fat free opinions on a food centric life
I grew up loving my mother’s potato salad. It was a simple mixture of boiled and peeled russet potatoes she cut into cubes then added chopped onion, celery, hard boiled eggs, and pickles. The dressing wasn’t fancy — a generous dollop of mayonnaise mixed …
I go to the farmers’ market armed with a single bag theory thinking I will surely be limited to a reasonable number of purchases, yet fail every time. I’ve become pretty good at packing that bag which seems manageable while I’m filling it. A few …
Every once in a while, I come across something I’ve torn from the food section of our local paper. I’m thinking this wouldn’t be possible if I hadn’t shoved it into one of my cookbooks — the one most relevant to what I’d torn out. I see bits and pieces like it wedged between pages along with notes and stickies I’ve written about recipes I’ve tried and easily slip past them when I’m on a mission for a particular recipe. They do cause me to pause occasionally though, to dust off the mental note I made the last time I saw them and promise that I should take a look. Make something from them.
One of the very nice things about having a close friend is knowing that when she calls early on a Saturday and asks if I want to go somewhere with her, I don’t have to worry too much about things like fixing my hair or …
It's been just about as cold as it ever gets here, hovering around 50 or so, and although the sun is bright, I'm freezing, so that means dinnertime is all about comfort food. Comfort food warms me just thinking about it. It comes in large …