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September
Cacio e pepe
I have been struggling the last few days to determine the best way to convey to you the beautiful yet complex deliciousness of a simple…
An apron with my name
I want an apron with my name on it. I stopped working full time in January. I can’t quite bring myself to call it “retired.”…
Falling out of love with my grill
I never thought I would see this day and I’m even hesitant to write about it, but I’ve had a revelation regarding my gas grill…
The Wedge
Forget grain bowls, coconut-oil based dressings and…please…no more kale. Lately, I’ve been pining away for a good old Wedge. No one knows who invented that…
Make yourself a regular
King Daddy and I adopted a travel plan when we first went overseas. Go to one locale and make yourself a regular. When we went…
Goulash
I seem to be surrounded by goulash these days. Now that Dammit Boy lives in Vienna he makes it or eats it in a restaurant…
The fruit ninja
My son, who many of you know as Dammit Boy, is a 26-year-old research associate at the Vienna Center for Disarmament and Non-Proliferation. He is…
23
September
Tortellini salad
I have spent the afternoon looking for brand new revolutionary luncheon salads in my 8,493 cookbooks and you know what? There aren’t any. We are…
16
September
Music City eats
So when King Daddy, Dammit Boy and I moved to Brentwood, Tennessee, in 1993 there were only two “fine dining” restaurants in the Cool Springs…
11
September
Gluten-free appetizers
Gluten-free appetizers. Not three words I normally (ever) put together. But desperate times call for desperate measures and I had to come up with a…
5
September
The butchers of Germantown
Don’t tell King Daddy, but I have two new favorite boyfriends — the butchers of Germantown. I first fell in love with Donald Link when…
2
September
Peach cobbler
I seem to be on a cobbler kick of late, probably because summer fruits are still with us even though I’m more than ready for…
28
August
Not enough wine in the world
So Mommy was a little bit of a mess this last week. Dammit Boy headed to Moscow to study. I told myself about a thousand…
20
August
Biscuit doughnuts
“Can I help?” If you are seven years old that is the key question of your life. At least if the question is directed to…
11
August
Poppy seed chicken casserole
The annual Mayhew/Harbin/Mayhew reunion will commence promptly sometime Sunday whenever we feel like getting to the Smoky Mountain cabin we rent every year. That is…
7
August
Deep fried doughnut holes
My T-Fal deep fat fryer, which I bought somewhere around the time Jimmy Carter was running for the White House, has been sitting on a…