For quite a few winters now, I have watched a great joy of mine turn slowly into sadness: No one writes letters anymore, a fact that is especially noticeable at Christmas card time.
"No thanks, it makes me sick." "Let’s see, if I leave the milk out of these rolls Sheila can eat them."
Someday when I see the sale card announcing "12 Lemons for a Dollar" at the grocery store, I’m going to buy all 12 instead of just two or three.
Yesterday I learned that a friend will be moving far away.
Would it be cruel to extol the virtues of chocolate these dark, cold days of January and February, months traditionally reserved for dietary resolutions and abstention from such temptations?
What time-honored edible has all of the following: the warmth and comfort of hot bread; the fragrance of a baking cake; the staying power of potatoes and gravy
An article on breakfast about did me in for reading any more words on what's new, healthy, or chic in the food world.
Life before white sugar probably was pretty
When blizzards closed down cities on the East Coast this past winter, the media reported on some strange meals people were eating.
A cook is a chemist. All manner of wizardry and wondrous reactions occur in the oven and the mixing bowl.
Talk about basic ingredients. Look at a package of pasta sometime: flour. You can't get much simpler than that.
In large part because of my grandmother's North Dakota farm stories, I spent the first 30 years of my life wishing I lived on a farm so I could bake pies, make soap, churn butter...
VITAMINS THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY
I remember the moment when, as a new apprentice in a retreat center's vegetarian kitchen, I spotted the shelf of nuts in the storeroom.
It takes love to bake a cake. Cakes cannot be baked indifferently or in a hurry.
It is fitting that this morning, after paying bills and moaning about another increase in our health insurance premium, I came across a Russian proverb in a nutrition magazine
Someday I would like to see a cranberry harvest: crimson fruit floating
on flooded coastal fields, skimmed off like a school of tropical
Its hot. The yard needs mowingthe grass is so tall
I have to wear rubber boots in the morning dew.