A couple weeks ago Andy and I stopped in at our local cheese shop. He was looking for a fragrant wedge of blue for a burger and I wanted a special goat cheese. I examined all the cheeses and felt a little overwhelmed. So many choices, just within the goat
Last week British Chef, Jamie Oliver, won the 2010 TED prize for his vision to “create a strong, sustainable movement to educate every child about food, inspire families to cook again and empower people everywhere to fight obesity.” The food blogging community was alight with words of praise, support
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but recently I’ve been avoiding the kitchen. To what do I attribute this sudden disinterest in food? Maybe it’s all the stress from the job search. Maybe it’s not having a kitchen to call my own. Or just a failure of inspiration. Whatever
In preparation for Valentine’s Day, Three Many Cooks has teamed up with Sweet Lydia’s to offer two people a festive and delicious Valentine’s Day dessert delivered to their door.
Sweet Lydia’s (http://www.sweetlydias.com) started out as an experiment in the kitchen and turned into a business as friends and family requested more
Knowing that Andy and I are unemployed and living at home with my parents, some friends asked if we’d like to housesit for a week. It was win-win. They would have their house and cats looked after by friends and we would have a house to ourselves. They also have
On Saturday night, we celebrated Dad’s 20th year in the ministry. Twenty years. That’s a long time to tend the flock. He’s led two incredible parishes, including one through an arsonist’s church fire eleven years ago. He’s married, buried, counseled and consoled, all with the kind
Last week my friend came out from New York to stay with us for the night. The evening she arrived we had a fairly heavy meal of lamb stew with mashed potatoes, Irish Soda Bread and a bottle of Ermitage du Pic St. Loup which Steph had brought with
Call me declasse, boring, or just plain simple, but I love Chicken Kiev. Not even good ones, just the kind you buy in a box, pre-made and pop in the oven for 30 minutes. Fine—roll your eyes, but I love this banquet hall standard for two simple reasons. 1. Because
Last night I was bored. I went into my mom’s room, flopped down on the bed and picked up the nearest book to peruse. While not necessarily age-appropriate for me, that book happened to be I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts On Being a Woman, by Nora
When I was a kid, my mom would always do this:
[Sniff, sniff] “Does this smell weird to you?” or [Take a bite/sip] “Does this taste bad to you?” I would run screaming from the kitchen. She would taste it again, shrug her shoulders as if to say, “Who knows?” and
