If coq au vin and cassoulet had an American baby.

It was a dark and stormy night (kind of like tonight), and I was hungry, and I felt like cooking, but I did not feel like going to the store (because I never feel like going to the store, ever), so I took stock of what was already in my kitchen, and here's what I … Continue reading If coq au vin and cassoulet had an American baby.

In vino veritas.

Oh, screw it; it's 5 o'clock somewhere. Let's talk about wine; everything else is too depressing. In our many family moves during my youth, there were a few belongings, in addition to clothes, dishes and furniture, that always made the journey from one stopping place to the next: the Encyclopaedia Britannica set; the heirloom Christmas … Continue reading In vino veritas.