I was in my usual zoned-out state at the grocery store the other day picking up a few necessities—coffee, pasta, milk—and trying to decid...

I love it when my friend Jim Dixon of Real Good Food goes to New Orleans because he not only posts great photos of the food he finds (a...

Sometimes it's all about satisfying a craving. It could be a jones for a particular flavor: the deep spiciness of smoky chiles in a r...

You don't need a spreadsheet to tell you that short ribs are the pinnacle of what braised meat should be. All you have to do is walk ...

Spring is a slippery girl in Oregon, always teasing us with temperatures that can swing up into the 70s then plunge south 20 degrees, oft...

I am lucky to have great friends who are great cooks. When we get together, whether for dog walks, coffee or grabbing a table someplace t...

I have lots of pet theories (no pun intended). One is that my cat can read my mind, because whenever it's time to go to the vet she m...

Once in awhile something just strikes me and I'm compelled to go for it. Like the first time I saw Dave. Or started this blog. Or saw t...

It's certainly happened to me. We'll go over to a friend's home, as once happened, and she'll serve polenta with a mushroom...