(This recipe’s gonna be short. Which is good, since it’s great for those last-minute parties where you still want to be a snobby foodie, but don’t have the time to make something complicated.) It’s winter. It’s raining, and I feel like I haven’t been sufficiently warm or dry in weeks. Generally, I am not a…
For the past four weekends, I have been working the Charles Dickens Christmas Fair at the Cow Palace in San Francisco. It is a beautiful reenactment of Victorian London at Christmas time, and a wonderful way to celebrate the holiday season. It’s great fun. It is also at times stressful, dramatic, and completely exhausting, like…
There’s just something about the rain that makes me want soup. Hot, thick, creamy, hearty soup that tastes like fall and comfort food and HOME. …doesn’t hurt if it also tastes like the best part of the forests at this time of year: wild mushrooms! I am NOT going to go into a long diatribe…
Or, I ought to say, “A-Cornbread”. This isn’t a yeast-leavened bread and is not suitable for sandwiches or toast. It is very similar to a basic cornbread recipe which begins as a batter, bakes up in the oven, and is served in crumbly squares fresh out of the pan. Yup, just like regular old cornbread….
There was a time when the Californian diet was dependent on acorns. Some native groups consumed acorns as up to 50% of their daily caloric intake. Besides being plentiful and rather easy to harvest, acorns are *delicious*. So why do people look at me like I’m a maniac when I tell them that I am…
Yesterday when I was getting off work, I had NO IDEA what I was going to blog about today. NO IDEA. I was getting worried, and had decided to go to the little corner market by my house after work to see if anything inspired me. …turns out I didn’t get that far. There is…
I love huckleberry season. Why, you ask (as if you don’t love them too, be honest, now)? First off, huckleberries, while small, are not plagued with the standard onslaught of unpleasantries that often come with wild foraging: no brambles, thorns/spines, no awkward crawls under bushes or 3 mile hikes through the rain, no damaged clothes,…
This morning was a morning for cocktails. I don’t mean I got up at 7am and started drinking. Though I might not always decline a mimosa or Bloody Mary when offered (yes, please!), I’m generally not much for the wake-and-partake. Well, OK, I’ll admit: after 10am, all bets are off. But today I wasn’t drinking…
Well, where to begin? I know not everyone likes guns. I do. I think they are a very useful tool, and something that (to me) embodies and symbolizes being an American. I have the right, given to me by the Second Amendment, to use a gun to defend my person and property. This right is…
The question came up this weekend. A friend of mine swears she’s heard from old-timers, friends, her mom who worked at our local nursery for a number of years, that we are Zone 1 (see the smack-dab middle of Oregon). If that is true, it’s a big bummer. But isn’t like, ALASKA Zone 1?? This…
Dog Island Farm is a small urban farm in the San Francisco Bay Area.
