No recipes today, I’m afraid, but I’ve had some photos languishing for a bit that I wanted to share with you. (Above, olive oil crackers.) radish, lima bean, quinoa salad pistachio shortbread Bon appétit!
Though I am a full-blooded American, with both sides of my family in this country before it even was a country, there are some words I learned in French before I knew their English counterparts existed. Most of them have to do with food. Bay leaves to me will always be laurier. ‘Bay’ means tons […]
Okra! What a funny-sounding word! Those vowels on the outside making it sound all croaky. And the two oddball consonants stuck together in the middle. It seems to take up more time and space to say than four measly letters would suggest, insisting that you pay the poor, dejected thing a little bit of notice […]
Oh dear. That isn’t what I expected. Those Robiola-stuffed tomatoes from The New York Times, I mean. My food didn’t look like theirs, and I really really hope that it didn’t taste like theirs. Following recipes is not my favorite thing to do, nor is it anything I do with particular frequency or flair. But […]
And this blog is not forgotten. It’s just taken a little rest. September can be hard! I hate summer often, but its end can be so sad. The tomatoes, the eggplant, all that zucchini, and especially those times for lingering over coffee, only partially drunk because it will soon be time for lunch, those times […]