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I’ve never been tempted to be a vegetarian. I never went through that adolescent phase where I got squeamish about meat. I don’t find chickens or cows particularly cute; I will cheerfully handle raw meat; and I cook live crustaceans (I (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)
There seems to be this idea out there that kids will not eat vegetables. There are suggestions to disguise the vegetables as trees, or puree them and hide them in the brownies. I just don’t get it. Sure, some kids are neophobes — the (read full article)
Something funny has been happening this winter -- kale has become a staple in my refrigerator. A week rarely passes when I don't buy a bunch, either from the farmer's market or during a Whole Foods run. It's a combination of being drawn to the pu (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)
New Year's Day is really a strange holiday. Everyone celebrates hard on New Year's Eve, leaving the holiday itself as a day to lie around, nurse your hangover, and watch the Rose Parade and the Rose Bowl on TV (which is an excellent hangover nursi (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)
The advent of fall is subtle here in Los Angeles. We don't get the fire of autumn leaves, serving as a beacon, or the sudden damp and chill, requiring rainboots and peacoats. We tend to put our heads down during the fires and Santa Ana winds of S (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)
One of the things I truly love about cooking is the sense of community that's created around food. Not just the bloggers and their social media, the chefs and their late night hangouts or even the people around your dinner table, but the broader c (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 like to pack my own lunch. Yes, I'm giving up the social hour at work, but frankly the lunch offerings in my neighborhood tend to pale in comparison to what gets produced in my own kitchen. I wish I could say that it's because I'm an amazing c (read full article)
People who don't live in Los Angeles say that we don't have seasons. The sun is always shining, the grass is always green, it's always swimming pool weather. That's not entirely true. We have seasons. In the winter it rains and the world is green (read full article)
People who don't live in Los Angeles say that we don't have seasons. The sun is always shining, the grass is always green, it's always swimming pool weather. That's not entirely true. We have seasons. In the winter it rains and the world is green (read full article)
Some recipes sneak up on you. You get a cookbook or a magazine, you read through it in a leisurely fashion, maybe try a recipe or two, and set it aside. A few months later, you pick it up again, notice a picture that looks tasty, and forget about (read full article)
Some recipes sneak up on you. You get a cookbook or a magazine, you read through it in a leisurely fashion, maybe try a recipe or two, and set it aside. A few months later, you pick it up again, notice a picture that looks tasty, and forget about (read full article)
It can't possibly be September already. Wasn't it just Easter? What happened to the Fourth of July? I was going to spend this summer at the beach (yep, still milky white here), drinking mint iced tea (I think I made one pitcher), and lounging po (read full article)
It can't possibly be September already. Wasn't it just Easter? What happened to the Fourth of July? I was going to spend this summer at the beach (yep, still milky white here), drinking mint iced tea (I think I made one pitcher), and lounging po (read full article)
It's that time of the year when people who have vegetable gardens and live close to the earth and in tune with the seasons and all that start complaining about zucchini. "I have so much zucchini!" they say. "It's coming out my ears! Won't you take (read full article)
It's that time of the year when people who have vegetable gardens and live close to the earth and in tune with the seasons and all that start complaining about zucchini. "I have so much zucchini!" they say. "It's coming out my ears! Won't you take (read full article)
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