Validating my cookbook collection, one damn recipe at at a time
During the summer — especially the never-ending tail end of it which has left you drained and dreaming of jacket weather, a.k.a. now — my food preference distills down to pretty much a single phrase: “I wonder if this is good cold.” Since last week’s […]
It’s hard to get motivated to cook when it’s a million degrees outside, but here we are, folks. Let’s slot this one in the W column for the week (not so fast, Chicago Bears) and dig into the goods… The Assignment: Summery Zucchini-Lemon Soup from […]
“Quit dicking around, DeRuyck, and make with the recipes!” Alright! Alright! Let’s get back into it! This week’s recipe has sentimental value because the writer of this cookbook was a bit of a hero and idol of mine. He still is; I shouldn’t say was. […]
They say that you hurt the ones you love the most. It stands to reason, by that token, that it’s the ones you love the most that will hurt you in return. I had an amazing apple fritter this morning (Sunday, as I write this), […]
There might be an overall shift in my tone and cursing frequency this week, because I’m going a tad sentimental on ya. It was recently the 20 year anniversary of my father’s death. We lost him to cancer July 31st 1998, just months shy of […]
Friends, you might suspect that you’re an insufferable hipster foodie. You might even fear that you’re an insufferable hipster foodie. Or you might find yourself photographing a large jar of beet-pickled eggs for your food blog, artfully arranging the cookbook you used in the background… […]
It’s round 3 and I refuse to bake… but I haven’t quite sworn off my stovetop, so let’s tango. Now before we start, let’s clear something up about galettes. In recent years, the term galette has come to describe a rustic pie made on a […]
You may be wondering, “What happened?” The answer is that I’m only 2 weeks in, and I already may have broken myself. Why. Why, people? WHY did I schedule 2 baking projects in a row for the dead of summer? Why did I assign myself […]
I’ve got a bad 4th of July habit. Granted, as far as habits go, I’ve got worse. (And people do far dumber things on the 4th of July, myself included.) But I’ve got a habit of assigning myself complicated food items to cook the morning […]