
It happens every year in November. It never fails. It’s already happened this year.
November 13, 2009

Every year at this time, I get such a craving for homemade macaroni and cheese. I pull out my old “Better Homes and Gardens Cook Book” that my mom and dad gave me when I was in high school. I turn to page 140, well worn with sticky spots and a little tear. That’s where my favorite macaroni and cheese recipe lurks.
November 07, 2009

There seems to be one Hungarian dish that most people know of: goulash. So, it’s not surprising that when people discover I am Hungarian, they assume I am an expert on Hungarian Gulyás.
October 24, 2009

I carefully measured out all of the ingredients. I pulled out my big dough board. My deep, heavy cast-iron pan was filled with oil and I clipped a thermometer to the side. A baking sheet was lined with layers of paper toweling. I took a deep breath.
October 22, 2009

These days, it seems we’re all looking for meals that are quick to prepare, economical and healthful. It’s not much different from the kinds of meals my mom used to search for so many years ago.
October 16, 2009

I felt like a frantic little squirrel as I scurried about the yard, snipping as many fresh herbs as I could. The nights had been getting cooler, and on this night, there was a frost advisory. The first frost was on its way.
October 10, 2009

When golden leaves begin collecting along the roads I drive each day, and brown pine needles fill the gutters on my house and blanket the grass in my yard, my apple senses switch into high gear.
October 03, 2009

It was the sign outside the Ukrainian Cultural Institute in Dickinson, N.D., that caught my eye: “Cheese Buttons and Borshch Soup Sold Here.” My foot went directly to the brake pedal.
September 26, 2009

I’m always in the mood for chocolate, but every once in a while I get an overwhelming desire for chocolate with a hit of cinnamon. Not too much, mind you, but just enough to give a whisper of sweet, warm and woody fragrance.
September 19, 2009

When I was a child, I don’t ever remember having eggplant. When I was in high school, though, I had an Italian friend whose mother seemed to fry eggplant every other day. Their house always smelled delicious. I can’t say that turned me into an eggplant enthusiast, but I did eat one or two of those thick slices of chewy Italian bread with a slice of fried eggplant and homemade tomato sauce slapped onto it that my friend’s mom would make for us as an on-the-go snack.
September 12, 2009

A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine mentioned that she was washing peas and beans and spinach that she had just plucked from her garden. She wanted to incorporate all the freshly harvested green vegetables into her dinner, but was trying to think of exactly how she’d prepare them.
September 05, 2009

When my two adult sons were young boys, we had a rule in our house – sugar-coated cereal only on Saturdays. As I tried to instill healthful eating habits into their lives, it was one small way I could protect them from a sugar-laden world of food.
August 28, 2009

I was packing a little lunch for my husband to take to work when he pulled the huge bowl of Market Day Macaroni Salad from the refrigerator. “After sharing salad with the neighbors, there’s still this much left?” I heard the disbelief in his voice.
August 21, 2009

The same week I discovered local blueberries were ready for picking, I scored a box of Colorado peaches. Fresh, plump blueberries and my favorite peaches in my kitchen at the same time is about as good as it gets.
August 14, 2009

There’s nothing that shouts summer louder than the sight of just-picked sweet corn piled high in the back of a pickup parked along the side of a country road.
August 07, 2009