Preheat oven to 400°F. Spread bread on 2 large rimmed baking sheets. Bake until just golden, stirring occasionally, about 10 minutes. Transfer to very large bowl. Set aside.
Cook Italian sausage in large pot over medium-high heat until browned, breaking up pieces with back of fork, about 12 minutes.
Using slotted spoon, transfer to small bowl. Melt 4 tablespoons butter in same large pot over medium-high heat.
Add chopped fennel, onions and fennel seeds. Sauté until fennel and onions are tender and golden brown, about 15 minutes.
Reduce heat to medium. Add pears, bell peppers and herbs. Sauté until pears and peppers are just tender, about 10 minutes.
Add wine and boil until most liquid evaporates, stirring occasionally, about 4 minutes.
Add sausage and fennel mixture to bread cubes. Season stuffing to taste with salt and pepper.
Preheat oven to 350°F. Generously butter 13x9x2-inch square glass or ceramic baking dish. Add enough broth to stuffing to moisten (about 3/4 cup to 1 1/2 cups.) Transfer stuffing to prepared dish and dot stuffing with 2 tablespoons butter before baking. Cover with buttered foil, buttered side down; bake until heated through, about 30 minutes. Uncover and bake until top is crisp and golden, about 20 minutes longer. Top with fennel fronds, if desired, and serve.
( I took the fennel tops and stuffed them inside my bird)
My brother Scott and his wife Crystal have
a wonderful mini tree farm.
It is located on the lot next to their home in
New Castle PA.
Each year Scott tends and trims these trees to perfection.
This door has lived in many areas of my home propped here and there and I have always loved it. Recently it was the backdrop on my porch, but while working in the yard yesterday I noticed some rain had started to reach it and remove some paint.
So I hauled it into the family room and figured I would find a
home inside once more. I walked around the downstairs, measuring tape in hand and soon discovered why it had landed on the porch after all. No room.
I dragged it into the dining area and propped it against the dining table. Just before going upstairs late last night I thought...
and not wishing to be terrified by a resounding crash in the night,
I took a preventative measure and propped the closest chair in front of it. A family chair long in residence with my folks,
with the same patina as the pie safe, it goes unnoticed,
in the shadow of the matching cabinet.
I came down the stairs this morning and POP
A new way of seeing the door, the chair, the contrasts.
How they flatter one another, make each one
bolder, stronger, lovelier.
The subtle grey-green color comes forth in the door.
The peeling paint, a backdrop to the bare stain of the chair.
Seeing in a new light.
Always right there but not yet paired.
There is a problem.
Now that I know these two must remain together,
how many pieces of furniture will have to be relocated,
I am a Mom, an artist, a designer, an organizer. I live a very small, simple life and cherish my children, great reads, great films and my dear friends. My desert dwelling is by default and my heart still hopes to be somewhere green and lovely some day. I love helping folks achieve their dream spaces and teaching friends to be creative each day. I am so pleased you have stopped by oldgreymare.