Stephanie March The problem with blazing through life with eyes strictly forward, is that often I forget to reconnect to people with whom I’ve shared good days. Life takes work, and sometimes there doesn’t seem to be enough time or energy to reboil old friendships. And then there’s the fear that the connection leads only to a … Read more
four and twenty blackbirds … Pie. Apple pie, lemon pie, pumpkin pie, shoofly pie, humble pie, pot pie, mincemeat pie, sugar pie. Pies have been around since the ancient Egyptians. In older times, the crust was not eaten. Referred to as the “coffyn”, the crust was merely a means of holding the warm filling together. … Read more
Last night I ate at Mission American Kitchen with a bunch of friends/business people. We were an odd lot. One end of the table was heavy with work conversation and Blackberry buzzing, the other end, my end, was thick with laughter, The Macallan, and housemade potato chips. Our server handled it perfectly. He worked his … Read more
This weekend has been the winter of summer. Whether it’s 60 below or 100 above, it’s all about coping. Because the majority of people in my house are under the age of 16, coping comes only with my help: I’m bored, it’s too hot to go out, there’s nothing on tv, I’m too sticky to … Read more
I heart Michael Ruhlman. He’s written some really nice books, including The Making of a Chef, The Soul of a Chef and most recently The Reach of a Chef. He’s also a guest blogger on megnut, food writer Meg Hourihan’s food site. I’ve just spent the last hour reading his posting: It’s a Wonderful Life … Read more
I have a good buddy who we’ll call “Roy”. He’s a total foodiphile and routinely calls me from the market on weekend mornings to give the good report on what he’s finding. Before he owned his own business, he was a pro server at some of the best fine dining establishments in town. Roy is … Read more
This is the first real weekend of summer. No holidays to plan for, kids are tied up with “other plans” that don’t include family or summer sporting events, friends have had enough of me over the Fourth and it’s going to be hot. FRIDAY I’m simply craving sushi, maybe to help cleanse my body of … Read more
I am a King Prawn, okay? I will not eat them Mr. Pimp I will not eat those pinky shrimp. I will not eat them set ablaze. I will not eat them in souffles. I will not eat them with a dip. I will not eat them on a chip. I will not eat them … Read more
the spork carries no shame No disrespect to the fabulous AZ, but he isn’t the original Chowhound. For those of us with a driving desire to scour the cities of the world in search of the best grimy taco stand, Jim Leff is our Top Dog. He’s the food writer who created Chowhound, a community … Read more
I sometimes miss my chance to support the local-food-movement, mainly because many Saturday mornings come at the expense of Friday night revelry and not even the promise of a breakfast brat could lure me to the market. With the opening of Golden Fig & River Chocolate Company Fine Foods on Grand Ave. in St. Paul, … Read more