Why October Through January Is My Happy Place
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Remy takes National Dog Day personally, the collard seeds arrive, Hatch chiles are inbound, and I fall down a Scottish hoof-trimming YouTube hole.
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.
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.
Photos from nine days on the coast of Maine: Boston oysters, a fogged-in lighthouse in Lubec, Acadia at dusk, and the deck where we did nothing.
Friday Roundup #33: a curious creek-walk doe, our tattoo consults, a great dinner at Noosh, brussels sprouts sprouting, and a Duma Key reread.
Friday Roundup #32: our first concert since March, the great email reckoning, Wicked parts one and two, and the dinner-plate dahlias gone wild in the rain.