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: Savannah
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.
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…”
a Thanksgiving state of mind…
…memories of grateful & merry gluttony. When I was a very little girl, Thanksgiving in Savannah was a large family gathering at my grandparents’ home on the Wilmington River, framed around the obligatory 2:00pm turkey dinner. It was quite southern: I don’t remember snow, but it was just cool enough for a sweater, and whileContinue reading “a Thanksgiving state of mind…”
Wait, what IS on my Diwali menu…
…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 “Wait, what IS on my Diwali menu…”
a quick note about Venice…
…and those Afghani dumplings I love. On May 1st Searching for Italy, with my boyfriend Stanley Tucci, returned to television to explore the culinary delights of Venice. Tucked between the traditional cuttlefish risotto and duck ragout were a few unconventional surprises. However, what I found most fascinating was his observation that Italians mostly eat ItalianContinue reading “a quick note about Venice…”
yes, my boys will eat tofu…
…especially if it’s just a wee bit fried. I cooked, served and devoured a lot of meat in 2021. Red meat, white meat, the other white meat and all things piscine. My pandemic food porn page confesses it all – there was neither moderation nor discretion in this girl’s kitchen. And I regret nothing. ThatContinue reading “yes, my boys will eat tofu…”
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