Or perhaps it’s a farmette. If that isn’t too ridiculous a word. Which, now that I’ve typed it, I’m thinking it is. For years – nearly eight to be precise, since we received our first shipment of chicks in the mail – I’ve maintained that we are more homesteaders than farmers. Much, much more homesteaders.… Continue Reading
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Charcutepalooza: Homage to Bacon
Gauguin’s painting The Ham has hung on our refrigerator for years. Seven years, 6 months, and 10 days to be precise, as it was a souvenir from our honeymoon sojourn to the great master’s studio on a hill overlooking Aix-en-Provence. Aix’s noble lineage is clear as one walks its shade- and cafe-lined streets; stylish and… Continue Reading
Chouriço and Potato Hash
“You have to go to the potato store yourself,” JR insisted, with me standing, petulant, in the kitchen, chouriço and onion all chopped up and ready to go. “Why? Why can’t you? I mean, you’re right there,” I whined back. And he was. In the living room, glancing back at me over the island separating… Continue Reading
My Own Personal Restaurant Week: The Back Eddy
As you probably realize, being financially embarrassed doesn’t allow for a whole lot of restaurant meals. However, for the next few posts I’ll be focusing on restaurant meals. Some of these meals are in celebration of the fact that I am about to turn half 80 this week (which sounds far more horrible than twice… Continue Reading
July Book Events and an Update on Bees
Every single book signing and book event I’ve been to has been a blast. I’ve met so many interesting people who want to talk about food (I’ve dreamed of this day for so, so long. People. People who love food and don’t look at me cross-eyed when I start wistfully describing the flavor of a… Continue Reading