My kids are spectacularly fussy eaters. I’ve long given up caring, and our mealtimes now are a mix of children eating nothing/plain potatoes while the grown-ups have a feast, and special child-friendly meals that the grown-ups eat because it’s there. “Pastapesto,” as the little monsters lovingly call it, is different, because eeeeeverybody loves it.
On New Year’s Eve, I set my hair on fire. It wasn’t on purpose, like in some ancient Danish-Celtic ritual. I was home sick with a chest cold, and when I finally remembered the popcorn I left on the stove to burn, I took it to the trash. When I lifted the lid, flames flew […]
I read so many food blogs that spin these lovely tales of exploration and discovery. In them, the kitchens are always large and sunny, the food is always fresh and available, and the cook/writer is always cheerful and full of boundless optimism. That does not necessarily reflect the reality of my life. There you will […]
Focaccia is about the only bread I have patience for. This is a personal failing, I am sure, and maybe with years of work and effort, I will work my way to making all sorts of bread regularly and with vigor. I have written about focaccia on here before, but this one comes with a […]
I’ve always loved olive oil. I’m half Italian; it kind of comes with the territory. I grew up used to it being in pasta sauces, drizzled on dishes, and placed in nice glass bottles on the table to be used for dipping bread.