It begins with an Amish man. Like most of my stories do.
Okay fine it doesn't begin with him, it begins with a 5 pound sack of potatoes that we purchased at a run down store in a vacant town across from this abandoned house that I really want to buy and fix up but am…
Butter sauce, that is, in English speak.
Butter is such a magical thing, don't you think?
I call it udder nectar. Sometimes.
Only with people who know me well, like you for example. But I usually don't call it that at a first encounter.
You see, we get so caught up in recipes, but sometimes it can be simpler…
I'm at the airport again. I think I am now officially on a first name basis with many airport security people around the country. They have my x-ray on hand to refer to, which expedites things nicely.
While I'm sitting here though, I thought I'd tell you about my favorite hot sauce recipe of late. It's…
One of the questions I get most often from interviewers is "what is your favorite wild animal dish?"
I always describe this one.
From the first moment I tasted it, it earned itself a special place in the crevices of my mind.
This is a whole wild hog, marinated for days and then smoked for many hours.
There is…
Standing in the fields at Joshua Creek was a special kind of experience. There is a mystical quality in the rooster pheasant as he shoots into the air like a feathered arrow, in all his green and red and purple, and speckled brown-black. The long spike of his tail feathers taper for aerodynamic flight and…
This is a delicious little dish I made while bird hunting in Montana. You should really try it. Even if you don't have a partridge handy, it will work with other bird meat... like chicken for example. I recommend keeping the bone in whatever meat you use so the meat doesn't dry out.
These are the…
There's an old gnarled apple tree hovering over the well at Tulipwood. My great-grandfather built the well and he probably planted the apple tree too.
It is a very moody apple tree. Some years it is full of low and high hanging fruit and my brother and I shake it and throw sticks at the branches…
When I was a child growing up in the Hudson Valley, I used to sit on a rock by the side of our creek, push a fat worm onto a hook, and catch my trout. Then I would fry it in a skillet and eat it for breakfast. It was a normal pattern in my…
I'm so happy to share this video version from my new Modern Pioneering series. Fruit roll-ups were a big thing when I was growing up. There were so many iterations at one point that I was in pure fruit candy bliss. Then there were the healthy versions that we'd always find at the health food…