Oh, yes. Here we are. When I was sixteen, my friend Jette and I hopped on a bus to New York late late the night before Thanksgiving. The ride took nearly the whole night, and we arrived in the city just as the sun was starting to come up. We sat on the sidewalk and…
quince jelly
I appreciate the element of uncertainty in the kitchen. This might make me an inferior food writer. But I’ve never been particularly good at faking it. I did, after all, promise you jelly. Last year, I made a tiny batch of quince jelly–4 perfect half-cup jars. They were firm like tough jello- barely spreadable, but…
jeans
Oh, my beautiful girls.Oy.This week, I bought Sadie a pair of new jeans.I rarely buy new clothes for the girls. My 13-year-old sister (who never spills anything on anything) passes all of her clothes down to Sadie (who spills everything on everything), and then Rosie gets the dregs. Rosie is okay with it, as long…
membrillo, or quince part one
I adore this fruit. There are a few foods I feel this way about. Rhubarb. Leeks. Celeriac. When I have a pile of quinces on the counter, I feel newly in love, tingly, unsure of what will happen next. I feel like I’ve discovered them. And I always have. This is something I want to…
sisig
Well, sort of sisig.This is the story.Last week, on our final night in San Francisco, we went to eat at the food trucks at Fort Mason. I know I’ve already told you this part, but I’ve got to set the stage.This is my uncle, Gary. Gary was at the heart of why I was there…
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