When I loved San Francisco It was before it was called Frisco. It was before the tourists mobbed the Pier. And it was before Beach Blanket Babylon. It was China Town. It was Allioto’s And fishermen at the piers. Ending with rum and coke at the local bar. Cable cars and overhead trams. Clear winter…
Warning: lettuces a-head (LOL)
Yes, I know I did it completely wrong.
Who knew? Cracked wheat and wild rice make a fluffy bread loaf.
I re-discover my childhood favorite tuna/pea/noodle casserole.
A week of dinners and a lot of brisket.
You are, after all, the Scarlatti of your Chef John manicotti!
When life gives you pumpkins, make waffles!
Wondering how much and what for homemade dog food?
If there ever was a dish that exemplified the motto of Butternutplace— “Stay Briny”—it would have to be dolmades!
No clever headlines here, just aromatic and peppery garlic scapes made into a savory pesto.
I might just have to make another one!