Healthy Food . . . Fresh Ingredients . . . Easy Recipes . . . & Musings from France
Finding humor in the kitchen… and restaurant.
I’m bored with summer cooking. Salad season is over and the vegetable garden is dying back…. much like my creative impulses. Summer cooking no longer produces photogenic foods. It’s either a marinade or a rub; there may or may not be a sauce and that’s it! At the beginning of the season I’m excited. I … Continue reading…
We have a proper balcony! And mon mari thinks it will also work as a good spot for the lawn tractor. It doesn’t have a railing, so no puppies at the moment. Bonnie rolled off the step during her nap the other day…. Poor thing was so surprised (and a wee bit embarrassed). It might … Continue reading…
A long time ago, in a place far, far away, I was married for a very short time. My first inkling that the union was doomed was when we had a fight about me putting rice in the meatballs (known as Porcupine Balls – very good, actually, I should make them sometime). It seems he … Continue reading…
I live with a conundrum… aka mon mari. He maintains that he doesn’t like fish. He continually refers to Friday as ‘Fish Hell Day’. Yes, we eat fish on Friday. No, it has nothing to do with our Catholic school upbringing. It’s because I like to cook fish on the day I buy it. I … Continue reading…
Who doesn’t like whipped cream? Or potatoes? As it turns out, two members of our extended family don’t. There’s also one that doesn’t like truffles (the fungi, not the chocolate), one that can’t abide rutabagas and one that thinks life can go on quite nicely without Dijon mustard. Then, of course, there’s yours truly, the … Continue reading…
No update as we are somewhere in Italy at the moment…. This as an old story; new recipe. Rest assure, Food Police, I am not recommending that anyone else do this. I would never be so bold (or foolish, arrogant, whatever). But…. It is true: I practice ‘unsafe leftovers’. I have from, time to time, … Continue reading…
Occasionally I like to meander down memory lane and dabble in what I consider ‘retro’ foods…. You know, those foods we were forced to eat as children and now love. Or maybe something that we ate every week that we swore would never cross our lips once we were in charge of our own kitchen. … Continue reading…