My sainted grandmother used to make a thing that was called sweet potato poon. It had marshmallows. That’s all I remember about it. That and the year she was NOT DRUNK, NOT DRUNK I TELL YOU and left it under the broiler until the marshmallows caught on fire. A few years ago, I went looking for a poon recipe. Couldn’t find one. Not online. … Read More Poon With Marshmallows
Last Thursday Shea had his knee surgery so my mom has been here helping out. She always comes with a trick up her grandma sleeve and this week, she made her famous taco salad. A warning for my Mexican friends: Gringa. And very loose use of the word “taco”. Proceed with caution. She cooks up a pound of ground beef and heats a mixture of … Read More Cooking With Grandma
Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches! Last Friday I bought a 25 lb box of New Haven peaches for $20 at our local Beebe Farms. That’s $.80/lb for a pesticide-free, locally grown and perfectly ripe box of opportunity. Said box looked smaller at the farm than it did on my kitchen counter. I didn’t keep a specific count, but I … Read More All. Things. Peaches.
There’s this thing my neighbor Julie and I do, and it kind of started as a joke. Last Fall, I baked too much of something fun and sent a bunch over to her family on this turkey plate. About a week later, I got the plate back with something equally fun. After a while, I sent something over on the plate again. Sure enough, … Read More Cookies Hold the Bridge
Some kids read books the first week of summer. Some kids go to camp. Gabriel decided he wanted to make chocolate cupcakes with strawberry butter cream frosting. From scratch. I was ten when I made my first cake. It didn’t go well and the trend has continued my whole life. However, Shea is awesome at cakes. He made this for Kate’s shark party last year. … Read More Cupcake-pocalypse
It turns out that the decorative purple leaf plum trees in our front yard yield a fruit called a cherry plum. Gabriel, in his infinite chef wisdom, burst into my room the other day and said “Mom. We need to jam these plums.” Then he rallied Ross from next door and they picked 5 lbs. After I said Yes, we should jam them! I … Read More Urban Foraging*
Every once in a while, I do something quite genius. And this summer, I had a genius moment. I decided to cook lasagna, the same recipe I’ve used for years from Emeril Lagasse, which calls for ⅓ lb. ground beef, ⅓ lb. ground pork, and ⅓ lb. ground veal. The store I shopped at only sold ground veal in 1 lb. packages. So, in … Read More Comfort Food – Lasagna
It’s the advent of Advent. And since I am always—ALWAYS—standing at Michael’s on the first Sunday of Advent afternoon, begging for someone, anyone to show me a pink taper candle in November, I thought I would share my newest and greatest discovery: THERE ARE PACKS OF ADVENT CANDLES FOR SALE ON AMAZON!!! With Prime shipping even. Which means you could have your Advent candles … Read More Holiday Stuff and Such
While I am nervously watching the trees in our town, praying the leaves don’t change and fall before my parents arrive in three weeks, I know my family and friends in So Cal are still knee deep in the 90s. Autumn—such as it is in So Cal—is coming, I promise. And I’m not being snarky. I’m bitter. We’re paying good money for a pool … Read More Welcome Autumn 2015!
George is a legitimate Oregon outdoorsman. He fishes. He crabs. He hikes. He hunts. And he is the inventor of Gummy Bear Stew, which like all good ideas, was born from a mix of necessity and ingenuity. Last summer, George took his son Jack and his nephew Hayden on a weekend camping trip. They unpacked the tent, the clothes, the sleeping bags and the … Read More Gummy Bear Stew
The story goes like this: In August of 1969, my aunt and uncle were celebrating their 5th wedding anniversary on August 15 and my mom and dad were celebrating their 1st anniversary on August 17. They all lived in San Francisco, my parents having recently graduated from the University of San Francisco and my uncle finishing up law school in the city. My parents … Read More Fishsticks and Champagne