Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay ’round about Deep and crisp and even This is my favorite Christmas song, but I could never listen to it without getting teary eyed. Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight Gath’ring winter fuel The story always touches me no matter how many…
Each winter my mother and I sported a light coat of flour from December first to the 25th. My mom flew into a baking frenzy and I was recruited to grease pans, sprinkle sugar on hot fried twists of lemony dough, and run up and down between our upstairs and downstairs kitchens like lightning for whatever mom needed because she always said, “Honey, you gatta da fresh a…
I always worry that I’m not experimental enough in the kitchen. I find a good recipe and then stick with it for the rest of my life. This worry was spurred by a friend once comparing me to another friend who cooks. She said, “You’re a great home cook, but ______, well he’s a chef.” My pride was wounded, but I understood. The friend who she was talking…