Deep in the dregs of my memory is a simple meal of honest ingredients: potatoes, meat, gravy. It was called buckshot and I imagine it as something served in crude clay bowls to men who had been working on the…
Deep in the dregs of my memory is a simple meal of honest ingredients: potatoes, meat, gravy. It was called buckshot and I imagine it as something served in crude clay bowls to men who had been working on the…
A friend bought me a crab this weekend. Coming from Maryland, I’m used to crabs as small feisty things with a blue tinge to their shells. The gifted crab I got was wrapped up in a plastic bag and weighed…
Toddler Harbat has been growing up in our kitchen. She took her first steps there, and quickly learned where the bread was sliced. I’ve always tried to include her in food preparation, and her recent Christmas present shows where her…
Every year my wife comes up with an ambitious Thanksgiving menu. I’m all about handmade foods but when you’re trying to clean the house, chase Toddler Harbat, and decipher a ten-page recipe for gratinee of seared confit in a bed…
I imagine a conversation like this: “Sven, we need a grease spatter guard design by the end of the week.” “Ja sure. What is a grease spatter guard?” “You know, you’re frying kippers and you don’t want the oil to…