Right now I'm loving:
:: Farmer's Market produce. I thought that seasonal eating would feel like deprivation, but it doesn't. It feels like celebration.
:: Recipe gems in old cookbooks, like the cream of asparagus soup above from The Moosewood Cookbook.
:: Strawberries and cream. Is there a more perfect dessert?
:: Old timey coffee grinders. (More on this later!)
:: A partner who has a sense of adventure in the kitchen. I never thought that this would be important to me, but Steve always eats what I put on the menu, no matter what's in it. I know many people who have to plan around certain food aversions, but the thought of cooking without onions, for example, makes me grateful that Steve is who he is.