I don’t often make food I can’t eat.
I mean, really, why would one do that?
The point of cooking, after all, is eating.
There were a few abysmal failures in the early days that were simply not edible by anyone but I like to think I have left those days behind.
I guess I could look on the bright … Continue reading.....
When we lived in Andorra, after many months of going to the fishmonger, clueless, I realized that I needed to learn fish.
My problems: I didn’t know what the fish were (all the names were in Catalan) and, even if I did know their names I still didn’t know what to do with them.
So, every week I … Continue reading.....