Deborah Madison has been an unquestioned member of my kitchen for over four years now.
Each day I face a dilemma sometime between the hours of 11:30 and 1:00.
As adults, we tend to think of our personalities as fixed.
When faced with a cluster of purple, white, and pink radishes, their shapes alternating between perfectly round orbs and oval-like eggs, what sane person would shove those enticing shapes to the side and opt instead for the greens attached to them?
With the exception of that incredibly hard freezing snap that wreaked havoc on farms throughout Oregon, Portland’s winter has managed to cast itself as both mild and one of the driest in recorded history.
Carrots are always heaped on tables at the farmers market, but when overwintered carrots appear in April, I renew my enthusiasm for this versatile root vegetable.
We got carried away at last weekend’s farmers’ market.
Lately, I’ve been feeling apathetic about zucchini.
After yesterday's Fourth of July festivities, Thanksgiving's standing as my favorite holiday is in danger.
This cabbage was truly massive.
I used to sporadically watch Jeopardy and my favorite segment was always the cringe-worthy question and answer sessions between Alex Trebek and the contestants.
Sometimes I make a dish and realize that I'll never have to experiment with another version of the recipe again: the one I just made is the only one I need.
You say tomato, I say tomahto.
While we were in Portland, exploring the farmers market, we couldn't help but notice how many farmers' stands featured stinging nettles.
I wandered down to Root Hill Cafe yesterday with high hopes that they'd be serving my new favorite soup, mulligatawny.