I love a good omelette, but not just for breakfast. It must be the little bit of French blood running through my veins. A savory omelette with a salad of spring greens is, in my opinion, an equally nice lunch or dinner. One of the first episodes I saw of The French Chef was Julia…

I now own part of a cow. Make that part of eight cows, actually. It’s called a cow share or milk share, and what it means is that, although the sale of raw milk is illegal in Michigan, as it is in many states, by signing a lease that gives me part ownership of the…

When I was growing up, cheesecake meant the no-bake kind that came in a box. You know, the box with two white paper pouches inside, one containing graham cracker crumbs, and the other a mysterious, white, cheesecake-scented powder. You added sugar and melted butter to the graham cracker crumbs, and pressed them into the bottom…

I love, love, love Asian food. Living in Chicago gave me that – Indian, Lebanese, Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, and Korean food all came into my life during my four-plus years in the Windy City. The only variety of Asian food I’m not wild about is Ameri-Chinese. You know, the uber-salty, sauce-drenched, deep fried psuedo-Chinese food…

French toast is a no-brainer, something even the non-cook can deal with. Some basic grocery store bread dipped in a mixture of milk and eggs, cooked until golden on a hot griddle – what is there to mess up? But French toast crosses over into gourmetland if it’s made with artisan bread, soaked in a…