What is it about blizzards that makes me long to cook the tomato soups of my childhood? Last year around this time, a blizzard inspired me ...
As part of my Olympian preparations for Wednesday’s torture (leading up to Thursday’s entirely different torture), I made a big pot of chicken soup ...
S has been having a hard time recently—the family emergency I mentioned last week was his, and it continues—so I wanted to do something ...
Yesterday was Day 3 of A Week of Vegetables. (I didn’t write about Day 2 because it consisted largely of leftovers from Day 1. ...
After yet another disappointing Saturday morning at Weight Watchers (I stayed the same, even though last Sunday’s dinner at The Queen’s Hideaway was my ...
I’m not much of a beef eater. If you’ve been reading Words to Eat By at all regularly, you may have noticed a distinct lack of ...
I brought home a pile of freelance work to do today, and it took longer than I expected to finish it. When I finally turned off ...
Ahh, the humble bean. What ingredient is more disparaged, yet more versatile? Sure, you might get a little, umm, musical after, but isn’t it ...
Don’t know ‘bout you, but here in lovely Brooklyn we’re snowed in. It started around 11:30 this morning and it’s been quietly blanketing us all day—they ...
I am blue,
stir-crazy against forbidding cold.
Dinner time approaches. No plan has been
made.
Humble split peas rattle, jarred.
Onion, carrot, celery, parsnip. Bacon.
Twenty minutes later bubbling, thickening.
Time passes, deep ...