Waste not, want not

There is one thing that I consistently feel bad about in my cooking life. Wasted food. It is such a disgusting habit. So, I am actively trying to work on it. These are the conditions under which tonight’s dinner was born. I opened the fridge to find a flaccid bunch of swiss chard that was… Continue reading Waste not, want not

Whereupon the neighbors think they hear cries of passion, but really hear me eating breakfast

Oh, delicious potatoes, you make me want to bathe in a vat of you. What pleasure you brought me this morning! Mmmmm! You look so pedestrian, so unassuming. But it turns out that you…well, I don’t even have the words. Mmmmm! You were particularly magnificent as a Potato Sage and Onion Cake. The way you… Continue reading Whereupon the neighbors think they hear cries of passion, but really hear me eating breakfast