So who says there’s little interest in a food scene in Sacramento?! We’ve gone past the stage of Little-Engine-That-Could; we’re now out the gate and started down the track (to mix my metaphors). I couldn’t be happier.
I served them to my neighbor Deb, who not only named the dish, but had this to say: “The juxtaposition of the greens and the dates set off the flavors perfectly. The pine nuts added another note and texture to the dish.”
Wrap each one in pretty red cellophane and tie with a bow. Take them down the road and up to the High Street–”Please, miss, won’t you buy my Valentine S’mores?”
Strip away all the hoohah, the pink and the blue, the booties and the pacifiers, and what you’ve got is a world in which women are valued for what their ovaries do and their wombs produce.
Julia Child doesn’t give a recipe for Puff Pastry in her almost-encyclopedic Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Or rather, the recipe she gives is for the simple little piped (or flung from a spoon) blobs of dough that we know as cream puffs. To get the Real Puff Pastry, the kind you roll out [...]
by Mark of Going Like Sixty Somebody and/or something is changing. My wife, Nancy, left Thursday on a knitting/fiber jaunt. She’ll return soon, but in the meantime, she made up a crockpot full of chili for me to eat. Otherwise she knows it will be Miller Chill and M & M’s. We had a [...]