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Archive for March, 2010

There is just something about that old chestnut, the school bake sale. Something that is missing, that is. Home-baked goodies. The 21st century bake sale has been transformed by the 21st century lifestyle: Lack of time to bake, germ phobia, a desire to consume only what is recognizable. When I peruse cookbooks like The Fannie [...]

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I’m not an advance-planner of meals. I fly by the seat of my pants to call of the hunger in my belly. Only when I’m entertaining or aiming to impress do I marshal my culinary forces and construct a plan of attack. As it happens, my work/life schedule tends to be unpredictable, so it helps [...]

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I must admit that it’s not all it seems. Yes, I entertain fairly often. Yes, I’ve been known to do an intimate dinner for 40. Yes, I bake my own bread. But then there’s the salad. Each week from my CSA box I receive a head of lettuce so beautiful that I want to photograph [...]

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Just read Lydia K. Bundtzen’s article, “Lucent Figs and Suave Veal Chops; Sylvia Plath and Food,” from the 10th anniversary issue of Gastronomica. Gives a peek into the daily life of this mysterious and controversial woman. Bundtzen quotes from Plath’s journals in which she outlines a potential story. Plath notes: “…woman at end of rope…lost [...]

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The Nest

My parents have this thing about their nest: it’s empty. Not empty of love or of social activity or belongings… It’s empty of children. And children, no matter how old, can cause a centric force when present. Being void of that has allowed them to pursue new frontiers. For my dad, that’s cooking. Tom had [...]

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I will try anything with chorizo in the title. If you haven’t made this Mark Bittman recipe from the NYTimes yet, do! I’ve made it twice in the last two weeks. A good easy, quick, hearty and DELICIOUS meal. Quick enough for a weeknight but I think the idea of snuggling down to watch a [...]

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A year and a half ago (or could it be two?), it was summer- a rare hot night. After a festive dinner at a friend’s house their neighbor Bob stopped in. Wine was flowing and the neighbor Bob went home to get some of his [get this] homemade limoncello. It’s not that I’m Italian like [...]

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