“They’re practically potato chips!” Gregg exclaimed, helping himself to more of the thin-sliced, seasoned, golden-brown oven-fried potatoes until they were gone. I’m not sure which enthralls him more—my recent food inventions, or the fact that I am cooking at all. Now that I … [Read more...]
Dock Time is the Right Time
I never would have thought it was already dock (Rumex sp.) time of year again were it not for my friend Butter and the pristine metro-Denver-area suburbia full of wild green vegetables where she resides, in contrast to the still snow-covered High Country in which I dwell. But on … [Read more...]
Salad with ginger rosehip vinaigrette
Why didn’t anybody tell me how much pain follows surgery? Here I’d pictured a scary hospital visit followed by a rosy home-bound ever-after in which I didn’t have to work and played with my toys, happy as a wounded clam. No so much. Visits to the bathroom on crutches have felt … [Read more...]
Nothing Left to Do but Self-Medicate
This is great—not only did I jump off a bush (on my snowboard) in an attempt to skip over some rocks to a mogul that turned out to be solid ice and hear my knee go “crunch,” such that I am suddenly confined to home awaiting an MRI, but I am also coming down with a cold, sore … [Read more...]
Wild black currant brandy
It’s wild booze month at Hunger & Thirst, so I have my friend Butter to thank for getting me into the liquor cabinet for a night of distraction from my many winter obligations. Fortunately, Gregg and I were good alcohol squirrels over the warmer months, storing wild … [Read more...]
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