Category: cooking

Dehydrated Peeps

Peeps are one of my top favorite creations in the food world, an opinion I’ve been told many times is not universally shared.

Recipe Monday! The Pleasure of Community Cooking

I inherited a bunch of community cookbooks from Mom and bought a couple more in thrift stores. The recipes in them are anchored in the character of the region where they were collected, the products of local PTAs, church groups and ethnic societies. They’re also a fine guide to food fads.

19th century Parisian flower girl

Recipe Monday! Spring Tonics

Spring is here and it’s time to rejuvenate our bodies and spirits in the form of historical tonic recipes.

Recipe Monday! Time to Call in the Ladies!

If the virus doesn’t get us, our hippocampus will. And with that I forced myself to get up and head to the kitchen. Maybe I could find an alluring recipe.

Part 2 of Jonesing for Lemon Meringue Pie

It’s always a good policy to let people know when you’re going to write about them. It’s better if you do it before it’s published but I figured Stephanie wouldn’t mind. Yesterday, after posting my piece where she is the star of the show, I wrote to tell her that a tiny bit of the world would be reading about her. And then it got interesting.

Recipe Monday! Jonesing for Lemon Meringue Pie

I rarely comment on her posts but this one was so admirable and meaningful to me that I told her she was my hero. She wrote back, “I’m jonesing for lemon meringue pie!”

Recipe Monday! Are You Fucking Kidding Me?!

To help us through this difficult time, let’s gather a shred of historical perspective by leafing through a couple of old cookbooks written during difficult times.

Recipe Monday! Table for Four

As we enter our third week of confinement, I have to be honest and tell you we’re pretty sick of one another in this house. And so we had a virtual dinner party.

Recipe Monday! A Feast of Bones

Food is the one elementary need we all have, feeding a comfort we can share, especially in troubled times. I finally remembered this and slapped myself out of isolation funk. Then I pulled a large bag of bones from the freezer to make beef stock.

mom's soda bread recipe

Recipe Monday! Memory and Lies

It’s not hyperbolic to say the world shifted a little in having to contemplate the possibility that a recipe core to my identity, that was passed from one woman’s hand to another and then another could not be the total of its sum.