Six years ago, Thanksgiving meant lying on a hotel room couch in Park City, Utah, wondering what was wrong. I couldn’t see how and why my body had morphed from strongstrongstrong to something I simply couldn’t recognize. Six years ago, I admitted to...

Today, just a few quick links, and a recipe for an oven-roasted (mostly) root vegetable chowder… That fried squash? You might have heard me talking about it on KUOW, Seattle’s NPR station. (If you didn’t, it’s here.) Also, I’ve entered...

Before you run screaming, hear me out: Frying isn’t an actual sin. I mean, yeah, it’s bad for you, if you do it every day. Plus, your curtains will smell weird if you have hot oil around the house a lot, and if you own drama queen smoke detectors,...

It’s been a week of tiny tragedies, here in Seattle. I’ve been sighing a lot. They’re not the contented, self-congratulatory kind of sighs, but the deflating, disappointed sort. The kind you eek out, when there’s nothing left to do. I’m not...

It’s hard to bring a dead magazine flowers, especially when you live thousands of miles away from its former headquarters. But more than profess Gourmet magazine’s perfection or symbolism, its former prowess or power, what I’ve been wanting to say,...