Writing the good read
So all these soup recipes and what to serve with it? Lately, there’s been a whole lot of press about no-knead breads. I’ve seen recipes in newspapers, in Mother Earth News, in Cook’s Illustrated (you need to sign up for a trial membership if you aren’t a subscriber to get the recipes) and even on…
We have been teased here in the great Northwest with glimpses of spring, only to be surprised by a sudden snow shower and/or lower than average temperatures. So it’s still soup season here. And there are some soups that are best in spring, when the ingredients are at their peak — think fresh pea and…
I spent the last four days at a hotel about 10 miles from my house. I was in Seattle, at the lovely Grand Hyatt hotel for the annual conference of the Association of Healthcare Journalists. Because Husband and I decided several years ago to become a one car family (she said with a hint of…
This morning I read what will undoubtedly be one of the last issues of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, a daily paper that has been published here in the Great Northwest for nearly 150 years. Over the past few months, the paper has gotten smaller; the news more aggregated and less local; the great columnists have left….
A little over a year ago, I hosted a soup swap as part of National Soup Swap Day, an event made up by a really nice Seattlite a few years ago. I wrote about it at Nerd’s Eye View and got my first national clip writing about the trend in USA Weekend. This year, though,…
My son has very sensitive skin. Every year, we get at least one call from school saying he’s broken out in hives and can we come get him. It’s not hives; he has a condition called dermatographia, which makes the slightest touch register on his skin as a red mark. It usually takes 10 or…
It was the Monday night before the Tuesday when our cleaners come, and I was once again contemplating the three tall piles of books on top of the bookshelves next to the bed. They are starting to lean precariously and pose a danger in the case of even a small earthquake. Really; I’m not exaggerating….
I was at the post office the day after Thanksgiving and I was talking to the clerk at the window about the joys of pie for breakfast, mentioning my morning meal of leftover apple and quince tarte tatin. That’s when she said it: she had cherry pie the night before. And even worse, the guy…
I have a friend who doesn’t cook. I don’t know if she doesn’t cook because doesn’t like to, or because she feels she can’t. Either way, I don’t know how much “cooking” is involved in making a pot of chili. Added bonus: you can make a ton at once and then freeze it on manageable…
When I was a little girl, we used to fly pretty regularly from San Jose to Los Angeles. We flew on PSA, the airline with stewardesses (that’s what they were called then) in fuchsia and orange hot pants and microminis and funny hats. The planes had smiles and noses painted on the front of them….