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Category Archives: What’s for dinner?
I have a cookbook with this on the front: It’s been teasing me since we got it as a wedding gift almost seven years ago. But fig jam isn’t something I normally picked up. I thought figs lived in cookies – something dreamed up in a laboratory somewhere and stuffed between dough and sugar. Then we bought our house and as it turns out, came to discover an old Mission
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I used to avoid potatoes. My college nutrition class told me they were complex carbohydrates. I avoided them for a number of years on principles I vaguely remembered now that I am not being tested on it. But potatoes and I reconciled about a year ago because they are a farmer’s friend. They are cheap; they pair with everything; they keep. I wish I could say they are easy to
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There are certain meals that remind me of growing up in the Pacific Northwest. This is one of them. When it gets cold enough, (which this year, winter came in February after January’s freakish summer) I can’t wait to throw in potatoes and carrots and onions with red wine and rosemary to see what happens. Maybe that’s what the dream was about a few weeks ago! Secretly, I know what
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Can I be honest for a moment? (When am I not?) Pinterest stresses me out most some of the time. I got on there out of convenience so I would no longer have 37 windows open at the same time on my screen. It was amazing to “pin” stuff for my classes, for the yard, for dinner, and for my sanity. And so that Nate wouldn’t turn on the computer
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This past fall Nate and I added another ritual to our lives. It involves food. Shocking I know. This craziness has even drifted into my dreams apparently. “Did I talk in my sleep last night?” I inquire with half of my face smushed into my pillow and my eyes are still closed. It’s Sunday morning. Not time to get up yet. Nate is watching a “futbol” game on his computer
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I used to be scared of whole animals. I preferred them in manageable pieces: A thigh, a breast, a leg. “Meat” sounds better than “Pig” or “Cow” — a whole animal. Then I had to make Thanksgiving. I never helped my mother cook growing up. The kitchen was her monastery, her prayer altar, the stove — standing there braising, roasting, stirring. We knew not to bug her. The one time
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