Party in the CSA

It’s been a while since I’ve written a food post, and I think it’s time. Y’all seem to like them almost as much as I like food, so why the heck not. This time, though, instead of writing about places where I like to eat out, I’m going to write about a bunch of unfamiliar

On Food and Time Travel

It’s a well-worn adage that nothing ever tastes quite like mom’s cooking. With just the smell of mom’s spaghetti sauce, I shrug off the years and return once more to our townhouse in Dublin, eating heaps of pasta slathered with red sauce and liberally carpeted with freshly-shaved Romano (‘cause we fancy). Perhaps we’re in the