By Jo | Published:
July 18, 2008
We usually think of pesto as something made in the food processor, but since pesto is older than electricity, that can’t be the traditional method. From what I’ve read, pesto was traditionally made with a mortar and pestle, pounding the basil into a paste, and adding seasoning to the mashed leaves. I did exactly that: [...]
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July 6, 2008
I’m on vacation this week, visiting my parents for the 4th. We went shopping on Wednesday to get all the usual holiday cookout fixin’s: hot dogs (and veggie dogs, among my mock-meat vices because the taste is nearly indistinguishable from the meat variety), potatos for potato salad, etc. We were planning for a nice day [...]
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June 7, 2008
It broke 95 degrees today, for the first time this year. We buckled down indoors, threw open all the windows, and turned on all the fans. Between that, and eating and drinking lots of cold things. it stayed fairly comfortable. The cats spent a lot of time licking ice cubes, but they seemed okay too. [...]
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June 5, 2008
It’s summer, it’s hot, and I want to do some grilling. These days the grill is only a minor issue for vegetarians, mostly limited to “keep my soy away from your meat!” There is a nice array of veggie grill options in most stores, from Boca Burgers to soy dogs (which are so remarkably hotdog-like [...]
By Jo | Published:
May 31, 2008
I have to apologize for my long silence. Between spending the weekend away at a college reunion, and battling off sickness for the rest of the week, I haven’t done much interesting cooking. I’m also going shopping sometime this weekend to restock my kitchen, so more kitchen fun should commence soon. On the brighter side, [...]
By Jo | Published:
March 30, 2008
The weather is warm enough for frequent rain, birds twittering in the mornings, and yesterday, a long winding walk through Rock Creek. But it is not, apparently, warm enough for vegetables yet. For the past few weeks, I have shown up early at the farmer’s market, crossing my fingers for real produce. Yet all they [...]