I have known only one person in my life that has ever uttered the phrase “that’s too much garlic”. Yes, I’m still friends with them.
Fava (Greek Yellow Split Pea Spread)
It is amazing what one can create in the world of food with only the simplest of ingredients. Proof again that complex, obscure, and expensive materials are not what makes a cook great.
Simple Greek-Style Greens (Horta)

Not long ago, my Medium Boy flattered one of his teachers by suggesting he might live to his 90s. This teacher, a long time colleague of mine, was taken aback at the thought and reminded my son that the average life span of the typical American male was 75 years.
Simple Tomato Soup
One of the greatest ironies in life is that tomato soup season does not coincide with tomato season. I think it’s proof that God has a twisted sense of humor. Either that, or a great deal of faith that we would be able to figure something out.
Winter Squash Yemista
As soon as we get into serious winter weather (or at least what passes for it here), I start to think almost fondly of summer. Almost. Remember, it’s stinking hot here.
Tomato-Pesto Poached Eggs
I had never heard of shakshuka before, and then in the span of a week I had three different sources bring this wondrous dish to my attention. The universe was speaking and I decided to listen.
Blue Cheese Salad Dressing
It was sometime in the early 90’s, with some people I don’t remember, at a restaurant somewhere in Berkeley. Alcohol may be responsible for the vague memory. Shhhh… don’t tell my mom.
Roast Salmon with Pesto
I had an “embarrassment of riches” situation. Thanks to a deal at Costco and a generous neighbor, I had a bunch of wild salmon (no complaints). I also had a ton of pesto due to a prolific planting of basil (also no complaints).
Fresh Tomato & Basil Pasta
I have noticed time and again that the best combinations of flavors happen to be with foods that are in season together. It’s not that other combos don’t work, they just don’t work as well.
Cream of Mushroom Soup
I hate mushrooms. Absolutely detest them. My parents love them, so of course they were put into whatever meal they could be. I would pretend to chew them, and then spit them into my napkin as I pretended to wipe my mouth. Yes, I was that kid.
