I like people who grow their own food and then give some to me and then I get to eat it.
Category Archives: looky look!
camping feasts.
Camping = beans + sausage + Hello Kitty pasta
Go getter
Ah, spring. A time for sticking your head out of the ground under which you have burrowed for the winter to sniff at the air. And what does it smell like, my woodland creature? Change. While a part of me would rather give a dirty look to those green shoots coming out of the …
happy saint honoratus!
Happy Saint Honoratus Day! Fatty and I are sharing a ginger cookie to celebrate the patron saint of bakers. Huzzah!
Eight limbs.
A few years ago I had a job working from home for a food research company. I would go into the office about once a week to “check in” with my boss, which amounted to us sitting across a desk from eachother, tick tacking on our computers and looking forward to having lunch together. Much …
New beginnings
A fresh batch of homemade granola sitting on the counter: sturdy and dependable, it waits diligently until morning to ease you into the day. And there is something very reassuring about the jar being full: you know that for at least a week or so, there is minimal danger of not having enough granola in …
What can I eat so I can eat cheese
One of the first recipes I ever made was a risotto from Nigel Slater’s Real Cooking (my first cookbook, actually). With all the fretting and insecurity over letting the risotto boil too hard and cooking the rice to al dente (yes, you can read some pretension into that italicization, not to be attributed to Nigel …
Think pink!
Ah, pink. The colour of Barbie, Pepto-Bismol, and ambiguously gay men. The sibling of red, the half-cousin of purple. There’s something about pink that makes me shudder with disgust and yet gives me a sense of perpetual cheeriness. Luckily, the thought of pink food tends to give me the giggles. A few weeks ago as …
If lonely, intertwine
“If Time, so fleeting, must like all humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in the perfume of conviviality.” – MFK Fisher, “Meals for Me” in Serve it Forth