Grilled Brunch Pizza

My friend Matthew snarls when he says the word “brunch.” He dislikes—and I know he’s not alone here—what brunch has come to represent, which...

The Last Mother's Day

I went shopping for the last Mother’s Day gift I ever bought about a week before the actual holiday, which at the time was me exercising a g...

Biscuits

Bad weather food is the best kind because it gives one license to indulge. This is how I’ve permitted myself many a baked good, many a chees...

Going Home

This violent Chinese brush stroke is a very accurate illustration of the elevation—actually it’s the logo—of Boise’s Race to Robie Creek th...

Notes on Sondheim (on Sondheim)

Yesterday afternoon I went to see Sondheim on Sondheim . I don't know why I was excited to see this, because lately I'm not much of ...

Rose Tree

Four years ago, in the spring of '06, my Dad and I planted this tree as our commemorative Mom Plant. Planting stuff is a way of commemor...

What To Cook When You’re Not Cooking Veggie Burgers

Now that I’ve finished the recipe writing/testing/rewriting/retesting aspect of the veggie burger cookbook (BTW: Become a fan on Facebook! ...

Cassandra Wilson: An Appreciation

During the first week that I moved to New York, I saw The Goat, or Who Is Sylvia? , I interviewed for a job at CremaLita (which I didn't...