Tomato Sauce

Tomato Sauce

The truth is that I hated tomatoes as a kid. My mother always kept them on the window sill in the summer and even had a few tomato plants. They  smelled so good but I just never wanted to taste a mushy ripe tomato. However I loved ketchup. I ate it on everything. I ate it on steak and chicken and turkey. I think my mother always wondered what I’d look like as an adult with

Zergut Chicken or What I Found in My Fridge

Zergut Chicken


Zergut Chicken or What I Found in my FridgeYou may know that I have mentioned in the past that I am not good at cooking for myself. However because I have started a blog I feel compelled to at least try. Otherwise there really isn’t much point to this, is there?  Anyway about a week ago I raided my fridge and what you see is what I had for dinner. Not bad if I say so myself. A

Marshmallows and Matzoh S'mores

Marshmallows and Matzoh S'mores


                            A smiling face is half the meal. (Latvian Proverb)



Marshmallows and Matzoh S’mores



The truth is I really don’t like marshmallows. My daughter loves marshmallows. She likes those Peep things that are in the really bright colors. So I make these for her. And this year I made them pastel pink. (A little food coloring is OK, right

Macaroons

 




 


When I walk into my kitchen today, I am not alone. Whether we know it or not, none of us is. We bring fathers and mothers and kitchen tables, and every meal we have ever eaten. Food is never just food. It's also a way of getting at something else: who we are, who we have been, and who we want to be.


Molly Wizenberg, A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table, 2009

Okonomiyaki (It's what you want!)

                        Okonomiyaki  (It’s what you want.)



It was 85 degrees in Denver on Sunday. You might say it was just a bit warm for Denver on April 1st. Nature’s way of joking with us. Of course today it is snowing which is really typical for spring in the Rockies. I say, Mother Nature, bring it on! We need the moisture. In any case; Sunday found me going to the grocery and buying

Spaghetti Bolognese and True Confessions

Spaghetti Bolognese or Ragu


                                                 

I have a confession to make. Yeah, I know everyone loves confessions. It must be our deep dark interiors that make us want those Oprah, Barbara Walters moments. Don’t get your hopes up. It is not that juicy. OK, already. It’s this simple. I’m not very good at taking care of myself. I’m a mother. Some mothers put

Tuscan Beans and Potatoes Plus a Few Good Books

                                                                My Sweet Hyacinths
"The day is coming when a single carrot freshly observed will set off a revolution.” Paul Cezanne
 and the beginning of the novel “White Truffles in Winter”.
I am working in a room filled with the scent of lavender hyacinths. They scent my entire house and they smell like spring. It is a sweet smell that makes me