Close to 8 years ago, I bought a bag of fregola, cooked it up, wrote about it, and promptly forgot about it. Evidently, it didn’t make an impression on me. A few days ago, I was reading an article about Sardinia and it mentioned fregola. Intrigued, I dec...
Kabobs, brochettes, skewers, satays… With apologies to Shakespeare, meat on a stick by any other name would smell as sweet. Or savory, as the case may be. Back in the Dark Ages of my restaurant cooking, if we cooked it on a skewer, it was a brochette ...
Whaddaya do with 2 peaches, a handful of strawberries, and some onion and tomato left over from morn...
We did a trek to the Wayne Music Festival this afternoon. Heard some fun music, bought a new pair of...
When I was taking the shrimp and artichoke hearts out of the freezer at 3:15 this morning, I was thi...
Tonight’s dinner is brought to you by yesterday’s lunch. Our friend, Susan, came over fr...
Dinner was definitely going to be pork chops, tonight. I had taken them out of the freezer at 3:30 t...
Summertime… and the grillin’ is easy… Okay. It’s three weeks to summer ̵...
Today was a great day. First, the nice UPS man arrived with my new mandoline blade. His arrival was ...
The latest issue of Fine Cooking magazine has arrived just in time for tonight’s dinner! I was...
It’s Sunday. That’s a use up what’s in the house day, because Monday is shopping. ...
Okay. I’m not a royal watcher. I have nothing against filthy rich people who never have to wor...
There’s a storm a’brewin’ outside… We’re expecting hail, 70 mph winds&...
It’s 45 days to retirement, and the last hurdle has been jumped. We have health insurance star...
