a healthy fear of electricity…

(There is an) implausible, but very cool connection between reimagining chicken thighs and reimagining a bathroom. How’s that for a bizarre premise? While Foodishness has a tendency to occasionally morph into Toolishness, I always have food on the brain.

a lesson or two from crostini…

Cortona was the backdrop the universe chose to deliver my traditional, mid-holiday existential gospel, and fegatini, a gamey, rustic Tuscan liver pâté, became the week’s edible metaphor.

bowls that look like plates but are really bowls…

…and math. Every few years an absolutely hilarious fashion trend rotates back in: obscenely large jewelry, oversized clothing, and gigantic purses. Aside from the questionable artistic choice, the idea is that you can teensify yourself when you are swallowed by clothes and accessories made for a titan. The obvious disproportionality creates space for a veryContinue reading “bowls that look like plates but are really bowls…”

one simply does not eat étouffée standing over a sink…

..especially if it’s closer to gumbo. Y’all know I have absolutely no qualms about eating cold pizza in my car or standing over the sink scarfing handfuls of chocolate cake, but there really is a time and place for a real dining room. There’s also a time and place for self control, but I generallyContinue reading “one simply does not eat étouffée standing over a sink…”

I’ll have what she’s having…

…COVID and the curse of frisky taste buds. For a couple of years I’ve been experimenting in my little kitchen with what home-cooked food could be, even with unforeseen restrictions and limited resources. But really all meals should be heavenly, nutritious, and fresh – I mean everything from elemental servings and small snacks to ceremoniousContinue reading “I’ll have what she’s having…”

so I wrote the book…

…and there’ve been commencements too. The baby bird of the family, my “little” Sous Chef, graduated from college last week. We made a final trek to Pennsylvania to witness the deed and move him a few states closer for grad school; happily, I can do a 5-hour drive in my sleep, but 12 was killingContinue reading “so I wrote the book…”

the little things…

…what I found & kept during the pandemic. Did everyone simply forget that the world nearly shut down in 2020? Well I didn’t. We don’t seem to talk about it anymore, which is perhaps a self-preservation response to a really awful couple of years. Global health crisis and political upheaval notwithstanding, the ability to “moveContinue reading “the little things…”

doubling down…

…poor choices, iffy sushi, and a new steak recipe. There is an art to knowing when to say when. There is also an art to ignoring that exact instinct. Or least to ignoring it well. Once you have summoned the bravery to almost cross the line, the trick is to flex your rebellion with discernmentContinue reading “doubling down…”