It's Day 3 of Thanksgiving Revisited! We're moving right along here. If you've been reading this blog for a while you know that I am not a fan of doing dirty dishes. I love spreading out in the kitchen and making a beautiful mess. But I have a hard time facing a big stack in…
These are the facts that we know:
1. There was an apple tree and a pear tree growing nicely outside the cabin minding their own business. They were producing nice fruit and dropping it on the ground at their leisure.
2. In the morning there were claw marks down the side of the pear tree and most…
These are the peppers from my garden this year. You can call me Peter Piper. Thank you.
Pickled Peppers:
The truth is, that they were planted by my brother's mischievous friend Francesco. But Francesco dropped off the radar screen sometime in mid-summer when the weeds became unruly and it was time to separate the men from…
Do you know what's funny? I'm writing this post from another Southwest airlines flight... but this picture wasn't taken between Colorado and San Francisco, it was taken between Austin and beautiful Oregon. And this one has a creaming baby. {{{Helllppp meeee....}}}
I was invited by an organization called Travel Oregon* to experience all that Oregon has…
On Saturday I paid a visit to a big antique antique market in Warrenton, Texas with my friends the Michael's. They spend a lot of time every year traveling the country buying interesting things, which they turn into even more interesting things for their store Paul Michael Company.
If you want to see what I mean…
On a scale of 1-5, how ambitious were you with your garden this year?
I started out extremely ambitious. Like, I'm-the-best-farmer-in-the-world-ambitious.
Then I had my ego handed to me on a platter made of corn stalk nubs, meticulously gnawed down by the chipmunks.
Pickled Swiss Chard:
But there were a few successes. In fact, there were many in…
In just a few hours, I'm going to be picking up two of my favorite people from the airport, Todd and Diane from White on Rice Couple. Then we're jetting off to Joshua Creek Ranch, the place where I shot that magazine cover a few months ago, and guess what we're doing there? We're shooting…
It is the beginning again. And also the end. Temperatures are finally cooling off in Austin and things feel like they're changing. When the summer ends it also means the beginning of new fall adventures for me, and it always starts with dove season.
I usually start my hunting season in Arkansas because it is endlessly…
When I was cooking in France, there was a pastry chef who was always running around frantic with all of the things he had to do. He was fairly sure that the executive chef was going to kill him. Sometimes I helped him because I wanted him to get through the night without panicking. Sometimes…