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The Weekly Newsletter for April 14, 2014
Spring Soups from the Fresh Honey Cookbook!
Dear Friends,
 
Ahhhh, Spring. (Or, as Vermonters and Michiganders and Ontarians (Ontario-ans?) would call this, High Summer.)
 
At Laurey's, Adam is planning a run of special Spring Recipes, themed around the selections from Laurey's Fresh Honey Cookbook. We will keep you informed!
 
April Dinners To Go!
We just got in a new order of Laurey's book (Oh, yeah!!  "84 Recipes from a Beekeeper's Kitchen") for your Spring celebrations, fresh off the press! Come and get 'em!
 
Our Dinners To Go this week are still focusing on warm and spicy and delicious selections - but they do perfectly beautifully on a Spring evening in your own back yard, spread on a beautiful tablecloth and low candles....
 
Don't you think? 
 
We've been watching the bursts of blossoms, the cacaphony of cardinals, the first lowerings of lawns, with sighs of luxury and anticipation of long Spring evenings in the open air.
 
Downtown, that means the strollers are out with great determination, and we are THRILLED that we are now open on SATURDAY EVENINGS. Stop in for a beverage! Sit at the sidewalk table! Bring your children for a Family Date Night!!
 
Every day we are open now, from 8 am to 8 pm. (Sundays we stay home, like you do.) Easy, yes? Easy to remember! Easy to do!
 - from Heather Masterton
Gluten Free Dinner-To-Go, Vegetarian Dinner-To-Go
Our friend Audie asked me last week - can't we mark the Gluten Free dinners? Well, gee, we mean to...but of course if she didn't notice it, I wasn't making it very clear!
April Dinner-To-Go
 
So here is our intention - perhaps not always obvious, and in April it did get a little kerflummelled. It's been our path for many moons, but since April 1 was on a Tuesday, it came out a little, mmm, uneven.
 
- One night a week, primarily on Tuesdays, we feature a Vegetarian entree.
 
- One night a week, primarily on Wednesdays, we feature a Gluten-Free entree. We have been marking them GF on the main menu, and will make sure you see that when we list them in this column! Thank you!!
 
By the way, Audie's pup Charlie is a therapy dog - he is formally know as a Pet Therapist! - with Mission Hospital Foundation, and he is a darn great one.
 
If you haven't seen these little fellers at work (or, in Paul and Trish Howey's dear dog, Jelly's case, a biggish feller), please know that they are superb tenders of our fragile hearts, which are pushed and pulled and jumped-up-and-down-on during long treatment cycles.
 
Seeing a furry friends makes people happy. That's what Tye told us in her Animal Communicator session. And she's right!
 
 
Dinners to go for the week
Here are dinners to go for this week. This, if you do not know, is a fabulous way to have dinner. It's easy - just call us by noon and your dinner will be ready for you to pick up by 3 that very day.
You can stop by to pick yours up until we close at 8.
Add salad (3.25) or bread (1.25) if you like.
 
Monday, April 14
Chicken Apricot Tagine with Caramelized Walnuts 9.25
 
Tuesday, April 15
Local Beef Meatballs with Braised Greens 9.75
 
Wednesday, April 16
Sweet Potato Gnocchi with Sauteed Vegetables 8.50
 
Thursday April 17
Spicy Pork Chops with Vietnamese Noodles 9.95 *GF*
 
Friday, April 18
Garlic Thyme Shrimp Scampi over Couscous 10.25
 
Here is the entire month's menu! April Dinners-To-Go
Casserole and Lasagnas to go
The Casserole of the week:
April 16 Beef & Roasted Poblano Tamale Pie  Whole: 54 Half: 26
 
The Lasagna of the week:
April 18: Fresh Mozzarella & Housemade Sausage  Whole: 59 Half: 29.50
 
Laurey's notes (from a lifetime of writing)
[So much has been written about Laurey and her life projects these past weeks, but of course the best spokesman is Laurey herself.  In this column we present archival reprints of her messages. These is an early newsletter from her online records.]
 
May 17, 2004
 
Zounds. What a time this has been.  Yesterday was my 50th birthday. A party was planned. A cake. Friends. Family. All that. There was a lot of teasing about what I was going to wear ("How 'bout a skirt?") and those sorts of things. 50, I think, can be a big deal. It is certainly a significant time in a life for some people. And it certainly is looking to be that for me. One week ago I was flying home from a two week trip to Italy: a "Delicious Expeditions" jaunt with ten guests. Monroe and I stayed, before the guests came, in a tiny hilltop cluster of homes, gazing out over the Val d'Orcia, the valley carved by the Orcia River, in Southern Tuscany. And one day, driving on a scouting mission, we passed by a ruin of a house, tucked into the folds of a sinew of a road that fell out of this little hilltop cluster.  "That's going to be my house one day," I declared. Monroe hardly responded.  But I meant it.  Later, after our guests came, we returned to the hilltop town for a truly lovely meal one night, finishing with a spectacular new wine, an "Italian Bordeaux" from an estate at the bottom of the hill - just past this dream of mine. I felt a pull down the hill but didn't say anything to anyone.  And then, on one of our last days in the country, we drove past the site again. Generally speaking, we do not stop for pictures too often on these trips. It gets too chaotic with a large number of guests all wanting to stop, and we often have preset reservation times to meet. But on that day, I insisted we stop when we reached the ruin. The guests, many of them anyway, sat in our vans shaking their heads as I skipped around, clicking and imagining.  This place has not gone far from the front of my mind since I've come home. I don't know what will happen, but these kinds of things are significant to some people. And this one seems to be so for me.  So yesterday, after spending a glorious day hiking and dreaming with my sweet companion on warm rocks near our Blue Ridge Parkway, I was escorted to my own party for my 50th birthday. I decided to wear blue jeans - and some fancy new Italian shoes. No skirt (yes I do own one).  The new sign glowed right above the front door of the shop. Friends came in. John and his band played some old time music. Adam blended some tunes on his turntables. Karen and Emily and Maurie and my friends Jacque and Barbara had invited a bunch of people who came, bearing flowers and plants and herbs and gifts for me to plant in my own yard right here in North Carolina. The gang had assembled a lovely spread of food.  And one friend brought a photograph of the ruin in Tuscany, which I showed around and then tucked into my back pocket for the rest of the night, dreaming about possibilities in a life.  I was driven home. These days drifted in and out of my sleepy mind as I thought about being 50, musing on the parts that make up my life. Today I am at work and I've eaten a big piece of birthday cake already and have looked at all the cards and plants and sweet gifts (a massage!) from a lovely collection of friends. 50, in a way, is a lot of years, a lot of experiences that, collected, combine, in my case, to make up - um - me.  How 'bout that?  One cannot be sure about many things in a life. But some things can be significant to some people, and this, this ruin, this day, this time, these events right now, all seem to be exquisitely so for me. And somehow, though I don't know how right now, I think it is all going to be just fine. It just seems like it is. 
 
 
[source: Laurey's Cafe and Catering newsletter, May 17, 2004]
No More Snow!
Had a little luxurious chat with some out-of-town visitors about how crowded Broadway was last night: "Is there a special event happening here tonight?"
 
Nope, we don't think so - just a now-normal sunny day Friday evening in downtown Asheville.
Whee!
 
Luxurious for me because I allowed myself, just for a few minutes, to review with my Northern visitors some of the ways the folks here just do not manage the vicissitudes of winter. (Mostly, frankly, because they don't have to.) There is no village infrastructure, no troop of fellows with plows and sanders clamped to their truck beds, ready to spring into action to clear driveways. Up North, in summer, handymen mow. In winter, they plow. Folks down here must simply wait for the snow to melt, or park their cars on the road, within walking distance of their impossibly steep mountain driveways. "Really!", the northern visitors exclaim.                                
- photo from Laurey's iPhone in December
 
My dear husband has now resigned himself to the following conversation:
"It's snowing hard!" he'll say. (Recall that Fred is a Chattanooga boy, though he did spend 21 winters at the White House, so has SOME experience with Northern-ish snows.)
"And it's sticking!" he'll say.
I remind him that the ground hasn't frozen, so it will not, actually, stick. 
He points out that it is coating the grass.
I recall that we didn't SEE the grass for months at a time.
Up North.
Where I no longer live.
 
Laurey finally forbade me to discuss Winter or Snow at all. I was getting too dismissive, and probably a little mean. So, it's fun to indulge myself for a minute - with new acquaintances. 
 
And now, thankfully, those conversations will not take place in our house here for many many many more months to come. Many many more.
 
- from Heather Masterton
JOY Ride - Saturday, May 17, 2014  
LiveSTRONG Joy!RideAnd our tag article, the link for Laurey Masterton's JOYRide, Saturday, May 17 at 1 pm, supporting the amazing work of the folks at LiveSTRONG at our local YMCA.
 
 
...and THANK YOU so much for your ongoing support for Adam Thome's May 31st 25-mile hike for Henry's Make-A-Wish. Adam is at almost double his goal Let's keep it going!
 
P.S. Eek! It's actually a 25 miles walk. Sorry, Adam! One more to go!!
 
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