Skillet Cauliflower Mac & Cheese I just love the surprise of the bushel. It never fails to inspire me to cook more creatively and this week was no exception. Can you believe the color of this cheddar cauliflower, grown by 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!
Everyone eats. But not everybody cooks. The other night, I trudged out into the gray drizzle to buy a bottle of wine and some paprika. I parked my car in Dante’s seventh level of hell, rode up two escalators, pushed Read on!
Twine, butterflies, quill pens, little worms, wheels, snails shells, little ears, angel hair, twins, radiators, cocks’ combs, shoestrings, little tongues, wood knots, little sparrows, rifles, and priest-stranglers. An accounting of the goods and customers in a post-apocalyptic rag and bone Read on!