“Are you sure you’ve had enough?”

“There’s still some left. You have to eat. You’re still growing up.” A visit to my grandmother’s house always followed a certain routine. We entered through the back door and she would be nowhere to be found. We’d go into the garden and find her on her knees somewhere between the potato plants. All gardening…

Feel (cookie) batter soon

Ah, fall. The crisp air, the changing leaves, the cinnamon on everything. Not to mention the congested nose, the scratchy throat and the unstoppable sneezing. Don’t get me wrong, fall is still my favorite season. I’m just having a little trouble getting used to it. I’ve spent the last two days indoors with a blanket…

Cooking by numbers

  1243, also known as the juicy hamburger with oak lef lettuce, prosciutto and seasoned potato wedges. 908, alias the caesar salad with dressing. 774, a.k.a. the autumn pâté with pumpkin chutney. 3, the number of times I felt guilty when eating at the office cafetaria this week. I’m only there 3 times a week so if…