Bacon. Just Bacon.

I’m not going to wax poetic about bacon. That’s been done by better poets than I. I’m also not going to go on and on about how bacon makes everything better, even though there’s math…

Wildwood Flower

  We’ve recently added a powdered version of everybody’s rooster hot sauce, Sriracha. (Well, “everyone,” except for that neighborhood in California.) After many, many requests we also put an Ethiopian blend, Berbere into the lineup….

Beyond Tea

  I don’t drink tea. I’ve never really liked it. I drink coffee. Black. I also tend to be a little contrarian by nature and generally appreciate a good challenge. Because of all of this,…

In a Pretty Pickle

So, my mother-in-law found my pickle stash. I don’t know how it happened. So, the only thing I can do is to make more pickles and hope there will be enough to get through the…

Reverse Root Beer Floats

I needed an assistant. I needed someone who would handle the mundane grunt work. Someone to write recipe notes for me; to scrape vanilla beans for me; to do the dishes for me. The hitch,…

Bread and Butter Pickles

I have a confession to make: Last summer I went on a pretty hardcore bender. In the process I became a living Portlandia sketch. I pickled everything I could get my hands on. Working a…