Fruit of the Woods
The hunting aspect was catching, and we wandered through the shade of the woods like children on Easter looking for the golden egg. Continue reading Fruit of the Woods
Category: Foodie Confessions
Can’t Take it With You
To cook a recipe collected from one’s travels is another form of remembering, less with the mind than with the senses, drawing an experience from the past and making it come alive again, folding distance into presence. Continue reading Can’t Take it With You
Manna for a Late Bird
I set my alarm for 6:20 every morning, the idea being that I will get showered, dressed and downstairs in time to make breakfast. But those … Continue reading Manna for a Late Bird
How to Survive the Lulu Lemon Dressing Room Mirror
How does one ever recover from the mirrors in Lulu Lemon dressing room? The triplicate ones, in extremely close quarters, that show not only your hair’s split ends but also every weird detail of your posture and the strange way … Continue reading How to Survive the Lulu Lemon Dressing Room Mirror
Quiche Cluster
I have a set of necessary essentials for a city: it has to have a good bakery, good coffee, a bookstore, and a good place to exercise. Bakery … Continue reading Quiche Cluster
Chicken Tinga
Everybody in our family loves Urban Taco’s chicken tinga. This comes close… For Tinga: 1 chicken, roasted 2 pints cherry tomatoes (or any size–I use the cherry ones … Continue reading Chicken Tinga
Only Pasta
Mama Olga fashions a bowl from a simple mound of flour on the counter. I’m watching her out of the corner of my eye while listening … Continue reading Only Pasta
Momolicious Chicken Stew
Because she sings for chicken… Continue reading Momolicious Chicken Stew
Granddaddy’s Bacon and a Recipe for Black Bean Soup
My father would be horrified to see that this recipe for black bean soup calls for an entire package of bacon. Continue reading Granddaddy’s Bacon and a Recipe for Black Bean Soup
In Praise of Swiss Chard, and a Quail Recipe
This recipe tastes like the best comfort food without the guilt. Continue reading In Praise of Swiss Chard, and a Quail Recipe