Grazing at the Naschmarkt
We are just back from Austria and I am immeasurably sad. They (whoever “they” are) say that travel changes you. It changed me. Life is…
We are just back from Austria and I am immeasurably sad. They (whoever “they” are) say that travel changes you. It changed me. Life is…
Somewhere around the beginning of September, I commit heresy. I admit, barely above a whisper, that I’m sick of tomatoes. I remember wistfully those first…
You just get that itch. It comes sometime around late June or early July around here. You go to the farmer’s market one Saturday just…
Thanksgiving was Saturday and almost the whole family was there. The day started out with my granddaughter, Sydney, helping Granbunny make cinnamon apples and Nana…
King Daddy wanted red beans and rice. I try to cater to King Daddy’s food whims as they occur as I am a good wife….
I have joined a cookbook club. There are only 16,000 members so we have a lot of time for one-on-one communication. That’s a lie. Not…
One of the great things about loving to cook is that you’re continually learning. I may be one dimensional in this way (okay, I am…
Apparently I was doing it all wrong last year, which is why the vegetable garden at CRC World Headquarters failed miserably. The Millennial advised me…
You haveĀ a winner when you find a recipe with basically four ingredients that just wows you. This carrot salad originally came to me from…
The farm-to-table movement is alive and well in Novodugino, Russia, a rural outpost of about 3,000 people. I know this because Dammit Boy spent several…