Approximately one million years ago when the Southern husband and I were young and foolish, we had a lot less, well, stuff than we have now. We had one television, one car, one teeny antique house and no hound dog. We didn’t have Iphones or digital cameras or laptops. (Neither did anyone else…we are talking the Dark Ages here. We are talking pre-Internet. We are talking phones with curly cords. ) One thing that we DID have, however, was a very fine cast iron cooking pot, which has somehow escaped over the years. We loved that pot, and among other things we made this wonderful Greek stew over and over and over in it, so whenever I make it these days it zaps me back to those olden days.
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This morning was the first morning I felt a really serious nip in the air…the kind that makes you think that you really DO need to put away your summer clothes, and it actually IS time to start at least thinking about your holiday shopping list. And if you are me, your holiday menus. For me, one of the best parts about thinking about holiday menus is that I need to road-test them. And by road-test, I mean feed them to the Southern husband and then pepper him with a million questions about them. Which is just what happened with these pears with roast beef and horseradish cream.
Welcome to the first of my Kitchen Tip posts, which I will be adding here and there to the blog as they occur to me. The Kitchen Tip posts will be some ideas for things I’ve come across here and there that make my life in the kitchen even happier, and to kick things offRead More & Get the Recipe
It’s here, everyone. It’s really, truly here…those lazy, hazy, delicious days of summer. Strawberries are at their peak, basil is bursting up towards the sun, and the tomatoes and sweet corn are just around the corner. So as you dig out your red, white and blue everything for the Fourth this week, I wanted toRead More & Get the Recipe
Every once in a while, the Southern husband goes where very few men have gone before him. He takes me to one of my favorite little spots, an adorable little tea house nearby that serves a real, honest to goodness English cream tea. Cream tea, for those of you who haven’t experienced the happiness ofRead More & Get the Recipe
So, one of the questions I get a lot is what my favorite cookbook is. It’s a question that requires a loooonnngggg involved answer, which is one of the reasons I was so delighted when Booklist magazine asked me if I would write an article on this very topic. It involved a long, soul-searching tripRead More & Get the Recipe