Table 1 – Apple Chutney
When I spent my summers as a kid and teenager at Camp Onas in the late 1970s and early 1980s, we ate all our meals in a huge, screened in dining hall. It held about 150 of us at 18 rectangular tables surrounded by simple …
I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
When I spent my summers as a kid and teenager at Camp Onas in the late 1970s and early 1980s, we ate all our meals in a huge, screened in dining hall. It held about 150 of us at 18 rectangular tables surrounded by simple …
This is a lesson in flexibility, a term that would rarely be used to describe me. I don’t mean being able to bend my body, although there’s not too much of that going on, but rather being able to react when things go badly and …
The other day while I was searching for an archived document on very old floppy disks, I came across recordings of my son, Jacob, singing nursery rhymes. They were adorable. He must have been about two years old. Of course, it made me think about …
I’ve always been an adventurous eater. From a young age I helped my father cook all manner of Chinese food and we ate homemade refried beans with tortillas for dinner twice a week. But as a kid, I was not enamored with Indian food. I …