Homemade Chili Crisp/Crunch
Homemade chili crisp adapted from Ian Fujimoto: a big-batch chili oil loaded with crispy garlic and shallot. Cheaper than the jar, and better on eggs.
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Ten Years on a Kamado Joe (and the Cheaper Grill That Got Me There)
I cook on my Kamado Joe at least four or five times a month, every month, all year. Rain, cold, a Georgia summer that could poach an egg on the deck rail; doesn’t matter. Steaks, burgers, pizza, pulled pork, whole chickens, my annual Hatch chile roasting, and a brisket I’m still chasing after all these…
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Friday Roundup #33
Friday Roundup #33: a curious creek-walk doe, our tattoo consults, a great dinner at Noosh, brussels sprouts sprouting, and a Duma Key reread.
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Instant Hydration (The Electrolyte Powder We Actually Like)
Three months in on Instant Hydration, the electrolyte powder we actually like: less sweet than the grocery stuff, real flavor, and not an affiliate link.
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Bo Ssam on the Kamado: Momofuku’s Pork Butt, Smoked
Bo Ssam on the Kamado: A take on Momofuku’s bo ssam, remade on the Joe. Ginger and gochujang cured pork butt, smoked over applewood, pulled and wrapped in crisp lettuce leaves.
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A Day for Jim, and a Tallgrass Prairie I Didn’t Know I Needed
A day for my late uncle turned into an accidental pilgrimage to the Tallgrass Prairie Preserve, the last of a vanished ecosystem on Osage land.
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Friday Roundup #32 (First Concert Since March Edition)
Friday Roundup #32: our first concert since March, the great email reckoning, Wicked parts one and two, and the dinner-plate dahlias gone wild in the rain.
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Gotcha Day: The Kittens I Was Only Supposed to Foster
Six years ago I drove to Ari’s for two flea-ridden, squinty-eyed foster kittens and never gave them back. Finn and Callie’s gotcha day, flea baths and all.
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Zach’s Favorite Cucumber Salad
A crunchy, make-ahead cucumber salad with a soy, rice vinegar, and chili crunch dressing. It stays crisp for a full week and beats potato salad at any cookout.
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The One Where I’m the Monica
Every friend group has a Monica, and in mine it’s me. On being the connector and the host, the love language I inherited, and the chosen family it built.
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Friday Roundup #31
Friday Roundup #31: a July 4 thunderstorm, a macro session with the garden bees, a big salad craving after too much bo ssam, and re-reading Killers of the Flower Moon.
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My Espresso Machine Wasn’t Broken (I Was)
A year of blaming a “dead” Breville, then three fixes (fresh beans, a clean grinder, a $12 scale) that brought the espresso and crema back.
