These days surprised me over and over. My stomach turned at the thought of sitting in the airport with Joey and the girls, waiting for inevitably delayed flights, paying 3 bucks for water, packed terminals, food lines, tired and “when will we be there?” wishing I was one of those parents with a portable dvd…
the table awaits
Saturday morning, we piled the turnips high in the elementary school. They nearly reached the basket ball hoop. The place was a madhouse. I love the crazy Berkshire Grown holiday markets. I love working them, mostly so I can hang out with so many people who are thinking about cooking for the holidays. That’s a…
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…
eating off the grid
Oh California. I don’t even know what to say. Do I laugh? Cry? Tease you?Or do I jump in with glee? (my mug filled with blue bottle coffee and the sriracha mayo on everything) You, my friend, are serious about your pickles. Of, course, so am I. And the cynical New England in me, the…
what we eat after dark
We walked all the way to the ferry building again, just for the coffee. And without too much searching, there was a sandwich with fresh mozzarella and hard boiled egg. The other night we were walking through Chinatown in search of noodles. And we stopped at a store that sold little silken shoes and shiny…
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