Tales from Cheffing Around
Multiple gnarly fingers of ginger, heads of garlic, sunflower oil, black vinegar, and a package of skinny ramen noodles mingled together on the far corner of our dining room table. My favorite carbon steel frying pan, a set of tongs, and a Microplane grater sat …
“I don’t want to cook tonight,” I pleaded with Francis, a bit whinier than necessary. It was a balmy late August evening and I wanted to sit outside and pretend it was a normal summer night. I wanted to act as if everything was fine. …
I’m incredulous that she doesn’t haunt me. Because she said she would. Shannon sat at the Formica dining room table in the open kitchen/dining/living room of my Laurel Canyon bungalow, her wise green eyes peering out under heavy lids, her mind steady and heedful while …
Multiple gnarly fingers of ginger, heads of garlic, sunflower oil, black vinegar, and a package of skinny ramen noodles mingled together on the far corner of our dining room table. My favorite carbon steel frying pan, a set of tongs, and a Microplane grater sat …