Growing up in Savannah, I spent my summers combing the beach at Tybee, crabbing off my grandparents’ dock, and sailing the Wilmington River. It was idyllic and sun-kissed, but most importantly, it was largely unsupervised…With all that time on the water you’d think today I’d be an accomplished poissonnier. I am not.
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where should we go for chicken tonight?
This is the daily question I ask any hungry stakeholder within earshot of my kitchen. It’s a mashup of idioms, born from the old college dining hall quip, “what’s for chicken tonight?” But it carries the promise of exotic flavors, moderately experimental cooking techniques, and a brief but unsolicited sermon on the chosen cultural destination du jour.
not everyone likes capers…
At some point I asked Sous Chef to retrieve a giant jar of capers from the pantry. He obliged, but muttered, “You know, not everyone likes capers,” to which I gleefully added, “But not everyone matters.”
the older I get…
This month a pair of viral foodie trends nearly got the best of me, so I had to reinforce my inner dialogue with a hearty dose of Mother’s “I’m so sorry, I can’t.” Of course, this was only after I fell for the Thai curry frozen pot sticker casserole.
fine, I’ll do it myself…
Grinding my own burgers has prompted a major shift in my culinary habits. I can never go back and according to some people, I cannot seem to shut up about it. For me, cooking is like life and I think it’s glorious to seek enlightenment. If that’s too woo-woo for you, simply try to be curious. And if all else fails, go for awareness. Be aware, be human. And grind your own meat.
chickens and eggs…
A proper chicken recipe can be the perfect foil to the anxiety of choice – simple and affordable but with all the flavor and decadence of haute cuisine. For this post, I chose Poulet Gaston Gerard, a quintessentially French comfort dish with a charming, but inelegant origin story born from setback and recovery. I’d say it’s perfect for any volatile economic climate when you want to pretend that everything is fine.
the devil in the details…
This lively plate is packed with tandoori chicken smothered in a serrano mint sauce, spiced succotash, jasmine rice, and a red lentil curry called Masoor Dal. And don’t forget the mango chutney and buttered naan. Yeah, we really, really adore Indian food.
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…”
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…”
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