The Little Red Kitchen

  I have a fuzzy memory of sitting on my father’s lap when I was about four or five, eating tender morsels of lobster swimming in melted but...

I’ll never forget the time my sister Claire and I decided to cook supper for our parents as a gift. We had a cookbook called Kids’ Cook...

    Things have changed around here recently. The freezer is nearly full. Our weekly menu, written out on a white board hung on our frid...

As you've probably already surmised if you read this blog with any regularity, I almost always cook from a recipe. I am a planner, an...