As a kid, I didn’t like tomatoes. I found them not only tasteless but mushy or sometimes, hard and inedible. My mother, a good Southern
When I want to make something to eat, I first think about what I have in my fridge that will make something decent to eat.
Thinking of Christmas in July: Grilled Meats in Buenos Aires.
My birthday always happens near Christmas. It’s not that I’m complaining. People are in a full celebratory mode at that time. Wine and liquor flow freely. It’s
Los Angeles is not known for trains or gardens. Normally, the Land of Pretty People is thought of as a place of vast asphalt and
Being a single person, I admit that I like cooking for myself. I don’t have to worry about someone saying, “That’s too much of this!”
It’s been a little bit of time since I posted. Writing a blog is time consuming and I was trying to do three a week.
During the brief period of time, I lived with my father and his family, I learned a lot about cooking, specifically, Filipino which from my
The Farmers Market was a light vegetable haul today. Partially, because I haven’t had time to really put my menu together for the week ahead.
I burnt what I cooked. It happens. Yesterday on the grill (flank steak…charred to a show leather state) and today in the rotisserie (Chicken thighs