In a small, Northern Vermont Kitchen, we sate our appetites with homemade meals and a love of local ingredients.
Summer is great for eating. Hello, Nature’s bounty! But the combination of hot weather and outdoor parties can leave me a little perplexed about what to bring to a barbecue
Recently we were inundated with radishes, which is never a problem. Radishes with butter and a little sea salt make one of the best summer snacks. But, it got to
I think Jedd must burn like 4,000 calories a day, or something ridiculous like that. He can eat like a teenage boy, and his pants still fall off him. Woodworking
I’m the first to admit when I’m wrong. So, a couple of years ago when Jedd brought home a salad spinner and I complained about the space it took up
Although it’s summer, that doesn’t mean that the urge for comfort food goes away. It just means that you get to make prettier comfort food with fresh ingredients. And the
How fancy does this sauce look? Very. But it’s ridiculously simple to make. And to quote my friend Kelee, it’s “deeeeeeeeeelicious.” The papperdelle itself was a little bit of a
Sometimes you just need to laugh and get childish. Oh, and eat well and day drink. My cousin is my best friend – and that’s pretty amazing. It’s cool to
I’m spoiled in a lot of ways. Not the least of which is that I have family “in the biz.” Well, not that business. No, they’re not actors or in
Hello April! The snow has finally disappeared from the roadside and sidewalks. It’s glorious. And here’s a little recipe that celebrates the flavor of spring, because man oh man. It’s
I had a friend over for dinner the other night, and I had the joy of turning her onto puff pastry. It was like Christmas morning when we were kids.
A few years ago a group of us had a “fried dinner” party at a friend’s house. Fried chicken, fried okra and fried pickles were served, along with copious amounts
Hoo boy. As much as I hate super hot weather in summer (a lot) and can generally tolerate cold weather, this winter is getting a little ridiculous. Seriously ridiculous. From
We have a nine-year old, eighteen-pound cat who loves me to the point of embarrassment. Where I am, is where Max wants to be. On the couch, in bed, in
Hello, Superbowl Sunday! Although the closest I get to following a team is re-watching Friday Night Lights, the day does lend itself to festive party food – if only because
I love meals like this. To me, they’re “mic drop” dinners. As in, “Womp, there it is!” (mic drop) It’s so simple to make, that you can start it a