trees, please

I just ate a big o’ bowl full of broccoli.  Just broccoli.  Steamed al dente, but without mayo (my mom’s preferred accoutrement), cheese , butter, or whatever else people put on it.  As I was slicing the flower heads from the stalk, I had a flashback of being six years old, sitting at the white […]

my lover boy

I do love all things food – buying it, preparing it, cooking it, eating it.    Even the stores where I buy it, the gadgets and equipment used to prepare it, my pots and pans I cook it in, and the utensils and plates I eat it from.  I have even fallen in love with a […]

I am, I said.

My dad eats everything with chopsticks.  He has for as long as I can recall.  Cottage cheese, salad, watermelon, spaghetti, oatmeal, eggs, even the bits at the bottom of soup, not to mention meat, fish, and rice.   So it’s no wonder that, after making a plate of stir fried baby Brussels sprouts, the first utensil […]