Nobody told me the herb was a tree. Today, the potted bay plants I bought about a decade ago for about $8 at a farmers market are better termed “saplings.” If I stripped every leaf …
The Homer Regional Farmers Market has existed in many shapes and sizes before, but this summer, it will be held weekly, and it will be more than just a place to pick up some vegetables. The …
I grew up in a community with so little cultural diversity that if you looked at it from orbit, you’d go blind. No Asian people; no Hispanic people; no Jewish people and few (if any) …
ITHACA — May brings the return of Wednesday Market at East Hill and the addition of Sunday Market at Steamboat Landing, Ithaca Farmers Market organizers have announced. Wednesdays at East …
My mother would call home from work when I was 11. She had forgotten to take supper out of the freezer, and she needed me to cook. I was 11; I hadn’t learned anything about food except …
Most 6-year-olds can’t pronounce prosciutto, let alone film a cooking video with it that garners thousands of views. But Henry Carr of Scott can. The 6-year-old braved the cold weather and rain Wednesday to film an episode of his Youtube show “Cooking with Henry,” at the Community Learning Garden, 3 South Ave., Cortland.
Sometimes I can be such a doofus. The spouse and I were negotiating the big meal of the week, the meal that provides us our Sunday dinner then fills our lunches for much of the week. …
Watching my wife’s family get together is like watching performance art. But feeding them is the greatest challenge in easy eating that I can imagine. They actually like each other. My …
I really, really try to eat all my Christmas goodies before Easter. It’s not always easy. Last Christmas, Santa stuffed my stocking with a collection of pretzels, candied nuts, chocolate, …
The candy canes had been hanging from a shelf in the bay window since Christmas. They were a gift from an in-law, meant to dress up a perfectly adequate wrapping job on a Christmas gift. But it …
ITHACA — The Ithaca Farmers Market returns for the season from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. April 6 at the Steamboat Landing Pavilion. The market plans to offer a variety of products including …
The family legend: Pepere, my great-grandfather, loved boiled dinner. Boiled dinner in my family was a French-Canadian classic. Farm food, from my great-grandparents’ childhood in Quebec …
As a new adult, (and by new adult, I mean I’ve been out of college for a year), I don’t have a ton of cooking experience. I always assumed people just learn to cook without trying once …
Every cook has some kryptonite. Mine is an omelette. I love ‘em. Light, fluffy, with lots of stuff inside. I’m particularly fond of mushrooms, cheese and whatever I can find in the …
When one is just this side of 60, “adventure” takes on a new meaning. No longer is adventure an impulsive climb above the tree line, or that dip in a lake that was covered by ice …
My wife, The Brain, likes to point out to me that the most environmental thing a person can do isn’t to recycle, or to buy a hybrid car, or turn the lights out. It’s to eat a plant-based …
What started as a project to document family recipes turned into a year of photographing, editing and designing a cookbook. Christine and Margaret Gutchess of Cortland have published their original cookbook “Homebody,” which they describe as “simple, delicious recipes for the homebodies like us.”
Chefs often say that we eat first with our eyes, a reminder that appearance matters. I disagree; I think we eat first with our memories. The date was July 6, 1990. It had been a hot, busy day, …
I perused the cupboard a few weeks ago and announced to the spousal unit: “I need to find someone to score some honey.” “You know, if you said that to anyone else, …
My mother, Lisa Byrne, makes more than 1,400 Christmas cookies every holiday season. Every Columbus Day, she bakes her first batch of cookies, and stashes them in one of my dad’s recent …
The extended family would troop across New Hampshire every Christmas Eve when I was a boy, alighting somewhere between sunset and bedtime to fill the living room with noise and gifts under the tree. …
Every Friday is pasta night. Every. Damn. Friday. The little guy (Even though he’s nearly 3 inches taller than me, he’ll always be shorter) likes filled pastas: ravioli, …
A breakfast to remember, unless it’s Christmas morning It was the most underappreciated breakfast in history. Families have their holiday traditions: warm cinnamon buns and …
The most prolific, tasty beans from my garden present a challenge. They’re black. A nice Boston baked bean dish or my go-to maple-garlic baked beans look like asphalt, regardless of how …
We were nerds incarnate. We’d spend a Sunday afternoon, or maybe all day Saturday, and sometimes on a weeknight, surrounded by 20-sided dice, lead figurines and the detritus of a bad …
