greek yogurt

All summer long, I’ve been dreaming about corn ice cream. I’ve also been hankering for some ice pops – orange creamsicles, to be exact.

Not much new around the kitchen this week...Monday night, I enjoyed a delicious dinner over at Claudia's house. She'd inadvertently used more chili flakes than I had a taste for in a lovely citrus farro dish, so using what I'd learned from a friend of mine at work (who cools her mother's spicy Indian food with homemade yoghurt), I asked if there was any dairy around.

*Beware blueberry teeth -- photos to be held in evidence.

The people running this place are clearly excited about the food they are serving, and their enthusiasm is infectious.

This evening we were watching a TiVo’d episode of Boy Meets Grill with Bobby Flay. Bob was doing something with plums and some Greek yogurt. The following conversation ensued:

I may never again roast a chicken.

This was my thought after I dropped my husband off at the airport Sunday and drove acrosss town to Whole Foods to purchase the three-pound bird.

Mary Coleman is a very good cook. It is a part of her inherent being - a true passion. And in her husband, she found herself a food soulmate (among other things I am sure ) and it is so much a part of their lives that she titled her blog after him, Feeding Groom.

“My love of cooking began when I was a child. My mother, a wonderful cook herself, taught me the alphabet with our herbs and spices. A is for Anise, B is for Ba