My kids are always hungry.
Eleven-year-old Ben is going through a growth spurt that has him going back for thirds and fourths of dinner; 7-year-old Eli lies in bed moaning, “I am too-too hungry to sleep,” before dropping off to sleep in the middle of his complaint. It’s funny because they are not ever truly hungry, because at the merest twinge from their stomachs, they can go to the kitchen and help themselves to whatever they need.
Perhaps if I were a more professional food blogger, I would have tried this recipe a couple weeks ago, and then posted it last week in time for you all to decide to make it, too.
But I am not at all a professional food blogger, just someone — I expect rather like you — who sees appealing photos and links to recipes and thinks, “I could make that, too.” And so I did. With the kids. The kids declared them as delicious as the store bought kind, then noticed my expression and announced that ours are in fact better. Good kids.
Editing an anthology is a very chicken-and-egg process. You need essays in order to get a publishing contract, but you need a publishing contract in order to get essays. So, basically, you need good friends and family to write with no guarantee of publication. More
Ever interview a Spanish matador? Ever wonder what Christie Brinkley keeps in her nightstand, or how Mad Men‘s Matthew Weiner stocks his liquor cabinet? Edward Lewine has, and we are all luckier for it.
As she writes in “It Takes A Market,” her essay for Cassoulet, Elizabeth Crane found a community for her young family when she began selling peaches at the Aerie, a farm stand run by a farmer named Fitz Kelly. The Aerie set up at the Green Street farmer’s market, and then moved to the new Ferry Plaza Farmer’s Market when it opened in 1993. Liz and Fitz sold peaches (and nectarines, and apricots) there for years, though now he sells his peaches closer to his Central Valley farm, and she’s moved on to managing the Noe Valley Farmer’s Market.
We hoped to have some kind of book event at the Ferry Plaza once Cassoulet came out, and Liz lined it up for us last winter, when a sunny spring day and a finished book both seemed like rather a dream.