Happy National Eat a Cranberry Day!

November 24, 2015 by Alison


I am so excited and surprised that we get two days in a row to celebrate the cranberry on social media! I am just squeaking in my blog post for National Eat a Cranberry Day!

My favorite way to eat a cranberry is straight out of the bog during harvest! The tangy taste of a fresh picked cranberry is something I cherish and I love the crunch from a raw cranberry. So I encourage you to pick up a cranberry and enjoy the tart taste!

As I was thinking about a great recipe to share during the days leading up to my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving, I had to include my homemade cranberry sorbet. One great thing about this sorbet recipe, besides being easy to make, is that you can skip the ice cream maker (if you are like me and forget to put it in the freezer ahead of time) and use a baking sheet to freeze the sorbet! Taken from one of my favorite cookbooks, Cranberry Cooking for all seasons, this unique tart dessert will sure to liven up your dessert table on Thanksgiving along with your palate! It is great on its own but also pairs well with a cranberry apple pie.


Cranberry Sorbet:
4 cups of fresh or frozen cranberries
2 cups of water
2 cups of sugar
2 tbsp. of lemon juice
4 tbsp orange juice
Fresh mint for a garnish

In a 2-quart sauce pan bring the cranberries and water to a boil. Simmer for 20 minutes. Remove from the pan and puree either in a blender or with an immersion blender. Return to the pan and add the sugar, lemon juice and orange juice. Bring the mixture to a boil. Remove from the heat and strain. Freeze in an ice cream maker. If you don’t have an ice cream maker, pour the mixture into a shallow pan. Place the pan in the freezer. When the sorbet becomes slushy in a couple of hours, stir it. Continue to freeze the sorbet until it has frozen completely. This will take another 4-6 hours.


Photo Credit: Taken from the Cape Cod Cranberries Growers Association (CCCGA)

Happy National Cranberry Day!

November 21, 2015 by Alison
hand scooped cranberries from Gilmore Cranberry

hand scooped cranberries from Gilmore Cranberry


Happy National Cranberry day from one of your favorite (well at least I hope so) cranberry farmers! I have been asked many times before what is my favorite cranberry dish? Well I have several, but since it is National Cranberry Day and Thanksgiving is right around the corner, I’ll share my favorite cranberry sauce and relish recipe!

Cranberry relish v. cranberry sauce – the difference in my house at least is that cranberry sauce is cooked on the stove while cranberry relish is raw and made in the food processor. Both are delicious and really easy to make (a must in my house with 3 little ones trying to help!)

Cranberry Sauce:
2 c. cranberries
1/2 c. brown sugar
1/2 c. white sugar
Zest one lemon
1/2 c. orange juice
Pinch of cinnamon (optional)

combine all ingredients in a sauce pan and bring to a boil. Let boil for about 2 mins. reduce and let simmer for 10 minutes or until the sauce has thickened. Stir occasionally. Remove from the heat and refrigerate before serving.
(mash with a fork with a fork for a smoother consistency)

Cranberry Relish:
2 c. cranberries

2tbsp. brown sugar

2tbsp. sugar

3-4 clementines

1 lemon zest

1/4 tsp. cinnamon

1/2 tsp lemon juice

combine all ingredients in a food processor and blend together.  Refrigerator for 12 hrs. before serving.


Happy National Cranberry Day!


Summer is here

July 7, 2015 by Alison

Summer is here and I am thrilled that the weather is warm again, the grass is green (well at least some of my lawn is green!) and the garden is back! I have decided this year again to stick with just a patio garden instead of having a big back yard garden. Gardening is one of my favorite hobbies aside from running, but with 3 little ones it makes it difficult to devote hours a week to the maintenance of it.

My patio garden is easy to water and weed and great for the girls to help with.  This summer I’m focusing on a few of my favorite vegetables and herbs:

Basil, rosemary, lettuce, tomatoes (cherry), kale, brusel sprouts and peas.

I took the opportunity with a patio garden to get creative with my planters and arrangements.  I  used some of my favorite cranberry boxes (Ocean Spray 1973 – the year mom and dad married was one of them) and built a colorful planter from a pallet and plastic containers.

I really love turning a small space into a backyard oasis!


What are you planting this summer?

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A winter super fruit…

January 21, 2015 by Alison

Cranberries of course! I came across this article on twitter today in my few minutes of spare time in between changing a diaper and answering questions about all things fairies (my 3yr old is obsessed!) I was pleased to see that cranberries made it to the list of winter super fruits.  The cranberry was in good company with other yummy foods like Kiwi and brussel sprouts (I like mine roasted with olive oil and sea salt!)

So whether you eat cranberries raw by the handful like me, have them in your morning smoothie or have a glass of cranberry juice – Enjoy!

Here are some fun facts about the cranberry from the article.


Cranberries are harvested in the fall, creating a plentiful supply for the winter months. These ruby red berries may be tiny, but their potential health benefits are large. One cup fresh or ½ cup of dried cranberries equals a fruit serving and they’re a good source of vitamin C, fiber and antioxidants. Plus they’re packed with some very interesting health benefits due to their unique phytochemicals—called proanthocyanidins.

A recent review published in the international journal Advances in Nutrition concluded that cranberry proanthocyanidins may help reduce the incidence of urinary tract infections, stomach ulcers, gum disease, and they may also improve heart health and temper inflammation. Whether you prefer cranberries savory or sweet, you can’t go wrong. Enjoy dried cranberries in salads, yogurt, and quinoa/rice dishes, or even in a trail mix for on-the-go snacking.

For the full article check out:

Winter Super Fruits




Shooting stars

December 18, 2014 by Alison

It was a cold winter night.  The girls were all sound asleep upstairs at mom’s house snug under the weight of her down comforters. I had just poured myself a cup of tea and stood by the window gazing into the dark night when I saw a shooting star.  I grabbed my coat and called for John to join me outside.  I found a place in the backyard and laid down on the cold damp grass in my pjs and winter coat and began counting shooting stars.  I saw so many that night.  Some that would shoot across the sky slowly, others that would burn out quickly and on occasion I would see two fall as the same rate.

When you grow up in a rural town and in a house surrounded by 15 acres of land, you develop a tradition of going outside at night to count shooting stars.  When I was little it became a sort of game to see who could find the most shooting stars.  A beloved pastime of my parents and one that I grew to love just as much. Whether in our backyard or sitting bog side with Dad, it was a tradition I cherished.  And the game of counting shooting stars was just the catalyst to a bigger discussion about astronomy, for which Dad always had the answers to any number of questions I would throw at him.  An encyclopedia of knowledge, he had solutions to any problems or questions I had.  So on that night a few weeks ago when I grabbed my coat and ran outside in my pjs to count shooting stars, I was overcome with questions all about shooting stars and astronomy.  Questions I had probably asked a number of times before, but this time, I didn’t have him there to provide any of the answers.  By this time, my mind had already wandered to all the questions about how everything unfolded so terribly and so suddenly, and as I was feeling myself starting to unravel, I heard the door open.  For a split second I imagined it was Dad coming outside to take to close up the barn, check the temperature or just get some fresh air. Of course I knew it could never be him, but I hoped it was and that I would wake up from all of this turning to John saying ” you will never believe what a terrible dream I had.  It was awful and so very upsetting and I am so relieved it was only a dream.”

The door slammed shut.

I gazed again up at the night sky and tried to refocus my mind on shooting stars.  Then cutting through the cold winter night, I heard the familiar voice of John searching for where I had set up camp .  He found a spot next to me and we sat outside for what seemed like forever, counting stars, finding constellations and talking about astronomy.  And this time when I asked questions, I had someone to guide me to an answer. It would never be just like Dad would respond but that was fine because it was different in just the right way.  The night became the perfect medicine for my soul.

Sometime Autumn

December 1, 2014 by Alison

In the dawn of the morning I really seem to feel the presence of Dad.  As I wake sometimes earlier than I would like, I quietly make my way downstairs and sit in the living room, in the chair my mom and dad gave me as a house warming gift some years back listening to the rhythmic sound of his grandfather clock trying to make sense of this all. It wasn’t suppose to happen, not to him, not this young, but it did.  The emptiness is profound.  But in those quiet mornings when I sometimes think I may not want to face the day, I find comfort in his writings.  And in “Sometimes Autumn” I can hear his booming voice reading it a loud, like he would often when we sat together around the fire.

Sometime Autumn
The amber autumn August days
whips where the west wind plays
and plodding passes down the lane
dried and dreary fields of grain
The brown leafed birch on yonder hill
with glad rejoicing gives up its leaves until
when through a winter’s dreary hold
to another sparkling spring unfolds
And he the master of this scene
with reality regards a dream
of flowering field and meadowed moat
a calm and clustered summer’s harvest note.
By, Benjamin A. Gilmore


Remebering Dad, our Supernova

November 19, 2014 by Alison

Dad was a true gentleman and a great soul. Humble, compassionate and unbelievably generous, he was a man of the first order. Dad’s work ethic, values, personality, and leaderships traits have made an imprint on many of you here and as such, his bright burst of life has radiated his essence to us, where it continues to be the feedstock that fuels us. And to those in his family, we are driven to replicate this; and have that same impact in our lives and communities like he had. A cranberry farmer, civil engineer, conservationist, public servant, wetlands expert, board chairman, bank board member, private pilot, sailor, poet, old car enthusiast, American history buff, gardener, chef and amateur golfer; he wore many hats, but to his family most importantly, he was a shining example of both a father-in-law, supportive uncle, The best dad and a wonderful husband.

My parents have one of those rare great loves. Supporting each other with unconditional love and strength, each would say the other was the better half! My sister and I always felt like the lucky ones to have such amazing parents. Mom and Dad seamlessly wove beautiful memories with the everyday parts of life: Listening to jazz while reading poetry in his leather chair by the fire with his family on a cold winter night; coming down to fluffy pancakes and bacon for Sunday breakfast; or, dancing to Paul Simon after a family dinner waving napkins in the air. When we were growing up, Dad would often work 15+ hours a day with early mornings to set up his bog and engineering crews and late nights presenting his engineering work at town meetings. But most nights he always made a point to cook and eat at home. Through this, he showed us how to find a way to strike the right mix in life between work and family.

Dad loved to cook. And he loved to narrate his cooking even more. Every time the family got together, he somehow managed to pull someone into the kitchen and talked about exactly how to make whatever he was making. And in doing so, he turned what were memorized recipes or methods into epic dishes and mastered techniques that are best described in ‘bold, capital letters’ and are now eternal folklore:

  • Cheese Soufflé, London Broil, Scalloped Potatoes, Banana Foster and Pancakes from Scratch
  • …the time-tested techniques: How to Carve a Turkey, How to Sharpen Knives, How to make a Rue, Boiling Lobsters and Searing Scallops.

After cooking and hosting family gatherings (and Dad was always the host), Dad would promptly decamp with a scotch in hand to the sitting room, light a fire, and talk for hours. Business — the markets — American history and our forefathers — tales of our ancestors – seeing epic concerts at Woodstock and the Newport Jazz festival, lessons learned from his life — and every now and then, he would impassionedly recite “manly” poetry, such as The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. And if it was Christmas Eve, a special annual reading of the Night Before Christmas a time honored tradition for the Gilmore girls.

Another time-honored tradition with Dad was frost nights.   It began on a cold April night when I was six year old I dragged my Winnie the Pooh sleeping bag from my bedroom downstairs to the front porch of our house on North Ave in Rochester. I told my mom that night I was going out on Frost night with Dad and since he was at an evening meeting, I spent the night outside waiting for him. A while later, Dad pulled into the driveway in his big black pickup truck and chuckled at the sight of me shivering in my sleeping bag waiting for him to come home. Grabbing his flashlight and thermometer, he carried me in my pjs into his warm truck and we went out on frost. Ever since that first night waiting for dad on the front porch, my sister and I loved going out on frost nights with dad. And the best part as a kid was stopping at McDonalds to get a late night snack! French fries for me and an ice cream cone for my sister. Frost nights with dad became a wonderful part of cranberry growing and a tradition that as adults we still loved. The conversations changed but the time alone with Dad was simply priceless. Whether talking about current events, school, jazz on the radio, or cranberry farming — the conversation always found its way to talking about legacy — where we are going and where we came from. We would ponder the big wide unknowns such as religion and astronomy sitting on those cold nights counting shooting stars.

As I reflect on his life and remember my amazing Dad; a humble and loving man, husband, father, and friend; I hold close his astute understanding of the interplay between the physics of the universe and the belief of a greater being and power other than ourselves- it is in this that I find comfort that he is perhaps most fittingly like a supernova – “A brief stellar explosion that outshines an entire galaxy, radiating as much energy as the Sun over its entire lifetime, it is an extremely rare, radiant burst of light.” Dad, I and we feel blessed and thankful to have had you in our lives. You are our supernova and your energy you’ve now dissipated into the universe lives on through all of us.

Welcoming Susanna!

February 11, 2014 by Alison

Happy New Year and hello again dear friends

I feel like I have re-emerged from the 4th trimester!  With the holidays (and Charlotte’s 5th birthday) behind me and a few hours of continuous sleep each night (followed by a large cup of coffee to start off the morning), I am finally able to sit and write the long overdue birth story for Susanna.  As many of you may recall, this pregnancy was plagued with test after test to determine if anything was seriously wrong with my baby girl.  And at the start of the summer after ever test came back “normal” I was left with the aching feeling that something might have been overlooked despite the continued great prenatal checkups with my midwife. The baby was growing, I was healthy, and after a third trimester ultra sound showing a very healthy baby girl, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief and focus on the birth!

My midwife is incredible and has made the birthing experience so wonderfully positive.  After I had Lillian, I felt I could conquer anything.  Natural child birth may not be for everyone, but it has given me back the confidence I so desperately needed after my preterm birth with Charlotte. This third birth was going to be special no matter what because it will most likely be the very last time I give birth so I went into the entire experience with bitter sweet happiness. The morning of September 23rd was nothing short of perfect.  The temperature was a balmy 70 degrees and the sky was a beautiful blue.  I  laughed with my sister that day after my last prenatal checkup that I couldn’t possibly have this baby for at least another couple of days because I felt great!  Since my birthday was a few days before, my sister decided to treat me to a pedicure, which was just the thing my toes needed!  During our pedicure, we joked that both of us had chosen the 24th as the birthday and how wrong we were since I felt totally fine.  Later that evening, however, I could tell something was amiss as I felt the waves of sporadic contractions.  At first I thought it was Braxton Hicks or possibly dehydration, but after they didn’t subside, I knew it was the real thing!

I am so happy looking back on the night of Susanna’s birth that I was able to put both girls to bed.  After reading a few extra stories in bed with both girls cuddled next to my big belly, I tried to savor every moment with just the two of them.  I laid in the middle of both of them until they fell asleep not wanting to change a thing, knowing that tomorrow everything would be so very different and yet so very wonderful. To be very honest, I was reluctant to move out of the bed and start on the path of changing everything and yet I was excited to meet our baby girl!

For most of the evening, I sat with John and my mom with a heating pad on my tummy sipping chamomile tea.  I was excited and nervous and delighted that we were spending the night at my folks, which was a 10 minute drive from the hospital.  Once mom and John went to bed for a while, I sat in the quiet of the house where I grew up. The house where I played hide and seek for afternoons on end, the house where I built sleeping bag forts in the den with my sister, the house where I put on my wedding dress on the magical day I married my best friend and the house where my daughters now love to spend lazy afternoons with their Nani. The quiet of the evening brought a peaceful, calmness over my laboring.  And so I sat curled up in my favorite chair listening to Bon Iver conquering each contraction.  As the contractions progressed, I eventually woke up John and we made our way to the hospital not before I took my signature “two thumbs up” labor picture!

I was envisioning getting to the hospital, laboring in the tub for a while and delivering baby girl.  However, this time since my bag of waters remained intact during my labor, I didn’t feel the contractions were as intense as I had with the other two births.  So shortly after I arrived at the hospital I was shocked when the midwife came into my room and said I was ready to deliver the baby.  She joked that I had cut this one a little close and I smiled saying I secretly wanted a home birth! My wonderful husband put on the soothing music of Bon Iver and within a half hour my beautiful Susanna was born. My sister and I were both correct that Susanna would arrive on September 24th! The moment she arrived I was elated she was perfectly healthy.

Ten fingers, 10 toes, and two big beautiful eyes that opened and looked right into mine and in that moment she made me the happiest mama in the world.  I held her so tight breathing in her newborn smell over and over while droplet of tears rained down on her soft head. All those months of waiting, worrying, testing and anxiety were wiped away in an instant as I held her in my arms.  Susanna Cervany Carr we love you so!

Friday Farming Favorite

July 12, 2013 by Alison
A summer favorite!

A summer favorite!


Happy Friday!

I spent the entire day at my computer looking at crop data for the farm and I wished I could have spent my day on the farm : ) For the rest of the summer, I’m going to have Fridays dedicated to favorite summer recipes!  I welcome your input and would love for you to share your favorite summer recipes.  The main ingredient of the recipe will be seasonal and I’ll be sourcing it locally (and hopefully from my own back yard at times).

This year we decided to step away from the big backyard garden and instead grow all our vegetables and herbs on a patio garden.  We have basil, mint, rosemary, dill, lettuce, kale, tomatoes, peppers and two hanging strawberry plants!  The patio garden has given me the opportunity to garden without all the upkeep of a big backyard garden (I have almost no weeding to do!!) The girls also love the patio garden and I find it is so easy for them to help me care for it. A staple in the Carr family is pesto and I have an abundance of basil this year.  Last year, all 12 of my basil plants were over taken by Japanese beetles and I practically lost the entire crop for the season.  Thankfully, this year the patio basil is booming.   When possible I like to pick, make and eat the pesto all in the same day, but using pregnancy as my excuse this year, I finding that I tend to make a big batch during the weekend to enjoy throughout the week.  I am always amazed at the high price of fresh pesto at grocery stores because it really is so easy to make at home.  Here is our recipe:

Carr Family Pesto:

2 cups of basil loosely packed (take stems off)

1/4 cup pine nuts

1/3 cup Parmesan cheese (shredded)

2 garlic cloves

1/2 cup olive oil

Place all ingredients (except olive oil) into food processor and turn on blender. Pour in 1/2 cup olive oil while blending.  After blended taste and add/adjust ingredients as needed (add more cheese or olive oil).  Add salt to taste.  If you are planning on freezing the pesto than leave out the cheese (adding it when you are ready to eat)

Here are some of my favorite things to enjoy with the pesto:

Pesto and polenta, pesto and fresh pasta and pesto and couscous.



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Hope floats

July 10, 2013 by Alison

“When you look into the eyes of a baby you see all the love and hope this world has to offer”

A wise women once said, that pregnancy is a hope not a promise.  When you strip away all the baby supplies, the birth plan, the discussion about baby names and nursery colors, you are left with the hope for a healthy baby.  Yes, I’m expecting my third baby, due this fall!  But before I go into how I’m feeling and what we are having, let me back up and fill you in on this roller-coaster pregnancy.

John and I had always talked about having three children and this winter when I found out I was expecting my third I was excited but overwhelmed!  I couldn’t believe that this would be my last time pregnant and wanted to soak up every moment of being a pregnant mama.  Early on I opted for the maternity 21 test to rule out Trisomy 13,18 and 21.  This fairly new blood test can distinguish the baby’s skin DNA and test for common genetic disorders.  My results came back normal and I was elated!  I confidently walked into the follow up neucal scan with easy.  After an hour in the ultra sound room and a visit from the head ultra sound technician, I knew something wasn’t right.  And sure enough, they found that the fluid in the back of the baby’s neck was at the upper end of normal prompting them to perform an entire anatomy scan at 13 week, which yielded some trace fluid elsewhere.  I was shocked and speechless as the technician explained the results.  My doctor was even more concerned when I sat with her later and within minutes she arranged appointments with a geneticist and the high risk maternal fetal medicine group at the Brigham.  Something could be seriously wrong especially when fluid is seen in the first trimester elsewhere in the body. I drove home alone with my windows down on a cold March day hoping that the wind would blow away my tears.  When I got home, my mom and two beautiful daughters were watching a movie while resting in my bed and as I curled up next to them I could feel my emotions unraveling.  After a half hour of a good cry on my mom’s shoulder, she did what any mom would do, she gave me hope.  I knew she couldn’t for certain tell me everything would be fine with our baby, but with her words of wisdom she gave me strength to face the month of testing and countless meetings with genetic counselors that would follow.


I won’t bore you with all the details of our tests, but let’s just say that I became very familiar with the maternal fetal medicine team!   Thankfully, every test we had yielded a normal result.  I know more about this baby’s genetic make up than I do about any of my other two girls. The heart is perfect, the baby is normal for over 150 genetic disorders that were tested and during all the ultra sounds for all our appointments baby is growing and appears healthy.

And through it all, my husband and I held onto the hope for a healthy baby.

When I first met with our genetic counselor, Diane, she told me that even with all the extensive testing we would have, I still might be worried even if everything came back normal because I still won’t be able to explain the initial variation found at 13 weeks.  And she was right, I am so relieved that every test came back normal, but I still don’t have a scientific answer for the initial variation.  So now all I can do is hope that baby girl (yes we are having another girl!!!!) is healthy.  I have the same hope that every mother has regardless of how many or how few test they go through while pregnant.

After almost an entire trimester of worrying about test results, I can now start to enjoy the remaining trimester of my last time being pregnant!  I am taking the girls to the beach, sitting by the shore with my big belly and soaking up the summer sun : ) I’m feeling tired and well pregnant.  I’m cherishing the nights when I sit in bed in my air conditioned room and catch up on my favorite shows! And you can be sure that I will post more about this last trimester and the joys of being pregnant through the summer!