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.
Tag Archives: Japanese
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…”
everybody needs a cooking kitty…
My trick to combat loneliness was turning my kitchen into a miniature social network with a conscripted feline audience, a soundtrack of melodic voices and a collection of inanimate “friends” complete with names and personalities.
of all the yakis in the world…
…okonomiyaki just might be my fave. When you think of Japanese food, you might think of meticulously crafted sushi or an elaborate kaiseki dinner, a multi-course parade of curated delights. These formal foods are often associated with dramatic images of Shinto shrines, Buddhist temples and Zen gardens. I suppose they are not the worst stereotypesContinue reading “of all the yakis in the world…”
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