11 Aug Summer Corn
With the advent of warmer weather and baseball season, I can't help recalling with great fondness the Sunday dinners at my grandparents' house when I was young....
Gastronomic Meditations™
08 Apr Preserving the Local
Labor Day, 1985. I am eleven years old, a fifth grader. It’s the last real day of summer, the day that for every American kid means one last reprieve from the looming school year, one last gasp of summer, one final day of sweet freedom....
29 Mar Sleepless for Salami
I latched the door of my shed and exhaled; I’d taken my leap. Would my faith be rewarded? ...
04 Sep Felicia’s Fignolias
Keddy lives in Houston. Her Celeste fig bears a fair-sized crop each year, and she always tells me about it. Envious, I listen....
21 Aug Learning to Speak Italian
There is a popular aphorism in Italy, “Si parla come si mangia,” which literally means one eats like one talks....
09 Aug Cookbook Mania
I own a very rare Icelandic cookbook, a World’s Fair Souvenir cookbook printed in 1895, and a facsimile edition of ancient Roman cookbook with translated versions of the original recipes on the left and modernized versions on the right....