Please pass the artichoke. Some days . . . I miss California. Before the kids came along, my husband and I used to share a meal of steamed artichoke with crusty bread and hot dripping butter. In the ongoing commitment to slow our meals down with our children, we shared an artichoke last night. Watsonville, welcome to New York. Once we devoured the choke, we finished the artichoke-laced butter with grilled Naan. Nothing wasted.
When 10 pounds of potatoes and a couple dozen ears of corn show up unannounced, welcome them home to the chowder pot. After transforming our
Farewells bring on mingled emotions. Some signal “goodbyes” and others “so longs,” with hopes to stay connected even over long distances. When the time came
Preparing the perfect polenta sounds easy enough, but around my kitchen, it takes added patience to work with the grainy flour ground from white or
Some people naturally throw parties where the food, company and spirits are all good. Over the last two years during a stay in the Hudson