Friday Roundup #41
A late roundup: the Halloween boxes come home, collards peek through, the Joro spiders take the back yard, Nigella joins the Bake Off tent, and a meat-minimalized week on deck.
A late roundup: the Halloween boxes come home, collards peek through, the Joro spiders take the back yard, Nigella joins the Bake Off tent, and a meat-minimalized week on deck.
Most people wait all year for summer. I wait for October through January: the oven back on, Halloween, nine pies, latkes, Christmas lights, and a table full of people against the dark.
What my kitchen actually looks like mid-project: how I stage a batch-cooking day, the clean-as-you-go deal with Zach, and the someday list for the Creek House kitchen.
Sharon’s chili con carne, with beans: browned beef, a spice ball of bay and allspice, and the Tejana Chili Queens history behind the bowl. Football food.
A late roundup: WordPress gremlins, the first real fall mornings, a seafood feast where all sixty oysters vanished, saffron crocus in the ground, and the first pot roast of the season.
Burger night at our house isn’t a recipe, it’s a routine: Zach lights the kamado, I press the patties, and everybody builds their own at the counter.
My overnight oven chicken stock: one big pot, a 210°F oven, and a night’s sleep. Eight to ten quarts of clear, gelled stock to see you through the holidays.
The owl wouldn’t be photographed. Everyone else did. A field guide to the loud, feathered, ridiculous cast at our feeders: three woodpeckers, two hawks, a catbird that sounds like a cat, one ghost-white finch, and the geese who own the place.
Cheeseburger Day on the kamado, build-your-own style, fall creeping in, the collards finally in the ground, and what’s coming next week.
My all-purpose Tex-Mex taco meat hides four cups of purple cabbage in a pound of beef. It disappears as it cooks, adds a veg, and stretches dinner for a crowd
I had a carrot cake that never failed me, then chased a fancier one. It baked flat, dense, and rubbery. I frosted it and shot it like a magazine anyway.
Sunflowers on the counter, half the office bolting ahead of a Friday storm, the collards still sitting on my desk, and a gluten-free honey cake in the oven.