Every year I go into the summer with grand plans: Gourmet family picnics! Service Projects! Homemade gelato! And then when I blink my eyes and
So, this came in my organic box last week. And yes, I know what it is, thank you very much. I do like fennel (even though its licorice taste reminds me of Good & Plenty). But that didn’t keep the poor thing from languishing in my veggie basket for almost a week.
I’ve had a rocky relationship with lentils. During the 90s, lentil soup was the rage, and usually it was gritty just okay tasting at best. Then a few years back, I spent some time in a part of Asia where the entire diet is basically lentils. After that trip I thought I would never eat another one.
Even when it’s balmy, I tend to make a lot of soup. It’s the easiest way I know to use up wilting produce and turn disparate items into a harmonious and satisfying meal. Since the highest temperature we’ve reached around here since last Saturday was about 14, you can bet I’ve been at the stove happily stirring soup.
It’s New Year’s Eve. I won’t bore you with too many thoughts on self-reflection or the little moment I had yesterday when I took down
It’s because of this—and our great weakness for all things spicy—that I can justify devoting an entire Sunday to chile peppers. It’s educational to head across town to the Mexican supermarket in search of the exact variety of dried guajillos called for in a green chili recipe…