Who’s with me? Where should we go? Let’s make it somewhere really good. There was a week where I swear I ate pate every day. I could feel it coming by 4 or so every afternoon–that mysterious and pressing feeling, and it would hit me–I haven’t had pate today! The thing is, I’m not even…
pickled daikon with lemon
Daikon is a Japanese radish, and you will often find a tiny pile of it grated next to your tempura at a Japanese restaurant. The unspoken instruction is to pick up the whole pile with your chopsticks and to swirl it around in whatever salty and warm sauce came with your tempura. The Japanese are…
pickled beets
Joey and the girls will be back from school in a few minutes, so I’m just here for a minute. I’ve got to get this place cleaned up so that the ladies don’t lick the frosting off the counters (yes, they will). But I wanted to say hello before the weekend, and to talk about…
pickled garlic
Yes, I have pastoral British envy. I want elderflower rhubarb fool after the heritage roast that I cut myself and roasted on a spit in my very old hearth. I want stone walls and children with accents even though they wouldn’t really be accents because that’s how they talk. Sometimes, I just want to live…
hot sauce
And then they were in the Cuisinart. The sting filled the air and I thought the smoke alarm might go off–if only it had a chili sensor. A little sweet, a little tang, and there it was. Hot sauce. Really truly. And of course it’s sweet and spicy week at summer fest! Here’s the peppered…
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