“I’d be way too intimidated to cook for you.” More than the note I still pay every month, more than the scars on my forearms, more than years of eighty hour weeks, more than the lost hours of youth-preserving sleep, Read on!
The landscape of my childhood was not a green square. “Out of the house!” my mother would insist on summer mornings. We were not welcome back until lunchtime, when she would pass paper plates through the back door to us, Read on!
When my grandmother made pastry, she used the palm of her hand for a measuring cup. After years of practice, she knew the soft weight of a cup of flour or exactly how much sweet cream butter to cut into Read on!
These days, I find myself longing for the flavors of fall, only to step outside and discover that the seasons haven’t quite caught up with me. To make matters more confusing in this short season between blistering hot and biting Read on!
Some of the world’s most delicious culinary inventions were born of necessity. Too much, too little, too fresh, too hard to transport? Taste nirvana. Bacon, smoked salmon, duck confit, wine, whiskey, cheese, hominy, sauerkraut . . . all of these Read on!
1 pound squash, cut into 1-inch pieces 1 bunch leeks, chopped 2 garlic cloves, finely chopped 1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil 1/4 pound carrots, peeled and chopped 1 pound tomatoes, seeded and chopped 1/2 cup corn kernels (from 1 ear) Read on!