Take ’em a meal; broccoli-chicken casserole

I’m going to call my first cookbook Tweakers. (Notice, please, I did not say Twerkers.)  I’m referring to the habit of myself and most of my cook friends in which we change every recipe just a little, even the first time we make it. Stoic the Vast is puzzled by this, but we tweakers can imagine how something… Continue reading Take ’em a meal; broccoli-chicken casserole

The Remains of the (Birth)day

“My mother likes to use recipes,” said our youngest daughter to her friend in a tone that implied I abuse kittens. Both of these young women are the kind of intuitive cooks that fix what’s in the cupboard. Me, not so much. I’ve never been an improviser — at the piano, on stage or in the… Continue reading The Remains of the (Birth)day