What makes a better gift than DIY cocktail supplies? This kind of gift is cute, unique, and way more useful than another pair of hand-knit socks. Best of all, it’s surprisingly easy to make the components of one of my favorite cocktails, the Manhattan. Well, all of the components except for the rye whiskey. That one, I’ll leave to the experts.
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Strike one more vegetable off my, “I really, really, REALLY need to learn how to like this repellent green thing” list. Okra, oh delicious, mysterious, oddly viscous, okra — so long have you been out of my reach, beyond my culinary ken. I’ve had you fried, steamed, and gumbo’d, but still, you did not convince […]
Akaka Falls, Big Island, Hawaii I don’t think I’ve disguised my deep and abiding love for all things New and Belgium when it comes to beer. I recently fell all over a coriander and bitter orange peel laced summer quaff called Mothership Wit Beer (New Belgium’s first organic beer) and I do highly recommend that […]
Barely over my ecstasy from that first amaranth-hued glass, I decided to sample another grape-smeared offering from Marin Wines, their Mount Tamalpais Merlot. My god. My GOD! Now, yes, Merlot has been battered about by the Hollywood likes of Sideways and bad examples of the glass. And, because it had been at least five years […]
During the warmer months, we ate in the room attached to the kitchen. It was flanked on two sides by double screens that went as high as the ceiling, and it was therefore called The Sun Room. Anyway, the sun room had two wall shelves full of my mother’s cookbooks. These cookbooks were rarely used, […]
Now, where did I leave off? Ah, yes, ensuring the family cats ate better than we did. Our second line of defense was the paper napkins that had to be disposed of once the plate was cleared away. Over the course of the meal, Undesirables would slowly and quietly make their way into our laps, […]
You wouldn’t know it now, but as a kid, I was SUCH a picky eater. I hated almost everything except grilled cheese sandwiches. In fact, by age eight, I OD’d on grilled cheese sandwiches with what I considered disastrous consequences. I won’t go into detail, so I’ll just say that I learned the hard way […]