I’m pretty sure there’s a food blogger commandment against posting two ice cream recipes in the same week… in October. If I remember correctly, there’s also one against eating almost all of the food that you intend to post about. Oops. Turns out, this recipe is good enough to break some rules for. [click to continue…]
Did you know that the word used to describe the strong, musky flavor of concord grapes (that some find undesirable) is “foxy?” I love it! What an endearing example of just the thing that makes something second class to some being exactly what makes others adore it. I imagine it goes without saying, but I like my grapes foxy. (I had to say it! I couldn’t resist!) [click to continue…]
I was in Pennsylvania a couple weekends back for a family wedding. It was a quick trip, but I still did my fair share of time swooping through green on windy-ass country roads, trying not to get carsick. There were apples everywhere–all sorts of pops of red and russet–and I imagined someone with some authority on the matter would proclaim it a good year for apples.
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My slow cooker is a hand-me-down. It was given to me by a friend who had gotten it from a co-worker who wasn’t happy with the fact that it has only 3 settings: low, high, and keep warm. The co-worker upgraded, then my friend upgraded, and I was the slightly bewildered recipient of a REALLY big slow cooker. It’s clunky, we have nowhere to put it (my boyfriend has to hoist it on top of the cupboards when it’s not in use), but–turns out–I love the thing. We haul it out when we’re having a special meal like Sunday dinner, often with meat, which is a treat for us. For a while, there was a splatter pattern on my kitchen wall from where the slow cooker sat so often and cooked away. In other words, I’m a fan. [click to continue…]
A pot of beans needs your favorite pot, the one you bought in a parking garage ten years ago for a dollar from the back of someone’s truck. You tried to talk yourself out of it, like the $7 almond butter that always makes its way in and then out of your shopping cart. You’ve stopped trying to describe the ways that you miss the place that you and the pot are from. It’s thin bottomed so the onions always burn. [click to continue…]
Today, I’m sharing the fifth and final page of a recipe poem in comics that I wrote and my boyfriend Paul illustrated. It’s called “Spruce Tip Syrup.” Each day this week, we’ve be shared a page of the comic. Now, you have the whole thing. What you see here is a thumbnail. Click on the image above to view the full page in a new window and zoom in if you’d like. Use the navigation buttons above to view the previous pages.
I wanted to thank everyone for the kind words regarding this collaboration over the past week! It means a lot to me that folks have been enjoying it.
Hey, so, something a little different is going on here today. Something new and—for me—pretty exciting. It’s something I hope won’t happen just once. Also, for me, it’s something scary. It’s something that will be here all week! I’m nervous and rambling, so let’s get to it. [click to continue…]