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 […]
About a month ago, I had the privilege of meeting Chef Johnny Prep while he was in town to teach local kids how to eat healthy. Johnny brought with him (from Michigan via checked luggage) not one, not two, but THREE different soups for us to try. One of them was a delicious New England style […]
The other day, I made a batch of carnitas. Actually, I made them twice… two days in a row. Both times, I scraped the bottom of the Dutch oven to get out the itsy bitsy pieces of pork that were stuck to the bottom. The #neverwasteanything part of me couldn’t bear to part with it. […]
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?!
Of all the cookbooks you own, how many of them are actually good ones? And since we’re on the subject, what’s your definition of a good cookbook? Quite simply, for me, a good cookbook is a big cookbook. So here’s my theory: Nowadays, just about anyone can publish a cookbook (no offense to friends […]
After a mighty streak of special projects, I desperately needed to step away. So we used our second wedding anniversary as an excuse to coop up the chickens, wrangle the dogs, and head for the hills. In my bag, I packed the last three to four months of unread magazine subscriptions: Bon Appétit, Sunset, Cooking […]
It was still daylight when I arrived home from work. Even the dogs were surprised; they barked at me thinking I was the evil UPS man.
As a person who lives in the moment, one of my greatest joys is spending time with people I love, in a setting where time stands still. Given no barrier, my ideal dinner party would be held in the garden, include seven courses, and take five hours. And the intermezzo would include a tour of […]
In less than ten days, the RGB will be hosting a very happy occasion; our very own wedding reception. You may recall that two summers ago, we eloped to the Bay Area so we could make our 7:30 PM dinner reservations at Chez Panisse. By the end of the evening, we had a signed cookbook […]
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 […]
March at the RGB. It’s officially Spring! We spent some time baking snickerdoodles out of Joy’s new cookbook, revised an old Meyer lemon scone recipe, and created a new dog biscuit recipe (recipe coming soon). And very soon, we’ll have some backyard strawberries to nibble on.
It happened again. I made a poor, poor decision that led me down a treacherous road… a path of tremendous discomfort and violent consequences. Looking back, the cues were so obvious I’m stunned I missed them. We were the only patrons on a Saturday night, and I ordered food from the sea, in the form […]
We’re surrounded by chickens… because the eight baby chicks we picked up in June have somehow multiplied into eighteen. I don’t know how it happened. We officially fail at chicken math. Sunday was a big morning at the RGB: it was the day fifteen baby chicks were old enough to move from the brooders in […]
I recently finished a wonderful book called The Dirty Life, by Kristin Kimball. A farm is a manipulative creature. There is no such thing as finished. Work comes in a stream and has no end. There are only the things that must be done now and things that can be done later. The threat the […]
In my 20s, I had a mentor whose mantra was find your bliss. You want me to find my bliss? Yeah… sure, ok. I’ll do that… right after I return some phone calls and finish my staff report. Too busy chasing rainbows, I never knew what he meant. Now, I know. While pouring me a […]
Until you’ve been through the middle of a home remodel, you cannot image how much dust can collect. It doesn’t matter that there are ET-like plastic walls everywhere, that piles are neatly stacked in corners, or that Mr. RGBistro actually still vacuums. By time I come home from work, it is hours after the days’ […]
At this very moment, Mr. RGBistro on a sailboat with four of his best dudes. On this, their bi-annual sailing trip to Catalina Island, no dudettes are allowed; the boys have a 5-day nag-free hall pass to sleep in, golf all day, banter about sports, scratch their !@#$ and talk like Pirates. Lovingly excluded, I […]
Springtime is lovely for an 8-hour road trip to the Sonoma Wine Country. Pulling into Sonoma Square late in the day, our road-exhausted selves were starving, thirsty… and miffed because we couldn’t find parking. (Thanks, Sonoma Film Festival.) So when we finally got out of the car, we ducked into the first restaurant we saw: […]