You really need to make your own broth . . . really.
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Murgh Zafrani (Saffron Chicken)
This is a dish that will convert even your most curry-hating friends to Indian food lovers.
You really need to make your own broth . . . really.
I had the most wonderful phone call today from my friend Ronald. He called to say Merry Christmas and that he wondered if I could come to California to make fried chicken, waffles and cheese grits. I worked with Ronald for 9 years in California before moving to Washington. On the last working day prior…
Quinoa looks like little spaceships or some weird sort of twisted germ when cooked.
Imagine December 1980 and the junior English class at CK McClatchy High School (Sacramento, CA). I can. I was the student teacher for this course. After having prodded the depths of Jonathan Edwards and Washington Irving, we had moved on to Walt Whitman. What could I impart to a bunch of 17 year old students? …
This dish is the capstone to the T-Day experience. The big bonus is that you really do not need a recipe—it is more a method.
Have you ever been in a cooking rut where you cooked the same thing over and over?
I have.
Restoring a classic Shaker chair and taking a meander with Aristotle and Keats. Who says a Liberal Arts education is useless?
Fang the Calico Kitty Warning: this is a post for cat people. Don’t bother reading further if you aren’t feline oriented. It will just frustrate you and cause you to stop reading my posts. There was a farmer had a cat And Fango was her name-o F-A-N-G-O F-A-N-G-O F-A-N-G-O And Fango was her name-o. Actually,…
Forget steaming up your kitchen with a boiled cabbage side dish or slogging through wilty, bland coleslaw. This is so easy, you’ll be wondering why you never made it before. This has now become my favorite way to serve cabbage. It is a slight variation on the recipe for Cavolo E Pancetta Soppresa in Cucina Simpatica (Johanne Killeen…
Personally, I like to buy my cod frozen at sea (insert visual of me freezing my rear off in a row boat as I try to buy cod somewhere in the icy reaches of the Pacific Ocean).
When I was in college, my roommate Pam was the orchestrator of most of our meals. There were four of us girls in a two bedroom apartment, and we organized ourselves into cooking/shopping and cleaning teams. We had $30 per week to spend on groceries.(Don’t try to figure this out, but suffice it to say…
I declare that this looks nothing like what Luke left on the carpet.