Posts in category "recipes"

Sour Cherry Sweet

Sour Cherry Sweet
Susan and Paul both love sour cherry season. They love the red, jewel-like, sour-snappy little cherries with big flavor. Sadly, the season is short, too short.  But they have figured out a way to make it count, and make it last. Two ways, to be precise. Susan makes preserves.  Paul makes pie. I don’t know... Read more »

The Rhubarb Face, and how to get it

The Rhubarb Face, and how to get it
I am in awe of the life-force in growing things. It’s so strong that sometimes even things which are officially dead, like the limbs chopped from a tree two months ago and used for our garden plot fence, are still shooting out new leaves, emanating new life, greenness, growing, for no other reason than that... Read more »

Medicine, poison, and sweet nostalgia: Rhubarb

Medicine, poison, and sweet nostalgia: Rhubarb
If you’re like me you don’t give much thought to rhubarb.  It’s a little obscure and old-fashioned; it has a short, overpriced appearance in the grocery store each May and June ($2.99 a pound, anyone?); and it doesn’t even taste good.  Unless you add buckets of sugar, it’s just too sour. But you may have... Read more »
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Greek Easter in a box

Greek Easter in a box
So I’m awaiting an important box from my mother-in-law.  She sends us Easter every year, or at least as much of it as you can fit in a box. It has not been our Easter yet.  Orthodox Easter falls after Passover, so we celebrate this coming Sunday.  In addition to our Holy Week services, our... Read more »

The eggs may have changed but the brunch remains the same

The eggs may have changed but the brunch remains the same
Red eggs. That’s what they do for Easter, the Orthodox. Red. Just red. This news was so bewildering to me—long before I joined the Orthodox Church—that I couldn’t process it at all. For years, actually. After all, how can you even have Easter with only red Easter eggs? But now the traditions of Orthodoxy are... Read more »

Irish Soda Bread, with a side of grace

Irish Soda Bread, with a side of grace
For many years in graduate school I shared a large rambling six-flat, that very typical Chicago residential space that more closely resembles a multi-story bowling alley than a house. But home it was to us, the five or six women who lived there, over the years. When we set up house, we arranged that we’d... Read more »
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A Twenty-Year Love Letter to My Beautiful Frenemy

A Twenty-Year Love Letter to My Beautiful Frenemy
It happens to everyone sooner or later, I guess.  Our relatives, our family, perhaps our very home comes to feel like a source of embarrassment.  Anyone who’s ever had teenagers, or been a teenager, will know this to be true. I myself have reached a point in my Chicago life, my many-year absence from my... Read more »

Don't Touch My Junk

Steely-eyed, I held the gaze of the man at the check-in counter. It was our second meeting. “Yes,” I repeated, “I need to check this bag.” “You’re sure about that.” He was bored, but the moment might have punctuated a long irritating day at an airline check-in desk with a diverting few seconds. “You want... Read more »

Hope We're Doing This Right Cake

Our oldest child just turned 13.  We’re having a hard time believing this and are yet so thankful that he has reached this milestone, thankful for the grace that has given him to us this long. It’s a little confusing to get a thirteen-year-old all of a sudden.  Things get muddled. He asked me to... Read more »
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Firefighter Thankful

Firefighter Thankful
It wasn’t hard to find who I was looking for.  I asked the first guy I saw in the station if there was a cook around that I could talk to.  “You kiddin’ me?  We got the best cook in the district right here.  He’s in the kitchen right now.  Orange hat.  He’s cooking.” I... Read more »