A couple of weeks ago, in my big eleven-years-on-a-Kamado post, I told y’all the lifetime ceramic warranty was one of the main reasons I went with a Kamado Joe over the cheaper kamado I started on. And then, because the universe keeps a running tab on that kind of confidence, a crack showed up across…
Let me be upfront about what this is: it is hot dogs, in their buns, buried under chili and cheese and baked in a casserole dish until the whole thing goes bubbly and the bun edges crisp. It is not healthy. It is not fancy. I have never once promised y’all that everything on this…
Back in the kamado forum days we mailed a rubber Mr. Bill figure around the country. Here’s the week Mr. Grill toured my grill, my kitchen, and Johns Creek.
Friday Roundup #34: National Avocado Day, a jumbotron birthday for Zach, Joro spiders in the garden, Olmsted’s Southern journeys, and a meh on The Odyssey.
I have a rule about thrifting that I break constantly: don’t buy it unless you have a place for it. Reader, I don’t have a place for a purple candy dish. I bought the purple candy dish anyway. Let me walk y’all through the damage. Here’s a thing folks don’t always know about me: I…
A spicier, garlicky zucchini gratin adapted from Ina Garten, baked in individual ramekins until heaped and bubbling. More garlic, less butter, big flavor.
Food blogging in a two-cat house means feline quality control. Finn inspected the chili crisp, put his nose in the lens, and tail-bombed the hero shot.
Kevin Espiritu toured the new Obama Presidential Center’s edible gardens with President Obama. On the Eleanor Roosevelt garden, Victory Gardens, and a little hope.
Crispy Kamado drumsticks, a dozen at a time on a hanging rack: a two-zone Divide and Conquer fire, a good rub, and dark meat pulled at just the right temp.
The ICE killings we keep excusing, taken apart name by name, and why a food blog is the place to do it: the hands that feed us are the hands being hunted.
Friday Roundup #34: National Avocado Day, a jumbotron birthday for Zach, Joro spiders in the garden, Olmsted’s Southern journeys, and a meh on The Odyssey.
Photos from nine days on the coast of Maine: Boston oysters, a fogged-in lighthouse in Lubec, Acadia at dusk, and the deck where we did nothing.
