No, it's not Thanksgiving silly. It's April. Also known as turkey hunting season in certain paradigms.
My very first hunt was for turkey. It was deep in the Arkansas delta, on a three-thousand acre hunting preserve that runs five miles up the length of the great Mississippi. It was Spring, early on a Saturday morning after…
There are few things more gratifying than cooking a meal entirely from things you have grown. This Thanksgiving we spent as much time outdoors collecting ingredients as we did indoors cooking them.
First, we cut these baby brussels sprouts from the garden. They were strange things this year. We waited and waited for them to get…
I think of any stock as liquid gold... the sure path to tastier food. And as you know by now, I like to use as many parts of the animal that I eat, as I possibly can. So this Thanksgiving, my turkey carcas became a lovely stock, that made the house smell like Thanksgiving all…
I am about to step outside into the biggest travel day of the year. I'm a little scared. I've never done this before. I'm usually a hop, skip and a jump away from where I need to be on the holidays. So this is new territory for me.
It also means I don't get to cook…
As you know, I like changing people's minds. It makes me fuzzy inside. Most people don't like brussels sprouts. It's the black sheep of vegetables... "eeew brussels sprouts," is the default way to use it in a sentence. But they really are lovely little things, if you cook them to the edges of crispiness rather…