I’m a snob. I admit it. But today I ran across a recipe for roasted rosemary potatoes that just needed to be corrected. No, you don’t have to believe me. I’m sure those yukons were just fine. I bet they were good, even. Adequate. But among my little group of starch addicted fiends, there is one way to do truly great roasted taters – and it is simple. But it is not fast. Never fast. In fact, it’s obscenely long. But patience is truly rewarding. It’s true for revenge. It’s true for weather. And it’s oh so true for potatoes…especially the red ones that make this sing. But let’s cut to the chase. Long and slow is good for cooking, not babbling on the web, so much. Continue Reading ->

Time travel. It’s a thing I’m a little obsessed with, if you have a way – let me know. But when it comes to food, some of the old ways are pretty indicative of what we’re missing today. Because back in the day, there was no trucking food from the coast, not too many imports and certainly – no processed, Continue Reading ->

When I was younger, one of my simple pleasures was waking up, diving head first into the fridge, and digging for the last strawberry banana yogurt. Continue Reading ->

Beware of old women bearing fruit. Er, apples. You know what I mean. In any case, it’s that time of year and aside from fresh cider, cider donuts and pies – you can do a lot with the original bad round babies. Continue Reading ->

I have few faults. Seriously. But they’re loo-loos. Horrid spelling by the way, is one of them. The rest I’ll leave to your imagination. Well, except one other. The math. I’m not terrible, I actually enjoyed calculus (which I can’t spell – thank god for spellcheck) once I grasped the whole “homework” concept anyway. But these days, I’m a word gal. It’s just who I’d rather be dammit. But combine those few, minuscule, wee faults with the inability to adjust a recipe for single servings (yes, I’m alone – no, it’s not the faults) and things get a little chancy at best. This wheel of fortunate chefs from Crate & Barrel could save me. Find me the love of my life. At least keep twenty more pounds off my *ss, anyway.

It’s a cool conversion wheel – multiply or divide at a glance. Yeah, I know. It’s cheating. So are those rubber pants Oprah wears to make her look thinner. Ya got a problem with it? Right. Anyway, it’s got a handy-dandy magnet to stay on the fridge so it won’t get lost. You spin the laser-etched dial and bam, _ a recipe with the math done, four times the recipe for the dinner part (yeah right, like people come over and eat in my messy house), double for those dessert depression days… this isn’t going well for me today is it?

Must be the weather. In any case, I think it’s a swell invention for the numerically challenged. And it’s under ten bucks. Yeah, you have a calculator on your computer, phone, watch and probably microwave at this point – but this is sooooo much easier. Kinda like those elastic pants, eh? [ Crate & Barrel Recipe Divider ]