Tag Archives: cooking

The flavor is in the blood

Any cook will tell you, when you brown meat and rest it on the plate, blood will accumulate there and you always use that blood, or whatever juice comes out, when you put it in the pot. I sat in … Continue reading

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No Christmas in Germany (24 Dezember)

24 Dezember, 17 Besigheim, Baden-Württemberg Early morning, happy snoring sounds in bed with Dawn—then mom and I by the banquette watching the birds gather outside by her window. We stayed up late playing Dan Fogelberg songs on mom’s tablet, Dawn … Continue reading

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No Christmas in Germany (23 Dezember)

My pants don’t fit, and we can’t get the lyrics right to any of the Steely Dan songs. Cooked onion hangs like phlegm from the lips of Eberhard, the seafood gumbo I made: we were so full from lunch, mom … Continue reading

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No Christmas in Germany (21 Dezember)

This month I’ve been featuring journal-style stories from our time visiting my mom in a small German village in Baden-Württemberg.  The series is named after a post from 2014, before we moved here for nine months. We had to leave … Continue reading

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No Christmas in Germany (15 Décembre)

December 15, 2017 Colmar, France We tipped big, smiled and said please a lot our short time here in Colmar. A family of Spanish tourists at the café were practicing English with their two little boys and before we left … Continue reading

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Reserving the giblets

I drank an ale and made the gravy. The gravy was to be made over several hours the book said. Outside it was gray and Dawn said look at that rain. It hadn’t been raining before, it just started, so … Continue reading

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The intensely masculine act of cooking beef chili

I broke up the beef with the back of a wooden spoon until it was no longer pink and spread it with the fat and spices and aromatics into a weave and stood there in my apron, regarded myself, got … Continue reading

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