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…
The elderflowers are blooming. This is good on many levels. For one, flowers are just a prelude to berries. And berries are just a prelude to jelly. And elderflower jelly is something that my grandmother made as a child with her mother. I'm going to make some and bring it to Grandma Pellegrini.
Now that the…
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 used to think of it as the strange stuff I'd see in strange gas stations on my strange cross country road trips. It was usually in stick form, a long tubular stick, wrapped in a coating of plastic, with a peculiar name like... Slim Jim, not because it made you slim, but because it…
The morel is my favorite mushroom.
I think it is its richness and wonderful hearty texture that I like so much. The morel forces you to really chew it.
They have a honeycomb type construction. And hollow stems. I spent many an hour trimming the stems and cleaning off the hard bits in my restaurant days. But…
Have you ever made sausage? Have you ever thought about making sausage?
It is a fun affair.
I would rather talk about sausage right now than the aftermath of the horrible loss I experienced last week. That has consisted of drama and me eating a box of truffles in preparation to open three Fedex boxes that I…
After I spent the day solving the "plague of pigs" crisis a few weeks ago, I began a hog cooking extravaganza. There were so many parts to break down and ponder.
This is my friend Mike breaking down and pondering:
Isn't he doing a nice job? He's a scholar of the woods and the kitchen.
The thing about…
“The Feast of the Seven Fishes” is an Italian American tradition celebrated on Christmas Eve to commemorate the wait for the midnight birth of Jesus. Seven kinds of seafood are served, though you'll often find many more than seven varieties on the table I sit at.
It has always been one of my favorite nights of…
I've been getting a lot of inquiries about how one can get a signed copy of "Food Heroes," since I didn't make it to every book store in the country on my book tour this year. Well here is the answer!
If you'd like a signed copy of my book, simply email me at: georgia at…