On Wednesday, after a long day at work, I got home and remembered that I hadn't gone to the grocery. In a week. And we had no dinner plan. And everyone was hungry. So I made cheese soufflé. If you know me, or if you've been here for a while, then you know that cheese … Continue reading Cheese souffle and the kitchen table.
If there is a dish more emblematic of my cooking story than cheese soufflé, I can't think what it would be. By now you've heard this tale, or bits of it, many times: my mother, who trained herself first by watching and later by reading, trained me to cook by virtue of the fact that … Continue reading Inhale, exhale.