Welcome to Little Sister Kitchen! My name is Grace, and I live in Minneapolis with my boyfriend Sam in a little apartment by the park. I love to bake. Our kitchen usually smells like some combination of butter, sugar, and chocolate.
I grew up in a small town in the Berkshire hills where strawberries, rhubarb, and thyme grew wild in the fields. We ate seasonally from my mom’s giant vegetable garden. Peach and blueberry pies in the summer, rainbow Swiss chard in the fall, and roasted root vegetables in the winter with purple heads of garlic as big as your fist.
I learned to cook three years ago, after a trip to Italy, where three mouthfuls of food altered the course of my life forever. The first was of hazelnut gelato, eaten one evening in Rome on a quiet cobbled street: perfectly cool-sweet-soft-nutty bliss. The second was of lardo, whipped into a mousse with salt and herbs, spread on olive oil-drenched bread and eaten in a crowded butcher shop in Chianti. Finally, pasta: floating in a green haze of mint-pea pesto, punctuated by cubes of caramelized bacon, eaten under an arbor of grapes in a medieval hilltop town at sunset.
I fell deeply, irrevocably in love with food.
These days I read cookbooks like novels. I go to bed dreaming of sea salt and chocolate and wake up with visions of watermelon radishes dancing in my head. On this blog, I share my love of (mostly) vegetarian recipes, stories about growing up with my eccentric food-loving family, and chronicles of my life here in the Twin cities.
Thanks for stopping by, and happy eating!