spatchcock – Foodishness

I will never again mock baseball…

Treating myself doesn’t have to be a gaudy sellout or an act of snooty, spoiled indulgence, but it shouldn’t have to pass an austerity test either.

honestly, today I have nothing to say…

…and yet here we are. Over the last two weeks I’ve been happily swamped with spring sports, nearly all of which take place between 4pm and 7pm. Those are prime kitchen dancing and cooking hours, so I’ve been cobbling together evening sustenance rather than digging into new recipes, flavors or techniques. Normally I would sayContinue reading “honestly, today I have nothing to say…”