After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: greek
Kabab Cafe, for old time’s sake
Purslane redux
Filling in the holes
Peter read the last entry, and was horrified that I could've forgotten a crucial almost-food.
Anginares up the wazoo
Anginares sounds like a medical condition, but it's just the Greek word for artichokes, which I sampled in spades last week.
Of beans and bread, and cardoons
So I availed myself of two semi-gourmet treats that my local, non-gourmet produce stand stocks every spring: cardoons and cranberry beans.