By: The Common Cook

[...] . Not even the seeds were roasted for eating. That was before I started making my own pumpkin puree. Now it’s pumpkin everything! … Everything! And not like in the grocery stores ’cause [...]

This weekend’s Texas Book Festival is being called the Year of Food*. Or something like that. It was in an email I must have deleted. I’m volunte [...]

Accidentally, or unconsciously, I’ve spent the autumn and winter months reading my way through the first three decades of the twentieth century. It [...]

This weekend’s Texas Book Festival is being called the Year of Food*. Or something like that. It was in an email I must have deleted. I’m volunte [...]

[...] music alone in my apartment. Blue, green, red, pink, and orange lights artlessly illuminate dark evergreen needles. A snowy white owl perches against the tree’s top most point, ready to take flight [...]

[...] green, red, pink, and orange lights artlessly illuminate dark evergreen needles. A snowy white owl perches against the tree’s top most point, ready to take flight amid gold and copper [...]

[...] town too long. My parents say we watched the ponies in a field I always remember being an HEB shopping center. I still think about the focaccia bread served at the tiny Italian restaurant located in [...]

[...] . It is. Because I abruptly changed my mind one evening. It was late and I looked up one starter recipe online and went for it. The dishes were even washed. I only make peppermint tea after the dishes [...]

This isn’t the first time I’ve made a dough starter, but it feels like it. I killed the first starter soon after using it for a batch of sourdough [...]

Last month I came across the Golden Globes on TV. Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are funny and Masterpiece hadn’t started yet so I watched some of it. I l [...]

I like sleeping with the windows open. Okay so I like having the windows open always, but it’s only at night that I allow myself to extravagantly fe [...]