Today is our eighth wedding anniversary. It's also the 11th birthday of this blog, the first day of our first-ever corporate tax audit, and the day that my mother officially moves to Seattle. It's a lot of Big Adult Stuff, and I have lots of feelings...
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
We'll go from left to right
I promised cookbooks, and I shall deliver cookbooks. No more nostalgia! No more old photographs! No more zoning out with Danzig videos on YouTube because a man in a Danzig t-shirt just walked into the coffee shop where I am writing and reminded me of...
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
My mother tells me that she had always loved the house. She used to drive by and admire it. When I was thirteen, it came on the market, and she and my dad snatched it up. The house was built in 1948, old for Oklahoma, painted brick with wrought iron ...
Friday, July 10, 2015
I am feeling profoundly (or, as my fingers tried to put it, "feely profounding") inarticulate today in the wake of the Supreme Court's ruling on same-sex marriage. I keep thinking of my uncle Jerry, the first gay person I ever knew, whose de...
Friday, June 26, 2015
One Tuesday, late-morning
I come to you today, June 13th, a fine summer's day on which you probably have no desire to turn on the oven, to talk about roasted chicken. More specifically, I want to talk about Thomas Keller's Favorite Simple Roast Chicken, which I prefer to call...
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Here was an opportunity
One evening last week, my friend Sarah sent me a sudden text that said only, "Yotam Ottolenghi. Carrot and Mung Bean Salad from Plenty More. Just do it!" These kinds of vital communications are why humans need one another: so that we know what to eat...
Tuesday, June 02, 2015
About eight months after we opened Delancey, a customer named Eric Peterson sent an e-mail to Brandon, and the subject line read, I want to make pizza at Delancey!Eric was working at a local pizza place, but he wanted to learn another approach - to l...
Friday, May 22, 2015
Yes yes yes
Last November, I got an e-mail from a fourth grade public school teacher in Sitka, Alaska, inviting me and Brandon to be part of a classroom project he was planning. The project would be called the Perfect Pizza, and it would go like this: the studen...
Thursday, May 14, 2015
One Tuesday evening in March, I went somewhat accidentally to the town of Edison, Washington, bought a pack of graham crackers, and nothing was never the same. Thanks to Renee Bourgault and her wonderful Breadfarm, I got to tell the story, and share...
Thursday, May 07, 2015
When I moved to Seattle, I lived a gray shingled apartment building on Northeast 67th Street, a speedy bus ride to the UW, where I had just started school. My apartment had deep-pile carpet the color of weak tea and a floodlit view of a parking lot, ...
Sunday, May 03, 2015