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I don’t really understand the marketing of Mother’s Day. I see all these floral pastel cards and delicate lacy handkerchiefs and early morning breakfast in bed and advertisements for “brunch” and “afternoon tea” (read full article)
Back in the day when I lived in New York, I was more than a little homesick. I pined and yearned for my home state of California, and pounced on everything I could find that reminded me of home. I wore flipflops at the very first sign of spring in (read full article)
Spring has sprung. Sure, I live in LA, where a sunny day could just as easily mean December as it could April. People are always exhibiting various degrees of suntan (usually related to their house’s proximity to the beach), and flip flops a (read full article)
I have vivid childhood memories of dyeing Easter Eggs. We always made my family’s traditional Craftsman flower eggs, but I also spent many a spring break waiting impatiently for the eggs to take on a deep color sitting in vats of vinegar wit (read full article)
Wednesday is Saint Patrick's Day (don't forget to wear green or the leprechauns will pinch you) and even though my family is only moderately Irish, and I, in fact, have never been to Ireland, my family celebrates every year without fail. Part of i (read full article)
As I may have mentioned before, I generally receive a several cookbooks for major gift-giving occasions. This isn't surprising; after all, I have a known cookbook problem, and I have several cookbooks on my Amazon wishlist. I'm fairly familiar wi (read full article)
When I was a little girl, my favorite restaurant was a steakhouse in my hometown called the Sawmill. The interior was one of those 1980's restaurants with no windows, an open kitchen, dim lighting, a terrarium, rough-hewn wood beams and leather cl (read full article)
The summer after I graduated from college, I took off for Europe. I wasn't living the bohemian life with a backpack and a Eurail pass (Quel horreur!), I was traveling with my parents and about 30 college juniors on a summer program for my mom's un (read full article)
I hate to say that I don't care about the Super Bowl because it's such a lame girl thing to say. On the other hand, I don't really care about the Super Bowl. And I am kind of a lame girl. In my defense, L.A. hasn't had a pro football team in yea (read full article)
It's time for the Daring Bakers again, and while this month's challenge presented its own obstacles, It had the advantage over last month's challenge for me by 1) Taking only a reasonable amount of time, 2) Not leaving my entire house covered in ro (read full article)
When you're cooking dinner for your family every night, it's easy to get into a rut and/or run out of ideas (yes, even if you're a food blogger. I often panic when I sit down to make my weekly grocery list, then I start by looking through cookbook (read full article)
Some of my friends who read this blog seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am a gourmet cook. While I do occasionally go a little crazy with some super fancy cooking, I imagine that my everyday cooking is a lot like yours. I cook dinner f (read full article)
Well, that was a nice little break eh? All the holiday hoopla, then a week to catch your breath before we launch right back into decadent, gooey pastries and ... oh wait. It's January. Everyone's on a diet. Real Food it is. To be honest, altho (read full article)
I know that you're already falling out of your chair in excitement because this is the first Savour Fare post in quite some time that didn't feature sweets. I may have gone a wee bit overboard there with the Christmas baking, I admit it. And I'm (read full article)
I don't know what it says about the general depravity of my childhood that when I think back to my favorite Christmas cookie growing up, it has to be bourbon balls. My grandmother used to make them every Christmas, and I'd look forward to them wit (read full article)
Well that was nice. Thanksgiving I mean. Turkey and cranberries and wine and family and five pies do leave me with a warm glow of contentment that may even leave me cheerful enough to forgive my visiting father in law the sin of finishing ALL of t (read full article)
In the rush of planning and eating a Thanksgiving Meal, the cranberry sauce is kind of an afterthought. We carefully plot out our turkey roasting techniques, strategize our side dishes, and lovingly craft pies from scratch, but cranberry sauce usu (read full article)
Brussels sprouts have since become one of my favorite vegetables, with their nutty flavor. tendercrisp texture and whimsical form (my childhood of playing with dollhouses predisposes me to love miniature things). When fall comes around and I start (read full article)
Fall produce - what do you think of? Apples, of course. Brussels Sprouts. Take a page from Thanksgiving and think sweet potatoes and cranberries. And pumpkins are, of course, inescapable, their leering visages popping up everywhere you go. Althou (read full article)
I am often asked where I learned to cook. I am someone who cooks regularly, and enthusiastically and sometimes even ambitiously, so I suppose this is a simple and obvious question. But the answer is multilayered. I learned to cook from my family (read full article)
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