Charlie Trotter died this morning. Suddenly, unexpectedly, and much, much younger than the age my husband is now. (shudder) Mr. Trotter is one of my culinary heroes, and I was very much hoping to meet him someday. [In brighter news, our White Silkie laid her first eggs this week.] You see, Charlie Trotter never went […]
For me, Meatless Monday is a way to stretch my culinary muscles. Think outside the carnivore box. Mix it up a bit. And, after many weeks of attempting such challenge, I can safely say this: Easier said than done. Problem # 1: I like my swimmers. I definitely like my flyers. And I loooooove my grazers. […]
I tried holding onto summer. I really did. But then I spent a week in the mountains, and saw the Halloween paraphernalia. Everywhere. In the pharmacy, the video store (they still exist!), the pizza parlor, the grocery store. Everywhere. Even the latest Williams Sonoma catalog is full of white gourds, orange tureens, gold leaves, and otherwise […]
We all have a past life, don’t we? Or is it just me? Every now and again, I think about my past life. I lived in Oregon. It rained a lot. I was (mostly) miserable. And I was convinced I had nothing in common with the food growin’, chicken totin’ hippies that looked like mop dogs […]
Let’s call this post: How to impress your house guest with a scrambled egg breakfast. … My spring garden pot with Tuscan kale and purple basil. The husband went out of town this weekend so a girlfriend stopped by to keep me company. In actuality, I begged her to sleep over because I didn’t want […]
I like potatoes. I like leeks. And I like potato and leek soup. But most of the time, I’m not a fan of the signature beige hue. Know what I’m talkin’ about?
Earlier this year, I found myself in a jam and wound up in the Whole Foods prepared foods section. Desperate to quickly feed a crowd, I purchased a 5-pound container of the Greek Orzo Salad. At $9.99/pound, plus tax, this was not a cheap box of… pasta. Really?! Fifty bucks for orzo?!
For what seems like the forty seventh Sunday in a row, I had a late start. Rolling out of bed at 8:38 AM, I had exactly 22 minutes to brush my teeth, get some clothes on, comb my hair, make “something with tomatoes or zucchinis” for this months’ Food Bloggers Los Angeles (FBLA) meeting, and […]
Five years ago, if my college roommate (and bestie) Meg, told me she was moving to Jupiter, I would have rallied 40 of our closest friends, wrangled them into a bistro, and shut the place down. We’d drink, we’d eat, we’d be merry. And at the end of the evening, we’d be scrounging for ones […]
Breakfast is generally pretty hard for me. Most mornings, over-snoozing the alarm means scrambling out the door, full of frazzle and empty in the tummy. But then there are holiday mornings, like today. Nowhere to go, nothing to do… Check-in on the chickens? Absolutely. Wander through the herb garden? Sure. Brainstorm a breakfast concoction? Game […]
We spent our last afternoon in Paris strolling through le Jardin des Tuileries. It was getting late in the day, and we were hungry, again. When I spotted the crêpe vendor, I stepped aside and asked my beau to pull out his change. We had spent most of our Euros on lunch, so it was […]
I heard the Brahma that morning. She squawked, squawked, and squawked. I could hear her from inside the house… clear on the opposite side of the property. When Mr. RGBistro brought in the GIANT egg, I understood right away. Ouch is an understatement; the rock weighed in at 105 grams. (A typical large-sized egg is […]
The big girls were bored and decided we needed to redecorate. (That’ll teach us to do yard work while leaving them unsupervised): The little girls decided it was time for the Egg Olympics. Based on the amount of squawking going on, I thought a hawk had injured one of them… Evidently, the poor girl was […]
Barry took in a record-breaking 7 eggs today. Two of them are from first-timers. We suspect the French Marans and the Turken.
Sisters. Where one goes, so does the other. It has been a joy to watch our new dog find her way around our home. She does this by shadowing her sister. From the moment they leap out of bed every morning to the moment they’re taking their evening nap, they’re never more than ten feet […]
There’s something sexy about a man who reads the morning paper, likes his coffee black and pays our bills on-time. So… grown-up. I don’t look like a grown-up… not even close. At the moment, I’m wearing a green shirt with orange tights… and brown boots. And maybe a purple headband. Oh, and my eye shadow […]
November at the RGB (clockwise from top left): Crape myrtle leaves on the brick walkway. An almost-ripe Meyer lemon. A Barred Rock pullet. A Plum Crazy rose. Tangerines on the tree. Chive seeds on the pod. Paperwhites in bloom . A bird-pecked fig… and a Splash Marans pullet. — November was a rockin’ month. I […]
I prefer a rustic kind of lifestyle: I collect dishes in my sink, flour on my apron and chicken poop under my shoes. I like my edges sharp, my lines wavy and my dots splashed. I believe in guesstimates and rough chops. In handfuls I trust. Most of the time, I can get away with it. My […]
Blooming artichokes mean were at the end of the season. Farewell until autumn, when the second batch comes up! Once upon a time, when my good friend Jeff and I were both single, we occasionally took turns cooking for one another before settling onto the couch for an evening in front of the TV. On […]
What cereal was introduced in 1963? (Answer below in Mr. RGBistro’s crossword puzzle.) I really hope your Saturday morning routine is a little like ours; sleeping in, snuggling with the dog and steaming lattes… Breakfast also comes with a garden view, a crossword puzzle and morning fetch with Britta the Weimaraner. — Our garden strawberries […]