Allioli; Aioli…What’s in a name? An egg yolk!

Go directly to recipe One of the guys I played golf with in Andorra was Spanish.  Yeah, I played with the guys.  What can I say, I've always been one of the guys.  I'm just not a girlie-girl, although I can tie a scarf with the best of them (I am French, after all…see previous … Continue reading…

Zucchini, Courgette, Whatever, They’re Coming….

Go directly to recipe They're here! They're there! They're everywhere! The summer invasion is in full force.  Neighbors are hiding from neighbors.  Children are dropping bundles, knocking on doors and running.  Everywhere you look you see otherwise kind and gentle people, skulking around with sacks full of long green and, sometimes, yellow objects behind their … Continue reading…

Brown Rice Pilaf and Salad: Cook Once; Eat Twice!

Go directly to recipe Summer!   (Maybe the sun will shine here today?!?!) Salads!   (We eat lots of them on warm, late summer evenings.) Cooking?  (On the barbecue if possible, minimal in the kitchen.) We try to eat a bit lighter in the summer and with the abundance of fresh garden herbs and vegetables this is … Continue reading…

Running in deep sand

It's like swimming through jello; Pushing a wagon full of concrete up hill; Hurrying through pea-soup fog; Slogging through 3 feet of snow without snowshoes; Wading through thick mud….. I'm working with one hand tied behind my back and one leg shackled to a chair! I lost my ADSL connection…..I'm reduced to (gasp!) a dial-up … Continue reading…

Everyone Likes My Kitchen Best – or Not

One of my mother's biggest complaints about cooking large family dinners was  "Everyone is always in my kitchen!"  Where else would we be?  That's where the action was; where the food was. When I started entertaining it was the same: everyone congregated in the kitchen.  There were lots of offers to help, to taste, etc.  … Continue reading…

The Grass is always Greener

Go directly to recipe When we lived in Ireland mon mari used to get our smoked salmon for us.  He'd ride his bicycle down through Monskstown to the ferry landing to get the little car ferry over to the island of Cobh.  It only held about 20 cars.  With luck it would be full and … Continue reading…

An Ode to Winter Cooking

Go directly to recipe We do two types of cooking at our house.  In the summer, mon mari is in charge (sort of).  I do all the prep work, marinades, side dishes, etc.  and he does the actual cooking on one of the barbecues (gas, charcoal, smoker).  We rarely cook inside from about the first … Continue reading…