Simply Scratch: 120 Wholesome Homemade Recipes Made Easy by Laurie McNamara (Eng

Description: Simply Scratch by Laurie McNamara From the popular blogger behind Simply Scratch comes a debut cookbook of easy and accessible family recipes - the new bible for cooking with whole foods.For Laurie McNamara, growing up on a farm in the country had major perks- her mother cooked with vegetables from the family garden, they collected fresh eggs from the chicken coop, and absolutely everything-from ketchup to casseroles-was made 100 percent from scratch, with whole foods. When McNamara moved away from home, though, she found herself too busy to prepare from-scratch meals, between working full time and raising two kids. Like most Americans, she relied on boxed brownie mix, canned soup, bottled dressings, and frozen dinners to make home cooking quicker and cheaper. But she soon learned that these so-called shortcuts were in fact both more expensive and light-years less healthy than simply making everything herself.Eventually, shed had enough and vowed to remake her kitchen into a from-scratch kitchen. Now, five years later, McNamara has helped hundreds of thousands of home cooks prepare from-scratch meals with whole-food ingredients through her blog, Simply Scratch.McNamaras highly anticipated debut cookbook, Simply Scratch, brings her home-cooking know-how to the nation, with 120 wholesome, tasty recipes along with stunning photography, entertaining anecdotes, and personal musings. This book offers easy recipes for delectable concoctions such as Buckwheat Pancakes, Veggie Pesto Pizza, Creamy Roasted Tomato Soup, and Fudy Chocolate Toffee-Topped Brownies.Simply Scratch will be the must-have bible to cooking beyond the box and can. Featuring a down-to-earth approach and family recipes that use everyday ingredients, Simply Scratch proves cooking from scratch can be affordable, simple, fun, and-of course-absolutely delicious. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Laurie McNamara started her blog, Simply Scratch, in February 2010. Four years later, Simply Scratch logs more than 300,000 unique visits every month and has been featured on Good Morning America, in Womans World, and on Jamie Olivers blog, and the audience continues to grow. McNamara is also a recipe developer, taster, and food photographer; she partners with companies such as Simply Organic, Fair Trade USA, STAR Fine Foods, and The Pampered Chef to develop recipes, special blog posts, and hosted giveaways through Simply Scratch. McNamara is a member of the BlogHer network and is an active participant in the larger food blogging community. Before Simply Scratch, McNamara worked for years as an emergency unit care coordinator in her local hospitals emergency room. Promotional From the popular blogger behind Simply Scratch comes a debut cookbook of easy and accessible family recipes - the new bible for cooking with whole foods. Promotional "Headline" From the popular blogger behind Simply Scratch comes a debut cookbook of easy and accessible family recipes - the new bible for cooking with whole foods. Excerpt from Book Acknowledgments Introduction It all started thirtysomething years ago. I grew up in Ortonville, Michigan, a small rural town in the northern part of Oakland County. Imagine your left hand is the state of Michigan; if you were to hold it up in front of you, Ortonville would be an inch over from where the crook of your thumb and first finger meet. Ortonville was (and still is) primarily made up of dirt roads, farms, and a quaint little downtown with that small-community feel. When I was a girl, there were no major shopping malls or fast-food chains, not unless you count the A&W drive-in and the Frosty Boy where wed get ice cream after T-ball games. The lone family restaurant in town had the absolute best breadsticks and kiddy cocktails ever. Next to that, there was a small grocery store. Ortonville, Michigan--it was a small town. My parents packed up and moved from the city so they could build a beautiful two-story home on a two-acre lot. It was the perfect place to raise a family; there was plenty of space for us kids to run wild, the horses had a small pasture to roam, and we grew a beautiful garden. Our property was complete with a horse corral and a tack room, which held the hay, feed, bridles, and essential grooming gear. The tack room floor was scattered with hay, and my sisters and I spent many afternoons playing there. These days, I cant breathe in the smell of hay and not think of that place and the countless hours I spent playing in it as a young girl. Growing up on a farm meant my family had access to the freshest foods and produce. This was one of the many perks of living where I did. Rather than buying eggs at the local market, we had only to stroll out to the chicken coop to collect fresh ones. Its easy, if not tempting, however, to think that collecting fresh eggs from chickens is a leisurely activity--movies would have you believe that all you need to do is lift up the roof of a chicken coop and take a freshly laid egg straight from a plump hens nest. Actually, its quite the opposite: my family kept a rooster, and we had a deeply rooted fear of him and tried to dodge his attacks while we collected eggs. Hed come after you in a heartbeat. Thankfully, I was too young to collect the chicken eggs; my oldest two sisters had the unlucky responsibility of handling that job. I remember a particular time when they escaped from his clutches, bleeding. I never envied them this chore. That said, Ive never tasted better eggs in my life. One of the greatest treasures from my childhood was our family garden. I spent many summer days wandering through the rows of vegetables, fruits, and flowers. I recall my parents planting rows of corn, russet potatoes, green beans, peas, carrots, and tomatoes, but my absolute favorite parts of the garden were the strawberry patch and raspberry bush. When I was a kid, youd find me outside at all times riding my bike, catching frogs, and snatching a berry or three (or five) while on my way to our rickety metal swing set. Every once in a while--if we were lucky--my parents would allow my sisters and me to pull a carrot straight from the soil to eat fresh. Wed rinse it off with the garden hose and plop down on the deck steps to eat our prize. Of my many wonderful memories, these moments are among my favorites. When I was indoors, I was keenly aware of all the smells coming from our kitchen. My moms cooking was magical, to say the least--she knew how to make three unbelievably delicious meals a day for a large family, sourcing most of the ingredients straight from our backyard or nearby co-op. I loved coming home after a day at school to discover we were having baked chicken for dinner that night. I could smell it just moments before entering the house: the wafting scent of spices and baking chicken would linger outside our front door. It was a comforting smell. Some of my earliest food-obsessed memories start at my mothers counter. Id pull up the rusty brown step stool to watch her hands while she kneaded pizza dough, frosted a cake, or stirred a pot of sloppy joe sauce. I can still remember the feeling of the nonslip, sandpaperlike grit under my bare feet while I "helped" my mom in the kitchen. Even today, her pizza remains one of my favorite dishes: just like when I was growing up, she makes it with a deep golden crust and the perfect smattering of toppings and cheese. She always wore her deep blue and goldenrod-trimmed floral apron, which she recently passed down to me, and never failed to turn out the perfect pizza. If we were lucky, a homemade dessert would find its way onto the table at the end of a meal. (My fingers were permanently crossed for her Mississippi Mud Pie--you can find the recipe here.) The irony of it all, however, is that I was such a picky eater--I was the child who hated cooked vegetables; spices always felt too strong on my tongue; baked potatoes induced gag reflexes in my throat (Id even hide whole bites of it in my milk glass and just eat the pats of butter instead); and tomatoes, which in my young mind were sour tasting, would always remain around the edge of my salad bowl. If my mom wasnt home to cook a meal, that would put my dad on dinner duty. And boy, did I put him through the wringer (I knew better than to give my mom a hard time), whining about how I didnt want whatever it was he was making for dinner that night, begging him to just make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead--because, truthfully, I could have eaten those every single day. I still could, actually. . . . As I grew older, I became less picky. Trying new foods like cheesecake for the first time were big moments for me. Id always been too stubborn to try it because, as a kid, I couldnt begin to comprehend what kind of cake could possibly taste good with cheese in it. (I could kick myself for the years I wasted refusing to try it!) Ive requested cheesecake for every birthday or gathering since that first fateful bite. Guacamole was another one: it was green; therefore, for a long time I thought it was gross. But once I dragged a crisp, salty chip through it and took a bite, I was sold--now my family eats guacamole or avocado dip at least twice a week (even my husband loves it, and he was a guacamole hater until he met me). So, as my palate and I both matured, my desire to cook and explore my familys cooking traditions grew, too. I fell in love with the feel of chopping vegetables, the sound of sauce simmering, and the sense of triumph as Id pull a homemade cake out of the oven. Id be doubly happy (or impressed with myself!) if the cake was delicious and moist. In high school, at age fourteen, I met Pat, my future husband. Like me, he is one of the pickiest eaters Ive ever known. Hes pickier than I ever was, if thats even possible. To this day, if a recipe gets a thumbs-up review from him, I know its a hit and I not-so-secretly jump for joy. In my early twenties, I found Id lost sight of my roots when it came to food. I was a young wife and mother working a full-time job and raising two little girls. I wanted to provide my family with substantial meals, reminiscent of the ones my mother would prepare when I was growing up. I did my best to achieve this, despite how difficult it was to regularly cook three fresh meals a day. Like most American families, I relied on boxed meal substitute, canned soups, processed foods, boxed baking mixes--the list goes on and on. It was only a short time ago that I had a bit of a revelation, though. One day, while I was reaching into my pantry for a box of brownie mix, a simple life-changing thought dawned on me: This is not how my mom used to do it . It was a visceral moment. I felt disappointed that I was not cooking healthier meals, that I was letting my girls eat hyperprocessed foods as frequently as, if not more often than, fresh fruits and vegetables. I remember asking myself right then, When did it become the norm that brownies come from a box? Then more questions reverberated through my head as I looked at my pantry: How is it that canned soup is the only way to make a dish creamy and luscious? And does spaghetti sauce have to come from a jar, or is there another way? My mother used to grind her own wheat into flour in our pantry, and there I was making brownies from a mix. Then an idea flooded through me: I knew right then and there that I needed to find a way to make these things, everything, from scratch, just as my mother had. I made a pact with myself to do this, and while I knew I didnt have all day to prepare our meals--heck, I was a mom and I worked a full-time job--I was determined to find a way to eliminate as many boxed, canned, and prepackaged mixes and ingredients from my kitchen as possible. I was going to reinvent the term "from scratch" and make my kitchen into one just like my family had when I was growing up. As the years rolled on, I attempted all kinds of recipes, including ones for household basics such as breads, barbecue sauce, mayonnaise, and ketchup. I adapted some of my mothers treasured classic recipes for my own kitchen, and I dreamed up new ones to share with my girls. I took inspiration from cookbooks and restaurants or from meals with friends and family for new dishes or techniques Id never tried before. I wrote all my successful recipes down in a red composition notebook, and my collection grew rapidly over time. My goal was to develop strategies to maintain a purely from-scratch kitchen, so that our family could eat affordably, conveniently, and more healthfully. Slowly but surely, I successfully removed all hyperprocessed foods from my kitchen. In early 2010, I started my blog, Simply Scratch , to chronicle my from-scratch adventure and share it with friends and fami Description for Sales People McNamaras blog receives more than half a million hits per month and she has over 7000 subscribers. McNamara has been featured in Womans World, Good Morning America and Jamie Olivers blog. Non-processed, whole foods home-cooking cookbooks are hugely sought after right now. Comparable to the mega bestseller 100 Days of Real Food (William Morrow, 2014). Growing awareness of how nutrient-poor processed food is makes this home cooking guide a valuable resource. Details ISBN158333579X Author Laurie McNamara Short Title SIMPLY SCRATCH Language English ISBN-10 158333579X ISBN-13 9781583335796 Media Book Format Hardcover Year 2015 DEWEY 641.563 Imprint Avery Publishing Group Inc.,U.S. Subtitle 120 Wholesome Homemade Recipes Made Easy Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Publication Date 2015-11-17 UK Release Date 2015-11-17 US Release Date 2015-11-17 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Audience General NZ Release Date 2016-04-30 AU Release Date 2016-04-30 Pages 336 Illustrations 1 Illustrations We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137840803;

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