For a number of years in my late twenties and early thirties, Dan and I and a group of friends took turns hosting fortnightly dinner parties where we cooked a meal and played board games and enjoyed each other’s company. (We also passed around an infamous set of poorly made, tangled chimes that had originally …
Vegetarian
It wasn’t until a few years ago that I even knew what flavor grenadine was supposed to be. If I’d had to guess I might have gone with a hesitant cherry??? or whatever flavor the Michigan-made Faygo Red Pop I grew up with is supposed to be. It would have taken me numerous wrong guesses before I would …
When you hear the word “shrub,” unless you’re a cocktail geek or a drink historian, you likely think about a plant. And its other name, “drinking vinegar,” isn’t exactly the most enticing phrase either. You might wonder if someone is trying to rebrand spoiled wine or if we’re talking about really high-end balsamic with the …
Sometimes I forget that I like salad. I remember that I should eat salad, and then I react against the idea with the sulky resentment of a teenager. I go through phases when I dutifully buy bagged baby greens only to pull them out from the crisper drawer, strange and slimy, a few weeks later. In …
January has been a month of getting back into the ordinary and the routine. Since we packed up our old apartment, moved into our new condo in October, travelled to both ends of the country in November, and enjoyed the usual rumble of holiday frivolity in December and the beginning of the new year, we …
It’s December 23rd, and I’m sitting in my pajamas by the Christmas tree with a mug of coffee and the severed head of a gingerbread person from a fresh batch of cookies. There’s nothing like the holidays. Yesterday was a solid day of baking with my sister Erin, and now we have containers with eight (!) …