It was magic. I had hearty leftovers with big ideas. Some pork, some roasted root veg could so easily be made into omelets or bubble-n-squeak, but no I remembered a trick my mama used to do. If I was hungry and the dinner window was not open, she would give me a snack that wouldn’t [...]
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Thankfully it fits within my peasant farmer budget. In Seattle, I was approaching Salmon Snob. I never could master salmon ‘ella ella ella … eh eh eh. But, I really loved that white, wild caught white salmon that turned up at my favorite fishmonger to which I paid my yuppie premium. No, but salt. I [...]
Well, cinnamon rolls really. Our family loves the word “buns.” I make buns every so often. I could even see myself running a line of Jean’s Buns in the future. I’ll stick anything in a bun with sauce. My mom every so often would make cinnamon rolls for Christmas day. I thought I’d giver ‘er [...]
Back in America we would host Aliens Thanksgiving. Every year, Seattle has a lot of foreigners wandering around on the fourth Thursday of November wondering, “where the heck is everybody?” We’d turn on a little turkey beacon and invite them in. I was usually the only American at the table and was forced to explain [...]
I set my glass of wine down as I was looking up a recipe in Fannie Farmer for apple pie and suddenly I felt a photo coming on. This counter is oozing with Autumn. Market apples for one fiddy, pumpkins from the neighbor and field mushrooms brought in from Brent’s pasture walk sit patiently [...]
On the door of our fridge, I rolled out some white board contact paper. On it I list “what’s in the fridge.” A few days ago I hit a chef’s dream. Not only did we have various animal fats to cook with, we had a surplus of duck parts and pastured pig. I’m very proud [...]
A friend of ours gave us a peck of peppers. I’m not sure if there were literally a peck, but in this day-and-age, a peck to me means a shitload. We are grass fed beef farmers. I am a native southern Californian. This means I know Mexican food. Some of my bestfriends are Mexicans. I [...]
The kids dug up some potatoes for today. Lucy planted a pile of potatoes in the neglected veggie patch. Neglected by me because Zélie took priority. Despite the drought and neglect, the potatoes did very well. We have a lot of small ones, but if you keep looking you can find a “man potato.” This [...]
I made blanquette de veau this evening. I’ve never cooked veal before nor have I blanked it. I work with a very cool French cookbook that I love called Ripailles that assumes you sort of know what you’re cooking. Which I don’t so it takes a few tries sometimes. I’ve consulted with resident French people [...]
A friend of ours, let’s call him “Josh,” gave us a cookbook all about cooking pork. Many, many pages dedicated to cooking everything but the oink. Sadly he gave us this book at a time when we were experimenting with ways to feed our family. The pork book arrived at our “vegan phase.” I doubt [...]
