A couple of weeks ago I received an exciting little box from Marx Foods containing samples of five different types of dried wild mushrooms, all foraged from the Pacific Northwest. These are not cultivated varieties labeled as “wild,” they are the real deal. My challenge was to create a recipe to feature on my blog, [...]

The Indiana Banana
Today, on the last morning of my family visit, my mother discovered a perfectly ripe paw paw that had fallen from one of their trees. This was a great treat because paw paws have taken on an almost mythical quality in my mind–I have heard about this fruit, which is a member of the otherwise-tropical [...]

The Magic of Urban Chickens
I am mildly obsessed with chickens–the living kind, not the cooked kind. I find them to be magical, intriguing, and mysterious, as well as super cute. As urban chicken zoning fights are happening all over the country I want to take a strong, pro-urban-chicken stand. All of the anti-chicken arguments I have heard are misinformed [...]

It Was Time to Ring the King
Anyone who grew up in or around Indiana is familiar with the regional pizza chain Pizza King: the old-timey phones at the booths to place your orders, the counter where you can pay and watch the pizzas being made and sliced, and, of course, the pizza. The vast majority of people I know who grew [...]

The Comedic Stylings of Anthony Bourdain and Eric Ripert
Did I really fly to Indy just to see Anthony Bourdain and Eric Ripert trade comedic barbs? Not really, but it was worth the trip. The two author-chefs spent a couple of hours musing on topics ranging from Alice Waters and Gordon Ramsey, to what Bourdain actually does for a living (his ultimate response: “I’m good at [...]

A Picnic from My Mother’s Pantry
I am planning a gourmet picnic with family this weekend, so today I started on a few packable goodies using some of the amazing stuff my mother has preserved (as well as, you guessed it–more tomatoes!). I always feel a little giddy with the sheer quantity of great ingredients I have on hand when I [...]













