The Wild Dahlia in Easton

The Wild Dahlia in Easton

Yesterday, I wrote about the amazing food at The Farmer’s Daughter in Easton. But I didn’t mention that this part of Main Street in Easton is quintessential Americana. It feels like a village in a Hallmark holiday movie. A quick search reveals that many movies have filmed in Easton, including this particular area.

With the holiday season upon us, the decorations will only add to the atmosphere, helping to increase the romance of it all. Lots of local shops are all within walking distance, so if you visit the restaurant, take some time to stroll around the area and do some shopping.

My friend and I decided to do the same after our meal and happened upon the cutest little flower and gift shop called The Wild Dahlia. We were told that their main business is as a flower shop for weddings and events. Their Facebook page shows that this Friday they’re offering a Wreath Workshop. Cue the bouncy Christmas music!

When you walk in, it smells amazing. Besides selling flowers, they also have candles, perfumes, soaps, lotion, jewelry, cards, and so much more. It’s really the perfect gift shop. I got a candle and some lip gloss too. If you’re looking to support a small business while doing your holiday shopping, stop by The Wild Dahlia in Easton.

The Farmer’s Daughter Restaurant

cranberry apple skillet cake at The Farmer's Daughter

The Cranberry + Apple Skillet Cake at The Farmer’s Daughter in Easton is one of the best things I’ve ever eaten.

On a scale of one to five stars, I give it six! The description sounds amazing: “cornmeal baked pancake. roasted cranberry. apple. pear. cider farm syrup + cinnamon honey butter” and it’s better than it sounds. It might sound like it could be too filling or too sweet. But it’s not. It’s the perfect amount of sweet and bits of sour with the cranberry. The amounts of fruit and pancake are perfectly balanced, so it’s not so dense that you couldn’t eat much.

It tastes amazing without the butter, but when you spread the butter on it and taste it, the experience elevates even higher. Like to a spiritual level.

The downside of The Farmer’s Daughter is that everyone wants to eat there. So there is a wait. And it was very cold this morning. Luckily, there is a decent amount of street parking and more parking behind the restaurant. Once you give your name, you can wait in your car and are called when a table is ready.

I was meeting a friend, who lives in the area, so she arrived first and started waiting for us. Once we were seated, we both ordered the Pumpkin Chai Latte.

pumpkin chai latte at The Farmer's Daughter

There is an extensive drink menu for brunch and the most beautiful concoctions kept parading by us as we watched in amazement.

Our lattes were very good, but we both thought they tasted like turmeric. Sort of looked like it too. Not sure what that was about.

Anyway, back to the skillet cake. It was so warm and made me appreciate the cold weather. When you’re warmed from the inside, that cozy feeling you get. Like you want to just snuggle in a blanket, watch a movie and enjoy being inside. That’s the feeling. I prefer the summer, but autumn and winter have a coziness that can’t be beat.

The menu is so creative, playful and inviting. The offerings are unique and make you feel appreciated as a customer. Like even though the owner doesn’t know us, she adores us anyway. What a wonderful experience. Just wow. And the service is wonderful too. Top notch. I’m looking forward to many more meals there.

American Tipping Culture

tipping culture

Some of the most interesting videos that I’ve seen on YouTube are the ones talking about American culture. The reactions from people who aren’t American, when they learn about our tipping culture in restaurants is quite interesting.

Often it’s hard to see what is American culture, until we step out of it through travel or have it reflected back to us by someone who is not part of the culture. Many cultural practices we don’t think of as such, because they are so obvious and mundane. Like American breakfast culture.

I never thought of it as a thing until someone mentioned to me that Americans are the only ones who have specific breakfast foods. People in other countries will often eat any type of food for breakfast. For instance, I would never think of eating soup for breakfast. Or a salad. Weekend brunch is a different thing, because anything goes there.

But on a random Wednesday morning, I wouldn’t be eating chicken and rice with vegetables. To me that is clearly lunch or dinner food. Breakfast is hot or cold cereal, fruit, coffee, toast, eggs, pancakes, etc. But now I see that’s American breakfast. The more I think about culture, it seems that it’s those things you do, clothes you wear, music you listen to, words you use, and foods you cook, just because. That unspoken “just because” is culture.

There are reasons for it, but it takes some historical and sociological digging to figure out how that custom or practice developed over time. Like how Italian American food was created and is something very different from Italian food in Italy.

There is a long history of how tipping culture developed in the United States, which I won’t go into. But tipping is a very American thing and people from other countries tend to be shocked by it. Most Americans do expect to tip at a restaurant. But more recently Americans are becoming shocked that tipping keeps expanding to include everything.

One thing that surprises me is the amounts that people think are okay for tipping. I was brought up to believe that 20% is the minimum tip at a restaurant. If it’s bad in some way, then it’s okay to give less. But if it’s very good, then give more. As much as you can.

When my father was in college, he worked as a waiter, I think at a place on Beacon Hill, to pay for his expenses and to help his family. So tipping was very important to him personally. From when I was a kid, when we went out to eat, he always made a point of thanking everyone who waited on us and giving the tip personally. Shook their hand, looked them in the eye. He never just left it on the table.

I always thought that most everyone believed the same things, until I started reading comments where people thought that a 15% tip was okay, good even. That was and is still so shocking to me!

It took me until recently to realize that my family had a particular tipping culture. When going out in a group, often we don’t know what other people leave for a tip. Even if we do, we tend to not know their personal experience growing up with tipping and I don’t think that most people talk about it. Or do they? What do you think?

More Than Just the Contents of My Fridge

contents of fridge

Last week I mentioned that I was organizing my fridge and that I may share a picture after I finished. Well, it’s done. Ta da! Not glamorous, but it’s clean. Also, there’s more space and it’s easier to grab things. The storage bins work well and the cubes for soup stock are perfect.

Is this super trivial? Yup. But sometimes the most mundane things now can end up being quite interesting in the future. And the most missed. Because we took them for granted and thought they would always be around.

I’m so glad that I took pictures of Wollaston Theatre before it was demolished. There was a beautiful tree that I used to walk by everyday for years. Until it was taken down. I still regret not photographing it.

I treasure the pictures that I took of the two gas tanks and the Filene’s clock at Downtown Crossing. If you’re from the Boston area, you know what I’m talking about.

There’s a lot of nostalgia that can come up with these types of things. The last time that I took a picture of my fridge was for Pi Day, March 14, 2015. I was shocked when I saw this date.

Pi Day was one of my favorite days because it used to be a big thing with food bloggers. Also the number always fascinated me.

Three years to the day after that post, my father died. On Pi Day 2018. I’ll never forget that morning, because of all the news that Stephen Hawking died. I kept thinking that given his mathematical brilliance, it made sense that he would die on the day when everyone celebrates a number. Little did I know that my father would die before the night ended.

No matter the age or their medical condition, the death of a parent is still shocking. I was heartbroken and shocked. But my father was also brilliant and he especially loved pie. The last time that I had seen him alive he was eating pie. So in a strange way, his death on that day made sense too.

Pi Day now is very bittersweet. As the years go by, it’s more sweet than bitter. But that’s the nature of life and sometimes the nature of food. So when I share with you the contents of my fridge, it means a lot more to me than you might initially think.

Eye Drops Recalled

This wasn’t even the post I planned to write tonight, but I just heard rather upsetting news about recalled eye drops.

I remember a few months ago hearing that several people went blind, some needed their eyeballs removed and others died due to infections. It was really shocking and scary. I use lubricant eye drops and so does my mom. None of the brands that I heard about were ones that we used. I later heard about the recall expanding and wondered if it would end up impacting me at some point.

When I checked the list of eye drops mentioned in the report tonight, some are ones that I use. This picture is the bottle that I’ve been using and just threw away. On the label, I only see a Lot number and expiration date. The list provides NDC numbers and I couldn’t tell from a quick search if it was the same as the Lot number. It’s getting ready to expire next month anyway and I have a new bottle from a brand not on the list.

If you use these types of drops, definitely check the list right away before continuing to use them. We do so much to protect our health and well-being, but there is only so much we can control.