Apparently, I have a thing for chicken thighs. First the chicken thighs over butternut squash and cranberries, and now this. But I don...

Fall is a season of orange. Seriously. Look at the leaves, the pumpkins, the recipes on my page.  Today I have another orange-colored r...

Dear Friends Who Leave Me Voicemails, I am sorry I never reply to you.  Actually, I am sorry I never even check your messages but just...

I have a recent obsession: Farmer's Market. When I have something that I think about a lot I wind up talking about, a lot.  Which m...

Phyllo Dough: must be Greek for 'ingredient from Hell' Seriously.  After tearing my tenth sheet of it and having it crumble und...

I have been living and breathing information about the US Presidents these past few weeks.  Learning them in order; finding out who th...

(I placed my chicken on top of a bed of fresh spring greens coated in a Greek yogurt/lemon juice/minced garlic/dab of honey dressing.  ...

Love/Hate. Words that are on opposite ends of the spectrum.  Well, kind of. I would say that love  and apathy  are on the opposite en...

Two weeks ago I found a farm stand on the side of the road on our way to the beach.  (Yes, farm stand  and beach  appeared in that senten...

A few years back, while teaching on the island of Ebeye, I encountered a problem with words.  It started while reading  Encyclopedia Bro...