I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
Last year my daughter, Ariana, spent the spring semester of her junior year in college abroad. She went to Berlin. Of course being good parents of a child so far away, we had to pay a visit. The city was lovely; cultured, vibrant, and scenic, …
I’m a lucky guy. My wife and I see eye to eye on most things and real disagreements between us are few and far between. (Notwithstanding that one in the aisles of Costco some dozen years ago surrounding a birthday celebration and frozen cream puffs, …
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 …
It is always better when food looks good, in addition to tasting good. In upscale restaurants chefs have to be artists on two fronts; each course is a meticulously prepared work of art, not just in terms of flavor combinations, but also as a fleeting, …
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, …
The fun aspect about growing potatoes in my garden, is that I never know what I’m going to find until harvest time. It’s like digging for buried treasure. Some years my crop fails and I get only a few puny spuds. Other years, as I …
When my son Jacob was about 11 or 12, we were visiting friends in Connecticut. Our last stop was a small park where during low tide you could walk out on the rocks and view Long Island Sound as the boats drifted by. As we …
