My friend Terry brought me an Ingles bag heavy with ramps. Ten bunches. A poke full of possibilities. My usual ramp ritual, if and when I’ve lucked into a few, has usually been a simple sauté. Bulbs and tender leaves quickly sizzled in brown butter, sprinkled with sherry… Continue Reading
Good that winter is waning, but its final throes seem especially hateful. Warm breaks ushering equal-and-opposite punishments. Yet I keep the faith. Spring is next and it’s going to be wonderful. Like it was in Mexico when Skip and I dropped out of Winter for a… Continue Reading
Boo! I’m back. I’m taking a break from promoting Chips to share a quirky and delicious Halloween tradition—Pumpkin and Ghost Soup. But first let me tell you about the little trip we took to Hilton Head to celebrate Skip’s… Continue Reading