Spelt and Kamut Salad: A Hearty Grain Bowl I remember the first time I tasted a grain salad like this – it was at a little farm-to-table cafe tucked away on a rainy Seattle afternoon. The earthy aroma of the grains, combined with the bright tang of the dressing, was an instant comfort. Each chewy … Read more
Kamut Pizza: A Taste of Ancient Grains My grandmother, a fiercely independent woman who distrusted anything she couldn’t pronounce, was surprisingly open to trying new (or, in this case, ancient) grains. I remember the first time I made her a kamut pizza. She eyed it suspiciously, poking at the slightly darker, chewier crust. But one … Read more
Kamut Pancakes: A Nutty Start to Your Day My grandmother, bless her adventurous soul, was always on the hunt for the next “it” grain. Quinoa before it was cool, spelt when nobody knew how to pronounce it, and, yes, even kamut. I remember one particular summer morning, probably close to 25 years ago now, when … Read more
Kamut Ditalini and Bean Salad: A Burst of Mediterranean Sunshine One sweltering August afternoon, I found myself stranded at a friend’s rustic countryside home, miles from any grocery store. The pantry seemed bare, yet somehow, she conjured a vibrant salad bursting with colors and textures. The secret? A delightful mix of nutty Kamut ditalini, an … Read more
Kamut Pita Bread: A Taste of Ancient Grains The aroma of freshly baked bread has always transported me back to my grandmother’s kitchen. I remember the warmth radiating from the oven, the comforting scent of yeast, and the anticipation of tearing into a still-warm loaf. While her traditional recipes were always a delight, I’ve always … Read more
Buttermilk Kamut Waffles: A Wholesome Start to Your Day I remember the first time I experimented with kamut. It was a quiet Sunday morning, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. I had bought a bag of these intriguing golden grains at a local health food store, drawn in by their promise … Read more
The Surprisingly Simple Blender Batter: Waffles & Pancakes My grandmother, Nana Elsie, wasn’t one for fussy breakfasts. Weekdays were for toast and jam, but weekends… weekends were for waffles. Not the perfectly crisp, meticulously measured kind, but the delightfully rustic, slightly chewy ones she’d whip up in her trusty blender. The whirring sound of that … Read more