All Four Burners

Oh, green beans. I have such a love-hate relationship with you. When my mother dry fries you fresh and diced or even sautes you French cut and frozen, you are so so delectable. However, when I have had you prepared ANY other way, I want to renounce you. Condemn you. Curse you. What is with […]

This is a story of redemption. Of overcoming all obstacles. Of refusing to be cowed by mere logic or reason. You know how my oven broke? And you know how I have two grills? The logical conclusion to a set of baked beans ready to go into a (broken) oven is to try them on […]

I dream in pickles. Their sour crunchy dilly perfection haunts me. Good pickles are rare. That’s why I had to make my own.

I don’t like pasta salads, unless they somehow include mayonnaise and elbow macaroni. Maybe I even actively dislike them. The noodles are usually all rubbery and slimy; the dressings tend to be excessive and oily. And there’s rarely enough vegetables to be considered a salad salad. So you’re usually left with a overcooked pasta-y grody […]