It finally rained, and then cooled down a bit to the point where the mere idea of turning on the oven wasn’t suicide-inducing. I had planned to grill pizza, but figured out too late that we were out of charcoal. So on went the oven. I also turned on the attic fan, which pulled in cooler air from outside and sucked all the oven heat out through the top of the house. It’s a brilliant…
Month: July 2010
This meal actually took place before this wretched heat wave, which should be self-evident since it involved using the stove for more than 90 seconds. Our meals lately have been quick and minimally heated, and I’m not even taking pictures because it’s all I can do to remember to keep breathing. Funny how after last summer’s desperate railing against the incessant rain has begotten this desperate pleading for the heat to be broken by some…
John called me a few weeks ago and said “Do you want a whole artisanal Tennessee ham?” “Sure,” I said, on account of I’m not a complete idiot. “Why and how?” The band’s publicist, it turns out, during or after Bonnaroo, had been driving around and stopped at some joint in Gallatin for lunch. The ham sandwich–smoky, fatty, and piled high for $6–was one of the best he’d tasted. So he talked to the proprietor,…
We were in Vermont for the weekend, enjoying some absolutely perfect weather. Some swimming, a little (unsuccessful) fishing, and general relaxation were the totality of the agenda. And eating. That too. I brought a cooler full of garden, and we worked our way through it over the course of our stay. To begin, a glorious treat in the form of our first zucchini flowers stuffed with local smoked gouda, dredged in local eggs and whole…
I was out of town, so this link is a few days late. The new issue of Chronogram came out on the first, and in it is my profile of a Benedictine monk who makes extraordinary vinegars. I’ve been messing around with them a great deal in the kitchen, and they are a joy to use and to eat. photo by the not-at-all sour Jennifer May