Like any good francophile, I love classic French Onion Soup. (Although I suppose, if I’m going to be completely honest, I loved French Onion Soup well before I became a francophile). My mother has included French Onion Soup as part of her winter repertoire for as long as I can remember, and while my own…
In the interests of being as much of a locavore as possible (definition: someone who consumes only locally grown and raised food – really tough to manage in Michigan in the winter when the farmers’ markets are not operating), and in trying to avoid industrially-raised animal products in general, I don’t eat much conventional beef….
The mere mention of oatmeal makes some people wrinkle their noses as though they just took a mouthful of something bad-tasting. But I truly believe you can’t go wrong with oatmeal, as both a good-for-you breakfast, and as a delight to your tastebuds. I’m not talking about that gooey, pastey stuff you had in your…
I love curry. Indian curry, African curry, Thai curry, anything curry. All someone has to do is say the word “curry,” and I will drop what I’m doing, instantly captivated. Show me the curry. Seriously. But curry isn’t something I grew up with. I first tried it during The Great Solo European Backpacking Adventure of…
I was a fat girl once. Not anymore, but I was. No, really, I was. That was about eight years, 100 pounds, and five sizes ago, not to mention about 25 points on my cholesterol score. In my closet, I have one remaining pair of size 20 jeans to prove it. I take them out…
The only cookbook I remember my mother using while I was growing up was a stained, dog-eared copy of the Better Homes & Gardens New Cookbook, circa 1972. You know, the one with the red-and-white gingham-checked cover. By the time I became interested in cooking, most of the tabs had either worn off or been…