Leave a Reply
More Inspiration
September 11, 2012
The Little Linguine that Could
“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. It’s fine, bitch.” Franco says in a thick Italian accent to his wife Lisa as they discuss a pasta delivery that needs to get out before the close of business. Both wear hairnets that remind me of my grandma who feared that exposure to running water would cause her to prematurely lose her $30 perm.
July 17, 2012
All in the Family
I grew up eating what was served to me. No one ever asked what I wanted, or offered an alternative to the salmon flopped on my plate flesh-side up, all pink and wet. Mom would leave the scales on the opposite side, so I’d have to flip it and slowly peel back its shiny, slithery coat. I’d curl my lip and wince.
March 13, 2012
Smoked Salt-Crusted Beets
My first foray into salt-crusted baking involved a just caught fish, a cold night and a cozy boat anchorage in Nova Scotia…
