I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
Maybe ten years ago, when my children were still young enough to need help getting off to school in the morning, my mother came to visit. My wife must have been away, and I would leave the house at the crack of dawn, long before …
I read a lot of cooking magazines, so I see the waxing and waning of trends and fads in restaurants and kitchens. Mostly I ignore them. In one ear, out the other, although maybe they leave a tiny impression in a far off corner of …
My children have always loved pesto; since they were little, pesto on spaghetti has been one of their favorite meals. Before they got wise and refused to help, I tortured them annually with the Great Basil Harvest. We sat outside for what seemed like hours …
