I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
Many years ago, before children, my wife Marci and I took a trip to Mexico. Our trip was not a resort vacation, sitting on the beach in Cancún. Rather, we were there to see the country and eat the food, knowing we would only be …
In the early to mid-1970s when I was about seven my parents first rented a cabin with a handful of other families not far from Kutztown in Pennsylvania Dutch Country. Each family would get their own weekend about once a month throughout the year and …
I have never been much of a fish eater, and for that I blame my mother. Odd for someone trained as a marine biologist. But then again, I also don’t love boats (I get seasick) and I can’t spend too much time on the beach …
The other day I thought we were going to pick up a pizza for dinner. But late in the day, my wife called to tell me that our friend (and her co-worker) Carl had just given her a huge hunk of fresh-caught, sushi-grade bluefin tuna …
