Many people have asked me, “Doesn’t Shawn cook?” Well, folks, he does. And he does it pretty well. I just don’t typically share his recipes . . . something should be sacred, no? But this recipe was too good not to chronicle and share. It’s perfectly crispy, juicy fried chicken. I love it made...
Read more →I am Will. Hear me ROAAAAARRRRRRRRR! Today is Wordless Wednesday. Tomorrow, back to the recipes. Promise. And I’ve got a good one. Friday? Big news that I want to share . . .
Read more →It all started last night, when one of my oldest friends called to say that she and her family were in the area. They wanted to get together. Sure, great! I thought. Living in two different states and different worlds – her in the city and I in the burbs, it certainly hasn’t been...
Read more →Hey America’s Test Kitchen/The Cook’s Country/Cook’s Illustrated, listen up. Are you listening yet? I read all about the recipe fracas on Alosha’s Kitchen. First I was hurt, then disappointed, then shocked. How could you allow an employee to act like that? Shame on you! Shame, for insinuating that your recipes are perfect for everyone...
Read more →To say we were sweating bullets when we got home from the farmer’s market last Sunday couldn’t be more accurate. It was sweltering. And when it’s that hot, Will doesn’t like to eat (can you blame him?!?). So, remembering a recent article by Cate O’Malley for 3-A-Day, I whipped up a fruit and yogurt...
Read more →I was going to write a post about all the things that happened last week while I was on vacation from work. While funny, some memories should be just ours though . . . so I won’t. Suffice it to say that Will, Paige and I had a good time and were happy that...
Read more →Paige has been exploring lately, wherever I will let her. And wherever it is, she seems to relish in running her fingers through new textures — just-cut grass, warm sand, salt water . . . She’s curious and intrepid, unafraid. I hope she stays that way. Meanwhile, I’ve been observing and thinking. It’s funny...
Read more →“Mommy, I wannnnt an app-pull.” “No, Will, this is a potato, not an apple, silly!” “Mommy, I want a potato.” The little hand is outstretched, reaching for the just washed, raw potato . . . “You will have some, Will, but it needs to be cooked first. Raw potatoes are yuck.” We have conversations...
Read more →“Hun, are you done with this bread?” That’s the kind of thing that Shawn might say to me while the leftover, slightly stale bread dangles inches from the trash heap . . . but not any longer. He’s now an official homemade crouton convert. I buy bread at the farmer’s market here every weekend....
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