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Named one of three Finalists
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Named one of three Finalists
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Between Mary’s beautifully told story and stunning photographs, I could smell the sycamores and hear the tumbling waters of Oak Creek. Amanda Stine’s recipes are appealing and clear.
— Deborah Madison, author of Local Flavors and Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone
Only a lucky few will ever get to stay at Garland’s Lodge. But now, with this collection of Amanda’s recipes, anyone can now cook up Lodge favorites for their families and friends.
— Katharine Kagel, chef/owner, Cafe Pasqual’s, Santa Fe
Amanda and Mary have lovingly created a very personal cookbook full of delightful anecdotes, fascinating historical tidbits, mouth-watering, easily doable recipes, and gorgeous photographs. If you can’t get a reservation, it’s the next best thing to being there!
— Barbara Pool Fenzl, Les Gourmettes Cooking School, author of Southwest the Beautiful Cookbook
Amanda Stine’s heartfelt, delicious recipes will warm, comfort, and nourish you and Mary’s tales of life in Oak Creek Canyon will transport you to a place of simple pleasures.
— Janos Wilder, chef/owner, Janos Restaurant and James Beard Award Winner for the Southwest
Among the myriad cookbooks published every year, only a few have the qualities of a fine vintage wine—ripe with flavor, pleasing on the palate, and aged to perfection. Sharing the Table at Garland’s Lodge has all of these attributes and more.
— Joan Reardon, author of Poet of the Appetites: The Lives and Loves of M.F.K. Fisher
After 25 years of distinctive home-cooked fare, chef Amanda Stine and Mary Garland share recipe secrets and the rollicking tale of a family-owned log lodge that began as a 1908 homesteader's cabin in Oak Creek Canyon above Sedona. Enchanting photographs of bountiful orchards and gardens, hand-hewn knotty pine tables, and a dinner bell that calls guests at 7 p.m., make me want to pack the car and head for this northern Arizona hideaway.
— Judith Morgan,
San Diego Union-Tribune