Eating From the Ground Up

MENUMENU
  • About
  • Recipes
    • By Category

      • Bites
      • Breads and Crackers
      • breakfast
      • drinks
      • Home Dairy
      • Mains
      • On the Side
      • Pickles and Preservation
      • salads
      • Sauces, Dressings and Spreads
      • snacks
      • soups
      • Sweets
    • By Ingredient

      • apples
      • asparagus
      • Beans
      • Beef
      • beets
      • Berries
      • Broccoli and Broccoli Raab
      • brussels sprouts
      • cabbage
      • carrots
      • cauliflower
      • celeriac
      • Cheese
      • Chick Peas
      • Chicken
      • chocolate
      • corn
      • eggs
      • Fish
      • garlic
      • Grains
      • Herbs and Flowers
      • kale
      • leeks
      • lentils
      • pasta
      • pears
      • peppers
      • Pork
      • potatoes
      • Quince
      • radishes
      • rhubarb
      • stone fruit
      • summer squash
      • Tomatoes and Tomatillos
      • winter squash
      • yogurt
  • Not Recipes
    • Family
    • Politics and Activism
    • The Writing Process
    • travels
    • Kids in the Kitchen
    • My Berkshires
    • 1st of the Month
    • The Garden
  • My Books

    • Signed copies from my local bookstore
      From Amazon
      From B&N


    • From Amazon
      From B&N
      From Powell's

    • Front cover The Homemade Pantry
      From Amazon
      From Barnes and Noble
      From Indie Bound

  • Yogurt
  • contact
  • Blog

hot vanilla

Monday, December 9, 2013 by alana

DSC_0036

When I was five, I celebrated Christmas with my friend, Phoebe, and her family. My mother must have had to work that night, and, being a Jew who didn’t quite jump for holidays anyway, she didn’t have too much stake in it. But even then, I was so fascinated by Christmas as it seemed it should be. My memory of their house is only tiny lights and lots of evergreen, and, being small, I experienced every room as huge and warm and full of so much.  There were candles and gingerbread and mountains of presents, and I was at once happy to be there and so overcome with want that it would magically become part of my life, and that all the warmth, sweet smells, and promise of presents would be mine, too, year after year. In the morning we had hot chocolate, and there was a present for me under the tree. I unwrapped it slowly, making it last as long as three or four of Phoebe’s presents, and under the paper, a box held a tiny blue bag that held a book the size of my small hand. It was The Little Fur Family by Margaret Wise Brown, and the cover was made of soft, grey fur. Thirty years later, I still have it.

Maybe it was from that time on, or maybe it was in me from even earlier, but after that, I’d convince my mom to get a tree. Every year, she’d go through it all with me, layer the tree in lights, hang a stocking from a nail under the window. Some years, I’d fill the space under the tree with presents, wrapping every crayon and book I had in construction paper with the label, “For mom. Love alana.” She would always buy me a calendar for the next year, a can of olives (a family tradition, apparently), and a few treats. But mostly, the biggest gift was that she’d go along with it all, even enjoy it. She’d let me work the holiday into our own family. I bought a cassette tape of Bing Crosby’s White Christmas with my allowance money, and she’d listen and sing along.

What is that feeling of pulling and wanting and wishing we could have that thing? That experience, that tradition, that pile of presents? Then, when I was little in my nightgown at Phoebe’s house, I felt it.  Desire was, and still is, that feeling hurts and pulls and makes my heart beat fast. Especially at this time, with all this pressure to find the gift that will mean everything to someone, to craft and bake, and create meaningful moments and traditions for our children that they’ll remember FOREVER, I sometimes forget how much, and why I love this month.

DSC_0027

This weekend, snow finally fell. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to change the color of our bedroom walls from their usual yellow to an almost blue from the snow reflected outside.  Cold outside, warm inside, noise in the rest of the house all in a hum. I took a minute to sit there, and it was only then that I remembered this light, and how I miss it the rest of the year. The girls went out in the yard in search of a tree. I had told them to find one that sang to them, and although they both laughed and grumbled about how we should just go and buy a tree, they did indeed find the one that sang to them. And then, humming along, they dug through the box of ornaments, finding only the favorite and lightest ornaments for its delicate branches.

DSC_0032

 

Hot Vanilla

serves 4

5 cups milk
3-4 tablespoons honey (start with 3 and add more if you need it)
the seeds of 1 vanilla bean
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Optional: 1/2 teaspoon cardamom or cinnamon

Heat the milk until hot and steamy. Add the honey, vanilla bean seeds, vanilla extract, and  cinnamon or cardamom (if using), and whisk to combine.

 

 

 

 

 

Filed Under: drinks, Family, Sweets Tagged With: Food and Memory, holidays

« first of the month: cookies, and the stories that come with them
whole grain mornings (and a giveaway) »

Comments

  1. Julie says

    Thursday, December 12, 2013 at 10:41 am

    You do this better than anyone. Truly.

    (I have a kid who doesn’t do dairy, so I’m going to make this in that direction. But yeah, I AM gonna make this.)

    • alana says

      Friday, December 13, 2013 at 4:03 pm

      Oh, thank you, Julie. It means so much to me that you’re here 🙂

      I had a friend suggest on FB that this would be especially good with almond milk, and I think she’s right. Of all the other milks, I’d go for that one.

  2. Lisa M. says

    Thursday, December 12, 2013 at 4:51 pm

    I didn’t want the story to end! You should post a picture of your Christmas tree :0)

    • alana says

      Thursday, December 12, 2013 at 6:03 pm

      Very happy to http://instagram.com/p/hrW80tpk_4/

  3. Margo, Thrift at Home says

    Friday, December 13, 2013 at 3:43 pm

    this is lovely. I’ve been making my kids something hot to drink almost every dark, cold morning before school – I think I’ll add this recipe to the list.

  4. Amy C. says

    Saturday, December 14, 2013 at 3:39 am

    Hello! Just wanted to say how much I truly enjoy your writing. A friend gave me your book as a wedding gift and it has literally changed my life. I started with oatmeal, and my flour tortillas were a success this week! Still working up the courage for cheeses, but I know I’ll get there.
    Thank you for your willingness to share your kitchen and your family with others. Your work is inspirational for families like mine, searching for ways to eat real foods and spend time with loved ones, but still pay the water bill.
    If you ever happen to be in Memphis, please stop in the TIGUrS garden- we’d be so happy to have you!

    • alana says

      Monday, December 16, 2013 at 2:40 am

      Oh, thank you, Amy- this just makes me so happy. And I’m cheering for your as far as cheese making goes- dive in! And I’ve never been to Memphis, but if my husband ever has his way and takes me on a BBQ tour of the south (and I hope he does) I’ll let you know for sure.

  5. alwayshungry says

    Saturday, December 14, 2013 at 6:43 am

    I MADE RICOTTA! I MADE RICOTTA! I MADE RICOTTA!
    erhum! Sorry. I just thought you should be the first to know! 🙂
    I haven’t visted you here in quite some time, busy, life, blablabla… But now I have quite a few posts to read over the holidays and I know I’m going to enjoy it! Alana, your the best! 🙂

    • alana says

      Monday, December 16, 2013 at 2:41 am

      HOORAY! HOORAY! HOORAY! So nice to hear from you again, and HOORRAAAY!

  6. Elisabeth says

    Thursday, December 19, 2013 at 2:04 am

    OMG, Little Fur Family!! That was my little sister’s very favorite book and she loved it til the fur was all matted. And this drink looks so lovely and warm and comforting…

  7. Mychele says

    Monday, January 27, 2014 at 1:34 am

    1.5 c whole milk
    1.5″ vanilla bean’ split and scraped (mine was nice and plump from sitting in vodka)

    Let that steep together for a while. I warmed the milk in the microwave and let it steep for 45 minutes.

    Fish out the bean, rinse and reserve, of course. :). Add two spoons of bourbon maple syrup.

    I never would have come up with this on my own. Thanks Alana!


Welcome!

I’m Alana, and I write about food, family and the wonderful chaos that ensues when the two combine. If you’re new to the site, here are a few good places to start, or learn more about me on my about page.

Follow me on Instagram.

  • Facebook
  • Pinterest
  • RSS
  • Twitter
Become a Sponsor

One_Alana_Ad 2016

alanachernila

The Homemade Pantry, The Homemade Kitchen, Eating From The Ground Up 🍳

Instagram post 2337331591407595410_13442450 Sending off my taxes today with intention and prayer that they will be used to support programs for the most vulnerable, and that my little contribution will join with others to help move us towards the country I know we can be. #taxmagic ✨
Instagram post 2335726864949371764_13442450 Goodies en route to @north_plain_farm today for pickup! Word about town is that LOTS of moolah was raised for BRIDGE in this little #bakersagainstracism bake sale. Thanks to North Plain Farm and @raisinporpoise for the organizing, to everyone who bought and bid, and most of all to BRIDGE for the essential work they do. (Want to learn more about BRIDGE? Head to the link in my profile.)
Instagram post 2332756427273440195_13442450 So technically you’re not supposed to send food when trying to find an agent, but I did it it. 10 years ago, my granola helped seal that deal, and he insisted I send it to publishers when we were selling The Homemade Pantry (another general publishing no no) That Landed-a woman-with-no-platform-a-book deal Granola is up for grabs in this amazing bake sale, as well as goodies by some of my very favorite bakers (@madeinghent , @raisinporpoise , and @thedooryard to name a few). Oh and maybe my favorite item in there are the magical @susanspungen ginger chocolate cookies I mentioned a few weeks back, made by Sadie herself. All of this is to support the work of @multiculturalbridge , and the order form is up in my bio. Get to it! #bakersagainstracism
Instagram post 2330317921708403058_13442450 My friend @afgoldfarb has been part of a team of people working on this vital project. The link to learn more and help out is in my profile.
Instagram post 2330131706816229761_13442450 I’ll be baking up a storm for this! Local bakers- there’s still room for more! Let @north_plain_farm know that you want IN.
Instagram post 2324845496300301430_13442450 To those who ask here? In Great Barrington? YES. In Great Barrington.
Instagram post 2324091364266290851_13442450 I know there are so many resources out there right now, but I want to share one that’s been really helpful for me in the last several months. There are many seasons of this podcast, but I recommend Season 2 on Whiteness as well is Season 4 on Democracy. #sceneonradio
Instagram post 2322615811734696638_13442450 Black lives matter.
Instagram post 2319329508599466327_13442450 I did not bake these cookies, as I am no longer the cookie baker in this house. But this is the second time that  Sadie has made @susanspungen ‘s Triple-Ginger Chocolate Chunk Cookies (and also the second time I’ve talked about a recipe Sadie has made from the #openkitchencookbook), and I think these might actually be the best cookies I have ever had. I’m often looking for the perfect ginger cookie and this is it, and I’d also choose it over a chocolate chip cookie (or let’s be honest-any other kind of cookie) any day.
Instagram post 2316311882260313364_13442450 No matter how many rulers and pizza cutters and other magical tools I use, it seems that the straight line will always elude me.
Instagram post 2314127252740427104_13442450 Living it up. 💥
Instagram post 2312088043104000827_13442450 Every day my neighbor’s yard gets prettier.
Instagram post 2311325683330503572_13442450 @paulaperlis sent us @susanspungen ‘s new book and of course the first recipe Sadie picked is marked with the *project* heading. She’s been cooking all afternoon and the house smells like ✨✨✨ (With gorgeous images by @gentlandhyers ❤️)
Instagram post 2311141543964321092_13442450 When I took on a day job a few years ago, I found that the first thing to go was all the homemade stuff I’d been making and writing about over the years. I’m still going out to work most days, but I’m finding now with a full and captive house and more downtime in general that those things I love to make are back. For me, it’s granola, yogurt, bread. Hello, old friends!
Instagram post 2308503311808232748_13442450 All the things in the house pasta: roasted cauliflower, a few sad leaves of kale, one jar of fancy tuna saved for a special occasion (how about Wednesday?), Rosemary, homemade breadcrumbs from the freezer fried in butter, crispy sage leaves, pasta water, salt, so much pepper. Success!
Instagram post 2307412630968777107_13442450 @artbywoodgy made this beautiful thing for me for Mother’s Day. All the veggies are on Velcro so I can plan to my hearts delight.
Instagram post 2306345003953662730_13442450 Happy Mother’s Day to my brave and beautiful mom, who birthed two different humans in such different times in her life. With me she was so young, and she figured it all out just as she was learning how to be an adult. This picture was taken nineteen years later, when she was pregnant again and I was almost an adult myself. Thanks for keeping at it, Mom, and for always showing up with love. ❤️
Instagram post 2304888771283579843_13442450 What we do for cake.
Instagram post 2302665269449083186_13442450 It’s a magnolia year for sure.
Instagram post 2295808104927071821_13442450 A long time ago, Joey talked about his crush on this particular alien-like flower with a good friend of ours. Months later, little bulbs arrived in the mail. We put them in the ground last fall, and now they are everywhere. If that isn’t some kind of magic, I don’t know what is. ✨ (🙏🏻 to @wildflowers1 for the cool vase, too.)
Follow on Instagram
This error message is only visible to WordPress admins

Error: API requests are being delayed. New posts will not be retrieved.

There may be an issue with the Instagram access token that you are using. Your server might also be unable to connect to Instagram at this time.

Error: API requests are being delayed for this account. New posts will not be retrieved.

There may be an issue with the Instagram access token that you are using. Your server might also be unable to connect to Instagram at this time.

My books!

Signed copies from my local bookstore/Amazon/Barnes & Noble

Front cover The Homemade Kitchen

Amazon /B&N /Powell's


Front cover The Homemade PantryAmazon
B&N
Powell's


Tense moments

failed cornbreadPan shattered in the oven? Jelly didn’t set? Trying to find a solution for a problem in the kitchen? Let’s get through the tense moments together, starting here.

Classes and workshops

My latest book!

Learn more about my latest book, Eating from the Ground Up. It's perfect for all you vegetable lovers out there.

  • Facebook
  • Pinterest
  • RSS
  • Twitter

COPYRIGHT © 2025 EATING FROM THE GROUND UP.