about Diwali…

…my unexpected tie to Indian cuisine. A few weeks ago I wrote about some unexpectedly social cooking and eating escapades, specifically a three-week October frenzy of excessive commensality. It was a welcome, but exhausting departure from my oh-so-comfy empty nest routine. By the end of the month I really needed some quiet time and foundContinue reading “about Diwali…”

spiny chayotes and fancy pork butt…

…nothing is really ever what it seems. This wicked little grenade conceals a very pleasant and refreshing cucumber-like squash, but I almost walked past it at the farmers’ market out of fear and perhaps a little disgust. I was searching for ideas for Mother’s birthday luncheon in Savannah – I wanted a new cultural challengeContinue reading “spiny chayotes and fancy pork butt…”

this little piggy went to market…

…we aren’t talking about pork – it’s me. I’m the piggy and I went to the farmers market. For years I tried unsuccessfully to make Chinese stir-fry at home. They weren’t yucky, but they were utterly forgettable. I’ve already addressed the wok issue, but even the finest carbon steel would not have saved me. MyContinue reading “this little piggy went to market…”