Weekend Meditation: Home, Simplified
In a used bookstore the other day, I stumbled across an old favorite cookbook called ‘Unplugged Kitchen’ by Viana La Place. I'd owned this book back when it was first published in 1996 but had lo...
In a used bookstore the other day, I stumbled across an old favorite cookbook called ‘Unplugged Kitchen’ by Viana La Place. I'd owned this book back when it was first published in 1996 but had lo...
Note: I am attending Slow Food Nation events all weekend and hope to post about that experience in the near future. Meanwhile, here’s my impression from opening day.) It’s late Friday afternoon...
15 reasons why we eat hunger boredom obligation celebration habit curiosity belonging craving comfort distraction survival nourishment discipline tradition and......
Due to some slightly unusual circumstances, I’m eating alone a little more than normal these days. This is fine, as long as it doesn’t happen too frequently. While I enjoy the occasional quiet e...
Faye Hess is my latest kitchen crush. I can’t remember exactly what interweb meanderings brought me to her cooking videos this week, but there I was. Within one minute of watching ‘Making Gnocch...
I was inspired a few weeks ago by a post over at Smitten Kitchen on what we are afraid to cook and why. What a great question! And what a great thing to take on. There’s nothing like the feeling ...
When I wrote about Sundays last week, I realized afterward that the most important thing to me was in fact Sunday morning. And in particular, my favorite meal: breakfast. There is something very so...
Sunday morning means staying in bed as long as possible with the New York Times, a pot of strong Assam tea and warmed-up whole milk precariously balanced on the night table. This is after sleeping in...
In the middle of mayhem and deep concern; in the middle of fearfulness for your friends in the middle of a wildfire; right there in the middle of your day, around 2PM, you turn around and glimpse, ou...
The wildfires raging in Big Sur and the Ventana Wilderness have me distracted this evening. Every day this past week, it’s been my job to call my friends at the top of a road leading into the wilde...
We all eat somewhere around three meals a day, every day of our lives. Occasionally we get sick or we fast, and sometimes we go wild and eat the entire county. But basically it’s breakfast, lunch ...
Many people don't enjoy grocery shopping but I do. I think this is because I'm a bit of a maverick: It's rare that I have a list and my usual strategy is to meander about, browsing in every isle, lo...
My Father and the Figtree For other fruits my father was indifferent. He’d point at the cherry trees and say. “See those? I wish they were figs.” In the evenings he sat by my bed weaving ...
Once, not so long ago, my life was saved by a meal. But not literally: At the time I was eating three deliciously prepared vegetarian meals a day, made with mostly organic ingredients, served in a l...
Intuitive cooking (or cooking by feel, as we say here in The Kitchn) is not so very esoteric. I believe it has a lot to do with practice. By that I mean both the activity of repeating something over...
As I write this, I am slowly savoring a bite of Mo’s Bacon Chocolate Bar by the amazingly innovative Vosges Haute Chocolate. The initial hit of rich dark milk chocolate is followed by hints of smok...
A couple of evenings ago you could have found me at home on my living room floor, peeling fava beans with my dinner guests. I had spontaneously invited them in only to discover there was nothing much...
I cooked my first and last local wild salmon last week. It was delicious: the texture moist and creamy, flavors well balanced between the briny sea of the fish and the sharp green jingle-jangle of le...
I have two cookbooks in my Amazon cart right now and they’re burning a hole right through to my desktop. One I’ve already seen and know I’ll love, the other I haven’t seen but I just know any...
I used love my small, cluttered kitchen. Joyfully I would produce delicious, many-coursed meals from my Barbie-sized stove, stuff a week's worth of organic produce into "my cute refrigerator", balanc...
ONE: Lunch at Bar Jules, where owner Jessica Boncutter was at the stove. While I sat at the counter and watched, she threw together a delicious springtime take on salad nicoise with preserved tuna, ol...
Recently, several people from a class I was involved in decided to cook a meal for about 40 residents of an urban Zen center. Our focus was on mindful attention, doing one thing completely, and not b...
(My goal is to write this with out using the words perfect, delicate, seasonal or visionary because you already know that by now.) For quite sometime I've been saying "I can't believe I'm living in S...
Food can be about a lot of things—nourishment, comfort, anger, pleasure, nostalgia, control, self-expression, obligation. It's also can be about belonging: to culture, to place and the seasons, to...
The most inspiring thing to land in my kitchen in a long time is The Mystery Box, the "guerilla vegetable delivery/taco truck-meets-the farmers market" bi-weekly drop-off from my favorite local organi...