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Dover Sole

There’ll be bluebirds over The white cliffs of dover Tomorrow Just you wait and see There̵...

Friday Fish

Going to a Catholic School in the ’50s and early ’60s, Friday Fish was an absolute. That...

The Diner Version of Thanksgiving

My impulse-buy of the day, yesterday, was a turkey breast. I had most of the makings of a turkey din...

Sunday Pot Roast

These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in...

Wild Boar Risotto

I’ve had about a half-pound of wild boar sausage in the freezer for a while, now, and decided ...

Sausage and Lentils

Here’s a bit of a spin on a recipe I really like – Lentils and Fennel. It’s prett...

Colds, Crackers, and Chicken Soup

It’s official. We all have colds. I’m not sure where it started – it could have be...

Cheese, Sausage, and Reading Terminal Market

I told myself I was going to go to Reading Terminal Market once a month – and actually was doi...

Chicken and Lentils

Years ago my grandmother stayed with us for a while after she had had a heart attack. One of the thi...

Christmas Eggnog Cake

It’s a really quiet Christmas Day around here. Almost too quiet. Both of us are used to loud, ...

Risotto with Lagostino

It’s Monday after Thanksgiving. The holiday is officially over. More or less. The leftover tur...

Leftovers

The best part of Thanksgiving Dinner is the leftovers. Of all the holidays, it’s the one I rea...

22 years of Thanksgivings

22 years. 22 years of fun in the kitchen. Hell – 22 years of fun, period. Forever and yesterda...

Savory Pumpkin Tart

A couple of months ago when I was perusing recipes for Thanksgiving – yes, I start thinking ab...

Ravioli

Thanksgiving is a week away. That means cleaning out the ‘fridge so we can get more food in th...