Grandma P. is in rehabilitation. She's slowly getting her movement back. But she is not pleased with the situation. She said, "Well I guess you're learning a lot about life, aren't you." Then she said, "I'm learning a lot about life too."
One of the last things we made together was tofu mayonnaise. She really loves…
I planted Grandma P.'s herb garden and got to thinking about basil. A few years ago, when I was feeling especially experimental with food, I made lemon basil ice cream and everyone who set their lips to it said it was the best ice cream they'd ever tasted.
There's something so intoxicating about basil. And while…
Remember yesterday how I showed you a glimpse of a strange figure in a hazmat suit wandering through the woods?
That was my dad.
He only comes out of his hiding place to feed the bees. My interactions with him are solely when he's wearing netted head gear.
Just kidding.
But we do both have…
Also known as... "how to cook a clam."
Word on the street is that my clam digging pictures are freaking you out. I'm sorry to give you the heebie jeebies. But they taste good, I promise. Besides, don't you want to know what to do if someone drops you on an island somewhere and tells you to…
Yes, they made it off the island. The little boat made two more trips and the last ones on the island were the ones who had the tallest boots... they had thigh boots. They took one for the team because they had thigh boots.
When preparing your clams for dinner, it is best to let them…
...also known as "How to dig a clam like a gentleman (or lady)." Alan had discovered that instead of getting yourself covered in mud, a little PCB pipe, and a double sided shovel kept one nice and mud-free. So we were the clean ones on the island.
Alan drove his three person boat back and forth…
Slowly but surely, I'm making friends on the west coast. It's thrilling. This means that slowly but surely I will no longer be a hermit.
I was invited to go clamming at Lawson's Landing near Tamales Bay last week, and seeing as my life's possessions are strewn between two coasts, this meant a trip to the…
Two days ago, I called my grandmother to ask her about her meatloaf. She has this way of making it that I've never been able to duplicate.
But she didn't answer. She usually answers, or if she can't get to the phone fast enough, she always calls back.
But she didn't call back this time. Maybe she…
I stumbled upon a new beer bar in Mill Valley a few weeks ago, with sawn lumber for tables and a sea of beer and nothing to eat but German pretzels, rolled out, and twisted, and baked to order. I tried a pretzel and what struck me most was not the pretzel (though it was…