How to Roast and Freeze Hatch Chile (25 Pounds at a Time)
Twenty-five pounds of fresh Hatch, one afternoon on the Kamado, and a year of green chile in the freezer. Plus the queso you have earned by the end of it.
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Somebody Picked These Chiles
Hatch chile farmworkers pick by hand through a sixteen-hour day for under $6,000 a year. A Labor Day essay about what my twenty-five pound box actually costs.
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Friday Roundup #37
An invasive grass has taken the back of the property, the collards are still not in the ground, and minor-league September is winding down at Gwinnett Field.
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The Hinge I Was Afraid Of (and the Grill Table That Actually Beat Me)
Kamado Joe spring hinge swap, start to finish: two hours, two tools, and you never touch the springs. The surprise was the new base not fitting the grill table.
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The Kamado Joe Warranty Came Through (About That Cracked Dome)
Kamado Joe warranty, tested live: a cracked dome and base, a claim filed on July 4, and new ceramics in the driveway 19 days later. Here’s the whole timeline.
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The Barred Owl Didn’t Show Up to Be Photographed
A barred owl sat twenty yards off our deck for ten minutes and I had the wrong camera. Phone shots, a call I couldn’t place, and why this isn’t a yard, it’s habitat.
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Friday Roundup #36
Remy takes National Dog Day personally, the collard seeds arrive, Hatch chiles are inbound, and I fall down a Scottish hoof-trimming YouTube hole.
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Oh Noooo, It’s Mr. Grill
Back in the kamado forum days we mailed a rubber Mr. Bill figure around the country. Here’s the week Mr. Grill toured my grill, my kitchen, and Johns Creek.
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Friday Roundup #35
Friday Roundup #34: National Avocado Day, a jumbotron birthday for Zach, Joro spiders in the garden, Olmsted’s Southern journeys, and a meh on The Odyssey.
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Thirty-Two Dollars, Four Stops, One Purple Candy Dish I Didn’t Need
I have a rule about thrifting that I break constantly: don’t buy it unless you have a place for it. Reader, I don’t have a place for a purple candy dish. I bought the purple candy dish anyway. Let me walk y’all through the damage. Here’s a thing folks don’t always know about me: I…
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Blogging With Cats – Part 1 of ?
Food blogging in a two-cat house means feline quality control. Finn inspected the chili crisp, put his nose in the lens, and tail-bombed the hero shot.
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Here We Still Are
The ICE killings we keep excusing, taken apart name by name, and why a food blog is the place to do it: the hands that feed us are the hands being hunted.
