Almost fourteen years ago my son was born in Minneapolis, on a freezing day in May. When we took him home for the first time, I remember carefully treading my way along the walkway from the garage to the side door. Carefully because I was still wobbly from an emergency C-section, but also because the ground was patched with ice and clods of snow. [Read more…]
Well, down jackets have been washed, dried and officially put away for the season – finally! I don’t know if winters feel more brutal every year because they are actually getting colder, snowier and endlessly longer or that I’m finally realizing my destiny is to move back to Miami to sit on a lounge chair under swaying palm fronds and a light coating of perspiration. I said “never again” to the latter, but now that I wrote those words it sounds kind of doable. [Read more…]
I’ve been roasting chicken in a cast iron skillet a lot over the past few months. Sometimes I season a bird with grainy Dijon mustard mixed with some chopped tarragon, making sure to smear plenty of the mixture under the skin. Other times I keep it simple with just salt, pepper, olive oil and lemon. The skillet goes from stovetop to oven (and straight to the table, sometimes) which simplifies things even more.
You can easily find pre-seasoned cast iron pans now, but when I bought mine oh-so-many-years ago that wasn’t an option. Those pans are treasured tools in my kitchen for sure, with a patina that bears witness to half my lifetime of cooking. I’ve made everything from pancakes to frittatas to deep-dish pizzas in them, and when I was first learning to cook, my 10-inch pan was the only thing I cooked in aside from a pasta pot. [Read more…]