It’s May: the beginning of farmers’ market season. That may not mean much to you, but for a locavore, it signifies a change in one’s weekend lifestyle. May through October, I get up early every Saturday morning – yes, voluntarily – and head for Grand Rapids’ Fulton Street Farmers’ Market. Usually, when I mention this…
Eli turned 30-something last Sunday. We had a day-long celebration, in spite of his expected I-am-laid-back-I-have-no-preferences assertion that he wanted to do “whatever” to mark being a year older. So I planned everything, and as always, the plans grew until every moment was filled. There were no famous people or crazy activities involved – just family…
One of the best things about cooking is the sharing element – being able to take a recipe, make it, tweak it, and keep on tweaking until it becomes your own. That, after all, is where most cooking begins – with someone else’s recipe. One of my favorite food memoirs (a combination of personal narrative…
My lovely friend and former roommate Katy makes this fabulous “salsa,” which isn’t a salsa in the truest sense of the word, because it doesn’t contain tomatoes. It’s really more like a bean salad, and I have no problem eating it with a spoon right out of the bowl, but it’s intended to be scooped…
In my quest to make Mexican food as well as a restaurant, burritos and Mexican rice are a necessary staple. Contrary to what you might assume, neither dish is difficult. The rice recipe is adapted from my friend Amanda, a former Spanish teacher who livened up her classroom by bringing in Mexican and Spanish food…
I don’t get my milk from the grocery store anymore. Instead, I lease a share of a small dairy herd on a local farm, and every week, I make a trip to the farm to pick up a gallon of unpasteurized, non-homogenized milk. It may sound a bit extreme, and rather hippy-ish, but there…