Retro gourmet at Craft & Commerce
Imagine the nerdy-cool kid from high school: the quiet and deliberately unfashionable one, the one who chose to wear horn-rimmed glasses and ride his bike to school every single day, the one who actually understood all the cultural references, and who surprised...
Book spine poetry: the food edition
This morning I decided to play Book Spine Poetry but handicap myself by choosing only food fiction or food fact books. There’s a collection spilling around the kitchen; I thought it would be easy. But turns out a shelf of titles starting with “The” and ending in “Cookbook” is a bit limiting, and try as I might I couldn’t figure out how to put “The Widow Cliquot” together with “A Goose In Toulouse” and “The Nasty Bits” without cheating. Check it out – here’s what I came up with.
Squash blossoms in paradise
Here’s a question: if you were stranded on a desert island and could bring one book with you with the stipulation that all your food – recipes as well as ingredients – must come from that book, what book would you choose? (be sure to answer the...
But what do you think happens when the salads lose their composure?
com-posed adj (1607): free from agitation : CALM; esp : SELF-POSESSED syn see COOL A composed salad is, as I should have known but did not, the opposite of a tossed salad. I’d actually never given much thought as to whether the salads I make are composed or...
Sunday Supper, a poem
This poem is much like my children in that I’m occasionally astonished such a thing came out of me. I scribbled this down – an intact stream of images – while at the hairdresser’s, sitting under a fan of hot lamps, individual chunks of hair wrapped in foil. I remember I was giggling at the time. Perhaps I should try and write more under the influence of aluminum. Enjoy your Sunday Supper.
A Pizza the Size of the Sun
A chocolate-marshmallow-toffee dessert pizza inspired by Jack Prelutsky’s poem “A Pizza the Size of the Sun.” A post in honor of National Poetry Month.
This Is Just To Say
In honor of National Poetry Month I decided it would be appropriate to find and share what bards and poets and other wordsmiths have penned about food over the centuries. Here’s one by the American poet (and physician) William Carlos Williams I first encountered in a class many years ago. It has remained lodged in my mind fairly completely, unlike the concepts of logarithms and half-life:
Welcome to my skillet!
I'm Maggie, a food-loving, curiosity-seeking, nature-loving mom. I'm here serving up bite-sized recipes, raves, and reviews about food and family, food and culture, food and the environment, and food and travel. Thanks for stopping by!
