Breadcrumbs

Every morning, I light the burners, trim the vegetables, and lumber toward some ineffable sense of progress. Hours later, I’m scrubbing the counters, scouring the burnt edges of the stove with a steel wool pad, waiting for insight. All I ever seem to get is a trail of breadcrumbs, a tiny string of clues about…… Continue reading Breadcrumbs

In search of the perfect dough : Egg pasta dough

Sept 2014, Rome: Ross places a large metal bowl on the old scale. It lands with a clatter. He hurriedly scoops piles of soft double-zero flour into the bowl. A plume of flour dust rises from the edges of the bowl as he watches the red arm on the scale gradually tick upward. His pupils…… Continue reading In search of the perfect dough : Egg pasta dough

A Cook’s diary of a pandemic : Marcella Hazan’s tomato sauce

Sun 3/15 My sister’s birthday party. She’s a nurse. A bunch of others nurses and docs show up. No one seems too concerned. One doctor says: “I’m sick of hearing about this. The flu symptoms are worse.” While we’re eating cake, an alert pops up on my phone – Gov. Pritzker has ordered all restaurants…… Continue reading A Cook’s diary of a pandemic : Marcella Hazan’s tomato sauce