I have a list about five miles long of recipes I have marked as ‘to-make’. It’s not a strict and systematic first-in-first-out queue, but more or less I try to ...
My favorite type of radish is -- hands-down -- the french breakfast radish. Oblong, fading from white to pink, mostly mild with a slight peppery bite, I can eat pounds of them if ...
Poor chard. People seem to get it in their CSA boxes week after week after week (after week). This abundance (some might say excess) can cause a proclaimed chard lover to mutte...
Ricotta, ricotta, ricotta. So versatile, so simple, so delicious when done well, and so awful when done wrong. For most of my life I hated ricotta, thinking it too rubbery and ...
The first time I saw tumbleweed rolling down the street was in rural eastern Washington. We were in some small town near the Idaho border whose name escapes me now. It was early, 7...
It’s not that often that I get fluttery thinking about cookies. Most of the time cookies are cookies, and I could take or leave them (well, to be honest I’ll usually ...
I daydream a lot about cooking during the week, especially when I’m on the train. Its rhythmic...
Yesterday I inaugurated my new canning equipment -- a huge 12 quart stockpot, a canning funnel, a ma...
I read cookbooks to relax. There is no better way for me to unwind than to read a recipe, imagine t...
I have been craving some serious American food as of late. A week ago I had the overwhelming urge ...
A few weeks ago on the same France trip that introduced me to Feves au Lard Fume, Steven and I met u...
When I try to explain what tempeh is to a person who isn't familiar with it, it never ends up soundi...
I had a quiche epiphany the first time I tasted the quiche from Tartine Bakery in San Francisco. Th...
Besides the expected potatoes and cabbage, green garlic is one item that I have been coming across w...
I lack self control when it comes to buying vegetables from Mariquita Farms. In no way, shape, or form did I need twelve pounds of early girl tomatoes. But something -- my vision...
Picking wild blackberries is something I truly miss about living in the Pacific Northwest. Blackberry bushes hang heavy with ripe fruit in late August and early September all over ...
Every year around Christmas I make spiced nuts. LOTS of spiced nuts. Everyone gets a jar — family, friends, co-workers, third cousins three times removed… For about a w...
I daydream a lot about cooking during the week, especially when I’m on the train. Its rhythmic click-clack, the morning fog, and a warm cup of coffee are just the right combi...
The path to contentment on a Sunday morning for me involves good coffee, a little sunshine, perfectly toasted bread, and eggs with golden runny yolks......