Most Wednesdays during the growing season I go to the Green City Market in Lincoln Park. It is, of course, where I shop for fruits and vegetables.
January has been a month of getting back into the ordinary and the routine.
Winter arrived here with a vengeance last week.
The temperature dipped below zero, the winds blustered, the schools closed for a couple of days.
If one wants evidence that cooking is an alchemical process, one need look no further than this rich, savory puddle of a gratin that once was a head of savoy cabbage.
It turned cold with a vengeance here last week. My heart went out to the hardy trick-or-treaters who braved the wind, rain, snow flurries, and hail last Friday night. It’s been getting dark earlier.
April is a Janus-faced tease.