I am feeling a little bit sarcastic about the new Gourmet cookbook. I really don’t know why, but I keep making snarky comments to myself about it. I’ve heard that when one is seeing a therapist for a long time, you can tell that it’s time to stop when you start getting mad at them….
When I was eighteen, I dropped out of school and moved to San Francisco to be depressed. It’s a good city for depression. I had family out there, and I lived in their basement, worked at a famous restaurant, and ate a lot of chocolate. My cousin and I decided to take Italian lessons. We…
Yes, I know, I know, more roasted vegetables? But I didn’t include this one last time, mostly because it is so special, you should eat it all by itself. And it’s all I’ve got. Things have been a little crazy around here. And one of the byproducts of this craziness has been me, sitting with…
Well the girls have suckered me into throwing them a dinner party. A party for just them. At some point during the tantrum that was being thrown as I was flinging some local pork product onto galettes before my last salon dinner party, I agreed to this. (Anything! As long as you are sleeping in…
Canning is not a solitary process. In fact, I think that two is even too few for a morning of canning. I think three is better, or four, or ten. The first time I canned I was with just one friend, and we cried together over the stove while the temperature of the August kitchen…
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