I cook because I love to eat. I garden because I love to cook.
There is a divide among us. Nothing serious, depressing, or consequential like the political chasm we currently face, but rather a divide about how we adorn our soup. There are those among us who top our soup with crackers, croutons, and fried noodles so we …
This summer amid the pandemic, my college-age daughter was stranded at home like many of her generation. An internship was not in the cards, so she kept busy with a small, online, used clothing business she created. Likewise, her friend from Brooklyn wanted to get …
I’ve prepared small plates for my wife and friends on Saturday nights for years now, however it seems to have taken on more meaning during this coronavirus crisis. I always cook during the week, and the last couple of months were no exception. Since the …
The first thing you should do when you wake up the day after Thanksgiving – when family is moving slowly because they are still full from the big feast or are out shopping on Black Friday – is use the turkey carcass to simmer a …
Growing up, my family was all about leftovers. As a matter of fact, sometimes it seemed like we didn’t eat the meal fresh, it was just put in the refrigerator with the express purpose of being served as leftovers – for what seemed like two …
On a Saturday night, if my wife Marci and I have no other plans, we may hang around the kitchen with a glass of wine while I cook up a tasty meal. Sometimes I know exactly what to cook; I’ve thought about it and I’ve …
While clothes may make the man, croutons make the salad…or soup…or pasta. They are little nuggets of crispness that finish a dish, and no, they should not be relegated just to salads. They can be a little oasis in a creamy soup and will add …
Some people are soup people. Take my grandfather, for example. He ate soup as a first course at dinner every day, even in the middle of the summer. That’s a soup person. My father-in-law also loved soup. He would eat soup as a full meal …
I didn’t grow up eating much ham. It’s not that my family refrained from eating pork, we just didn’t cook ham. We had deli ham occasionally, along with salami and the other meats that are found in a Philadelphia hoagie. I have always loved the …
My wife Marci’s grandmother was French Canadian. When Marci was young, her family often had Sunday dinner at her grandmother’s house, and to hear her tell it, it was a grand affair. Fresh vegetables from her grandfather’s garden, a fresh made apple pie, and never …
