a satisfying job
“It’s important to remember that when you’re feeding someone, including yourself, it’s an honor. It’s about pleasure and nurture and respect. We all come to the table with different kinds of baggage –hungers that can’t…
Pasta
how to make gluten-free pasta
A number of you have written to us, asking how to cook gluten-free pasta. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? Just follow the directions on the package? Strangely, a number of the gluten-free pasta packages I…
gluten-free fresh pasta
No food has ever given me such fits, or taught me as much, as fresh gluten-free pasta. When Danny and I developed the recipe for fresh gluten-free pasta for our cookbook, we made it over and…
linguine with shrimp and slow-roasted tomatoes
This has been a heady few weeks. Our trip to Washington D.C. followed my trip to Google, which was followed by my time with Penny de los Santos. We’ve been home for a week, working hard,…
Pam Anderson’s shells and cheese, gluten-free
Lu is talking up a storm these days. Yesterday, when she was hungry, she pointed to a photograph of yogurt in a book and said, “May I please have some of that?” We stood there…
gluten-free macaroni and cheese
I’m pretty sure it was 1974. The year we watched the Watergate trials on television all summer long, in the cool dark den on the shag carpeting. The year that the Vietnam war had been…
moving food.
I am surrounded by boxes, strewn across the living room floor like pennies flung out a window late at night. Forgive the strange similes that only I can understand. I’m a little bit tired. We’re moving…
noodles
I have that old song Dr. Demento used to play stuck in my head: “Fish heads, fish heads, roly poly fish heads. Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, yum.” Except, in my head, it…
the smell of fresh ginger
The other day, the Chef and I pushed our grocery cart through Uwajimaya. We’re always a little dazzled by the place, the red bean curd desserts, the tiny Japanese ladies pushing past us on a…
a fresh start
There’s something heartbreaking about September light in Seattle. The trees are filled with light, liquid and soft as baby’s hair. I love the fall. By the calendar, January is the beginning of the year. All…