Once I mastered the omelet, I decided that I preferred its low-key relative, the frittata. It is breakfast, lunch or dinner. It is refined enough to serve guests and hearty enough to satisfy your own aching hunger. This steaming technique is magic.
Just 51 days until opening the Lostine Tavern, I am about to pickle on a scale I have never before imagined.
Hi there. I’d like you to meet the Lostine Tavern. It’s been keeping me away for the past few months. It’s surprising how occupying a filthy, old gutted building can … Read More
When you smell the tomatoes wafting from the oven, take a peek. They’re doing just fine bubbling in the oil and their own liquid. Let them be.
Organizing a single drawer does not sound like much. But I can only describe my state upon opening that drawer later–and every day since–as blissful.