My mother hasn’t acclimated to the idea of me in the kitchen yet, and to be honest, I can’t blame her. I was the daughter who, not as a child but as a full grown adult, was still messing up mac ‘n cheese from a box and calling her to figure out how you broil [...]
We had anticipated a 6 day, two thousand mile primitive camping adventure, from south Texas to Northeast Georgia with an old friend’s wedding wedged nicely in the middle. I planned a series of culinary delights, cooked on an open fire, to fuel one foodie and one charming bottomless pit/driver. Couscous and pan-seared potatoes. Venison sausage [...]
I’m a terrible southerner sometimes. I don’t watch football. I don’t eat grits. I don’t own a gun. And, until the other day, I didn’t eat cornbread. Every cornbread I had ever made was just too dry. I can find a bit of beauty in the dusty flatlands where my parents live, but I don’t [...]
So one day last month there was an emergency that sent Brett and I flying up Highway 35 to a Veteran’s Hospital and his father’s bedside. That day also happened to be my little brother’s 25th birthday. He was out celebrating with his girlfriend so I left a note on the kitchen counter, which, if [...]
Me: “I can’t find a recipe that looks good.” Brett: “Well, we can just get a box of mix.” Me: … *glare* “‘A box’, he says? Did you forget who you were talking to?” Brett: “Yes. Yes, I did.” Sure, box mixes can be great if you’re in a rush/don’t care to make things from [...]
After traveling 5,000 miles over two days, with one unexpected, expensive and exhausting layover in Paris, and then quitting smoking upon my return to the States, nothing sounded like a better idea than hitting the kitchen and churning out coquilles St. Jacques for my mother: a dish I have never made, with ingredients I’ve never [...]
I love little food. Cute, individually-portioned grub makes my toes curl with glee. I’m beginning to think this is one of the dangers of nearing thirty: my biological clock is screaming at me, making me coo and giggle at the sight of any child, with their widdle fingers and toes, which I must threaten to [...]
I have a confession to make: I hate pancakes. I really do. They’ve always been too thick, to dry, to in need of mountains of syrup to be edible. I wasn’t raised on pancakes… I grew up with my very-not-French grandmother’s crêpes and have, in my adult life, bothered her to no end trying to [...]
The very first time I had tarte tatin was at a small, sort of touristy restaurant at the Old Port of La Rochelle, France. It was one of those “typical” French restaurants that wanted to seem upscale and chic, but really just had an overpriced menu in a good location in a little seaside town [...]
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