I used to tease Lisa a bit for her urban homesteading inclinations, her sauce-freezing, fresh popcorn-picking, butter-making ways.
Posts by Caroline Grant:
One summer when I was a kid, I made it my mission to find the best strawberry ice cream. I ate strawberry ice cream in New York and Connecticut and Massachusetts and New Jersey. I can’t remember which was my favorite, whether it was Haagen-Dazs or Baskin-Robbins or the scoop from the wooden shack on the edge of a cow pasture, but it doesn’t matter: it was the journey, as they say, not the destination.
Lisa and I were smart (and lucky) (and smart) enough to marry guys who know their way around the kitchen (I’ve linked our names to a couple posts, but click on the Dad’s cooking tag to see just how much we write about them). And it’s not just these two. For Father’s Day, here’s a look at some of the contributors to Cassoulet who prove that dads know their way around the kitchen, garden, and grocery store, too. Nine of the anthology’s essays reflect on the ways our fathers – for good or ill — shape our food choices.
In honor of all who served, and in memory of my late father-in-law, James Grant — sculptor, espresso maker, Campari drinker, and Naval officer during World War Two — a Campari Orange for Memorial Day.
Three parts freshly squeezed orange juice, one part Campari. Serve over ice.