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…
When you have eighteen chickens and thirteen Guinea hens in your life, there are a lot of eggs to contend with. It is definitely a nice problem to have. I went on a quest recently to find eggs in the store with yolks as bright as the ones my chickens produce, and I have yet…
My grandmother and great-aunt had an apartment together on the top floor of 34 Morton Street in New York City in 1941. It was a nice walk-up apartment building, and they paid $80 for it.
They were very frugal, and so had various dishes they cooked together that they considered their specialties. One was called "Slum…