Growing up, my dad used to make biscuits every Saturday morning. He would get up early and roll them out carefully while my mom cooked sausage. My dad was obsessive about his recipe. I remember he spent months perfecting it, and there were a few Saturday mornings where we chewed on biscuits that were too…
There are a lot of moments that define my life with food, and mostly these are times when I taste something so spectacular that it seems to surpass the realm of food. They are like Julia Child’s meal of sole meuniere she had as her first meal in France that opened up an entire new…
When I was a freshman in college I took a class on social justice, particularly with regards to Atlanta. It was a class with all kinds of field trips to homeless shelters and organizations like Amnesty International. It was also a class with a lot paper writing and reading. But our reading was actually pretty…
When I was growing up we used to have orange cinnamon rolls every Sunday morning before church. You know, those ones that you pop out of the cylinder with the little container of icing down at the bottom. We called them orange danishes, although I am not entirely sure why because that title does not…
A couple of years ago I went to visit Gerrit (then my fiance) at school and we were sitting in his apartment on a Saturday morning watching Food Network (probably mostly passing time until we could go have lunch at our favorite restaurant). Ina Garten was on, showing, of course, how to do all things…