On Brussels Sprouts, or, a Reluctant Love Letter
[Brussel sprouts from the market, October 2008.] I never liked brussels sprouts. There — I’ve set it out plain for anyone to see. Though my …
[Brussel sprouts from the market, October 2008.] I never liked brussels sprouts. There — I’ve set it out plain for anyone to see. Though my …
[Beets from the farm, with local butter, September 2008.] So in early September I went to Maine. I took a 6 a.m. flight from San …
[From the farmers’ market, September 2008.] Fall is: 90-degree Saturdays in Sebastopol; Sunday afternoons in the backyard with lemonade and cookies, the perfect grilled cheese …
[Summer pasta, August 2008.] Oh, hello, summer you sweet old thing. How I’ve missed you. I think San Francisco has missed you, too, because the …
[Dinner, July 2008.] Of course I love to cook, but sometimes I love even more when I don’t have to do so — say when …
[Sliced, July 2008.] Someday I hope to have a real kitchen, one with lots and lots of counter space on which to set all my …
[Solo dinner, June 2008.] Boy do I love soft serve. I love it almost as much as I love baseball — so Saturday night at …
[Weekend bread and cheese, May 2008.] So a couple of weekends ago I made this soup. It wasn’t fancy — in fact, was decidedly un-fancy …
Every so often you need a weekend of doing nothing. You need to eat cookies and drink cold lemonade for hours in the backyard with …
[Spring flowers, April 2008.] When T.S. Eliot called April the ‘cruellest month’ ( breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ …