Harvesting

As my second summer of homegrown tomatoes draws to an end, I feel confident of one thing: my favorite part of gardening, without question, is this: harvest. There’s something very wonderful about bringing in baskets of fresh, juicy, totally ripe,…

Twenty-Six

Even though today is my official birthday, Saturday celebrations began with breakfast at Meli Cafe in Greektown/West Loop, which, conveniently, is located on the main street of that neighborhood, right where the Greek Festival would be taking place that afternoon…

Biscotti, and Me

A little over two years ago, about to stand up for a friend’s wedding, I agreed to make homemade biscotti for the favors, to be placed in perfect little white drawstring pouches and given to guests at the reception. There…

Of Memory, the Gift

In Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, he tells the story of in his childhood, going to bed while his parents were throwing parties, unable to fall asleep, waiting for his mother to come say good night to him. Sometimes…

Egg Harbor Cafe(s)

If, under some sort of food tyranny, I were forced to choose only one of the three meals in a day, ever after to eat solely breakfast, lunch or dinner, I wouldn’t flinch: breakfast. Don’t get me wrong: a great…