Archive for the 'salad' Category
Thanksgiving Favorites, Old and New: Kale Salad and Lemon-Parsley Stuffing
December 1st, 2009by Caroline
Like Lisa, I had a Thanksgiving without cooking, but my younger son and I were both too sick for me to be thankful for it. Instead, I was thankful for my sister’s oven repairman, and her own ability to produce several dozen of my mom’s wheat germ rolls, two pies, a pumpkin-ginger cheesecake, roasted [...]
One City Garden
November 10th, 2009by Caroline
I grew up in a little town (it calls itself a village, and while I find the word a little precious, it fits) of big, pretty houses on smallish lawns. The yards weren’t fenced, and my neighborhood didn’t have sidewalks, which made it a pretty soft place for a kid to grow up running [...]
Dinner in 20
October 14th, 2009by Lisa
I love to cook. I do not always want to cook. These statements are not mutually exclusive.
While I will very often prep a little bit of dinner at lunchtime (the virtue of working from home), one day last week I had done nothing for dinner. I hadn’t even taken a mental inventory of my [...]
Barbeque Red Hook Style
July 15th, 2009by Lisa
I don’t know how I missed this, but I found this post, languishing in my Drafts folder, and, well…better late than never. When we were in NJ, my great friend Molly had us over for the day, and we did lots of fun things, including the Circus on the Barge. But maybe the most [...]
One Step Forward, One Step Back
May 28th, 2009by Caroline
A friend, with boys about the ages of mine, takes comfort in the fact that my children are picky eaters. “I get that my kids don’t like my cooking,” she says, “but if your kids don’t eat, then it really must not be about the cooking!” And every time we talk, and we commiserate [...]
The Salad Trio
September 3rd, 2008posted by Caroline
Years ago, the “sorbet trio” became such a ubiquitous feature on San Francisco menus that it was the subject of a piece in the local paper. The enterprising reporter called dozens of restaurants, from Gary Danko and Postrio to more modest locales, asking what the night’s sorbet trio was. Everyone had one, whether [...]