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Finding humor in the kitchen… and restaurant.
You're an accomplished cook. You have a discerning palate. You author a food blog touted by one and all. Is there something on your holiday table that makes you, well, cringe? Wish to disavow knowledge? Blush with embarrassment? Do you walk to the table, spot an old family tradition and silently groan in pain…before sneaking … Continue reading…
Go directly to recipe I have yet another confession to make (they say it's good for the soul…): I'm out of control when it comes to making soup. I know, on an intellectual level, how to make an appropriate amount of soup. I can tell some one else how to make an appropriate amount of … Continue reading…
Go directly to recipe I've been reading about Jann's travels in China and admiring her photos of the foods. I've always wanted to visit China: walk on the Great Wall, see the Terra Cotta Soldiers, follow the Silk Road, get to know, albeit briefly, a culture so different from my own. Then I start to … Continue reading…
You reek! Other people might have greeted us with the more common “Hi”, “Hello” or even a formal “Good Morning”. My sister prefers more descriptive terms. “You reek!”, she repeated. “What in God’s name have you been eating?” (Note she said ‘eating’ not ‘doing’) We siblings were all at my mother’s for Sunday lunch. At … Continue reading…
Go directly to recipe I have a book called "How To Repair Food" It's a well-written little book full of mostly useful and often humorous kitchen tips. Useful: to revitalize stale bread: plunge an entire loaf (or rolls) into cold water for just an instant; then bake on a cookie sheet at 350F for 10 … Continue reading…
Go directly to recipe "Do you always cut your beans that way?" my mother asked. Two women in a kitchen can be great fun! Or not! My mother was not a great chef but she was a good cook. She didn't have a vast repertoire of dishes but those she made were excellent. There was … Continue reading…
I've been thinking about language lately. That's what I do when I weed: I think too much. It started when I called the furnace guy. He wasn't in so I left a message. In French. As he doesn't speak English that seemed the logical choice. He was duly impressed and commented on my improvement, to … Continue reading…