I bought this at the grocery store, because it smelled like fruit gum and looked like an alien.

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I rarely believe a particular recipe.  When I want to cook something, I just look it up, and compare a few recipes, and get a feel for about how much of what I need, and whether particular special techniques are important or not.  I really love being able to tell why they might choose to include the ingredients they include, and choose whether or ( Read more... )

We went to a farm in Maine on Saturday.  It was a delightful day all around, and I did a LOT of catching up on sleep on the drive.  I also learned about myself that I believe I could, if necessary, deliver a lobster to its steamy doom without much emotional drama.  I didn't have to do that directly on Saturday, but I was cooking other parts of the ( Read more... )

This weekend, somehow D and I kept having fancy drinks, yet never left the house for them.  We went out to see a movie on Friday night, and talked going to the martini bar down the street after, but by the time the movie was out, I was ready to go home... coincidentally (or not??) this is the second time of two that I've left that theater with a ( Read more... )

As I've settled into my adult life, and flexed my mother-taught cooking skills into city-dwelling modern young-adult cooking skills, I've started to consider myself kind of a foodie.  It depends on who you talk to, I guess, how you define it, and what sort of extremist yardstick you're measuring by, but yes, I like thinking about my food and why it ( Read more... )

We're just home from a lovely few days with Dirk's folks down near St. Louis.  His mom did a beautiful and tasty traditional spread; I contributed an apple pie.  As a point of reference, I'd say one of my most exciting pieces of news from all this is the following:  if you cook brussels sprouts in bacon fat, simmer in broth, and add the bacon ( Read more... )