I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
My children Jacob and Ari must have been about 5 and 7 when they came with me to work. I don’t recall why they came to school with me. Perhaps it was Bring Your Child to Work Day or maybe their school was closed for …
We woke with a start at 6:00 a.m. It was not a loud noise or rapid movement, but something more subtle. We sensed that someone was watching us. Through the fog of sleep, we saw him. Seven-year-old Dan, my wife Marci’s nephew, staring at us, …
My wife Marci and I had a wonderful trip to Scotland last fall. Wandering around Edinburgh one morning, we searched out Pantry, a well-regarded breakfast, brunch, and lunch spot in Stockbridge, a high-end neighborhood with stately stone homes. The plates on neighboring tables were spectacular. …
Some of the happiest days of my youth were at overnight camp. Camp Onas became an integral part of my childhood, adolescence, and development. I was a camper for five years from age 9 to 14 and a staff member for five more beyond that. …
I am thankful that during the heat wave currently enveloping the eastern United States I have air conditioning in my car. As a child, that was never the case. To fit three rambunctious boys in the back seat, our cars were always the size of …
Everybody has some relatives that are a little, let’s say…different. For us it was Aunt Esther and Uncle Stan, E and S for short. Elderly when I was young, they used to bounce back and forth between sparsely furnished apartments in Philadelphia and Florida. While …
All I remember about eating breakfast at home as a kid is 1) a distinct paucity of sugary cereals, which probably led to 2) French toast with syrup and cinnamon sugar. I also vaguely remember my parents trying to sneak wheat germ into things like …
My wife Marci loves eggs. She always has. She talks about eating a soft boiled egg every morning when she was young. When she was pregnant with our son, she couldn’t get enough eggs. One wonders if that played a role in why he is …
The extra hour gifted to us this morning by switching from daylight savings time to standard time makes it perfect to cook a big breakfast – including skillet vegetable hash topped with a fried egg. Except in my family we don’t get the extra hour, …
