White Elephant – the Recipes

Three weeks ago in the midst of exams, presentations, and papers due I drew up a menu. Not just for fun, though I do that too, but for the biggest dinner I've ever hosted. A baker's dozen, myself included. For Christmas, a week before. For a mismatched squad, one who brings peanut butter to every… Continue reading White Elephant – the Recipes

backcountry roads

  Forty years Forty years they walked, they walked. They had left, an impossible victory an impossible freedom but that was nothing.   Nothing that was, to them. 08.17.17 Never forget. Hummus 1 can chickpeas, drained but save the liquid 1 tsp sea salt, or to taste 1 tsp cumin seeds 1 large garlic clove,… Continue reading backcountry roads

confidence, confessions, and a confit recipe

I don't believe in twisting yourself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food you make. Julia Child (1912-2004) Neither do I, Jules. And for that matter, I don't believe in twisting myself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food I eat. Food was, before cloth became fashion, before sticks and stones evolved into… Continue reading confidence, confessions, and a confit recipe

Lied der Mignon

After snoozing my trusty bedside clock for three consecutive times this morning, I said thank you to Jesus for a perfect Sunday past and a revitalizing stretch of sleep. It was a quiet Monday morning where the gentle purr of the furnace was as clear to my ears as the heaving exhales of some slumbering… Continue reading Lied der Mignon

salt and bovine cellulite

Rounding up 2014, because that seems like the only appropriate thing to do at this point, it seems that avocados and eggs haven't exactly been my thing despite that donburi which may well be one of the highlights of the year. At least for me, 2014 has unfurled into a series of flirtations with NaCl and… Continue reading salt and bovine cellulite

stubborn as crust

"Ideas are like pizza dough, made to be tossed around." - Anna Quindlen In addition, the longer they ferment in your lukewarm cranium, the more mature and profligate they become. Whenever an idea is conceived, it takes its time with unabated liberality right up until its eventual delivery. This bubonic pie sort of matter was one such… Continue reading stubborn as crust