Let’s raise a glass

Here we are again, my old friend November. You're a formidable foe, but you're on the way out for another year and I'm still writing. So, here's to you, November, and your relentlessly grey skies, your bare branches, your frozen water bucket mornings, your summerish deceptions, your early dusks, your inevitable lurch towards winter. I… Continue reading Let’s raise a glass

The pleasures of the small batch

Time was, putting food by for us meant making 30 pints of strawberry jam in a day. Or processing quarts of pickles all weekend. It meant picking bushels of apples to turn into sauce. We had shelves in the basement devoted to our home-canned goods (I believe there are still some pickles down there from… Continue reading The pleasures of the small batch

Pierogi

I'm an Eastern European mutt, descended from grandparents and great grandparents who were born in the tiny, border shifting villages of Romania, Russia, and Poland. At some point, my ancestors may have been Ukranian, or Hungarian, or Bulgarian. We have no records that far back, but considering the politics and the fluid borders of that… Continue reading Pierogi

The toast truck will serve soft-ripened goat cheese

This month's Let's Lunch theme is Kummerspeck, a German word that means "grief bacon," the extra layer of fat one accrues from emotional overeating. This is a condition I'm familiar with, particularly this time of year. If I'm completely honest, in times of deep trouble, what I often crave most is a bag of potato… Continue reading The toast truck will serve soft-ripened goat cheese