Forgive me sugar for I have sinned; it has been one week since my last consumption. Yes. One whole week since I made the conscious decision to halt my sweets intake (for the time being). Hard to believe given how damn good this cake was.Read More
I imagine that when the Narragansett Indians consumed hearty stews of beans and corn they never fathomed that succotash might one day take the form and flavor of this dish. They probably also didn't imagine America might look as it does today, but that's a discussion for another time...
We have the Native Americans to thank for so many agricultural innovations that define what we eat today. Twinkies, obviously, and blasto butter popcorn. Everything with corn, really, amongst a slue of other crops that amount to more than 50% of the foods we grow in North America. Perhaps putting corn in practically all processed foods is just an homage to the Masters of Maize. I think not.Read More
For the 10th time in 6 years I have moved all of my possessions to yet another house. If you are a twenty-something somewhat recent college graduate like myself then I suppose I'm preaching to the transient choir, but it's an annual (sometimes bi-annual) ritual I have grown neither to enjoy nor master. If anything, my apathy toward the process has matured to the degree that this time around I "packed" my mismatched silverware loose in a rolling suitcase and stuffed a garbage bag with my drinking glasses and mason jars. I wouldn't necessarily recommend this strategy, but the glass survival rate was surprisingly high.Read More
On a recent expedition to Charlottesville's Friends of the Library book sale I came across a true nugget of culinary gold, the kind of illustrative cookbook I savor and collect, a fantastic book titled, What We Eat When We Eat Alone.
It is difficult to place this book in any particular genre, which explains why I discovered it hidden indiscretely under a pile of art history books in the loosely defined Art section of the sale. Part journal, part social experiment, part cookbook and illustration, writer, vegetarian chef, and slow food pioneer Deborah Madison explores the art (and science) of dining alone. Accompanied by eccentric food doodles by Madison's husband, painter Patrick McFarlin, and recipes inspired by conversations the author has with both friends and strangers, the book explores the vast range of meals and rituals people partake in while alone. From a dish as crude as sardines on toast to a meal of roast lamb and herbs so elaborate it merits a poem (see below), the art of eating alone is endlessly defined with no "wrong" approach, save perhaps the sad mustard sandwich consumed over the sink.Read More