“There’s not a THING in this house to eat!” I snap in frustration, pantry and refrigerator doors wide. This is hardly true, of course. My gaze travels over bottles of fancy vinegars, nut and olive oils, pasta, rice, flour, and Read on!
There is a well-worn story in my family about the time I was taken to the zoo at six years old. The monkeys capered, the giraffes stretched their necks, the peacocks preened, the seals clapped and tossed balls, and the Read on!
I have a confession to make . . . my kitchen is filled with processed food. Pancake mix, frozen waffles, canned chicken broth, prepared breadcrumbs, canned tomatoes, frozen vegetables, and all manner of little jars and bags of “flavor enhancers.” Read on!
Big birds are for celebrations. Medium birds are for everyday. And tiny birds are for everyday celebrations. I’m not sure why quail seem so exotic–they’re tasty, versatile and cook quickly & easily. No one has to argue over who gets Read on!
adapted from Beyond the Great Wall, Jeffrey Alford and Naomi Duguid 4 Asian eggplants 2 medium tomatoes 4 green onions 2 T toasted sesame oil 1 T minced garlic 1 T grated ginger 2 t salt 1/2-1 c homemade chicken Read on!
Summer might call to mind lazy afternoons by the swimming hole, the creaky slam of a screen door, and the distant sound of children running through sprinklers, but for those of us involved in the business of food, there’s a Read on!
A woman’s lipstick should always be perfect, her presence should perfume the air ever so slightly with Bal a Versailles, she should turn out healthy, delectable meals in high-heeled shoes, speak at least two languages and have a career that Read on!
I was going to make panzanella, and I wanted plump, voluptuous, vine-ripe tomatoes, warm from the sun, with winey juices and the sweet-tart flavors that only good soil, careful tending and hours of sunlight can create. Unfortunately, in the summer Read on!
I heard Stephanie’s laugh before I ever laid eyes on her. Thomas and I had just moved to Austin; we’d read about Dai Due supper clubs, and, intrigued, decided to attend one at Rain Lily Farm. Poking around this magical Read on!