Articles Tagged “Sunday dinners”
This is the nineteenth installment of Sunday Dinners, a biweekly column from our own Tom Hirschfeld featuring his gorgeous photography, stunning Indiana farm, and mouthwatering family meals.
Today: Tom ponders both his sanity and his broken stove, with a Sunday dinner menu of Chicken and Tofu with Celery and Cashews, White Rice, Sort of Jiro-Style, and FrancesRenHuang's Sichuan Dry-Fried Green Beans.Read More »
This is the seventeenth installment of Sunday Dinners, a biweekly column from our own Tom Hirschfeld featuring his gorgeous photography, stunning Indiana farm, and mouthwatering family meals.
Today: Tom argues for soup's spot on the table and cooks up a Sunday dinner of Creamy Sorrel Soup, Sunday Roast Chicken, and Black Seeded Simpson with American Farmhouse Vinaigrette.
Today: Tom cooks up Lentil Cakes Tikka Masala to end a perfect Father's Day weekend.
We have a tradition for Father's Day weekend. A few years back, we started going to my brother's cabin in the woods -- a little Walden, really, pond and all. We go with another family: a high school buddy of mine, his wife, and their three daughters.Read More »
Today: Tom muses on the raw materials of the kitchen and why he cooks over a plate of Ham-Cured Goose Legs with Butter-Poached Peas and Carrots.
Just the other day, my dad was leaning against the fence watching the chickens do what chickens do while I knelt nearby, weeding some rogue arugula out from around the grapes. All the while, we engaged in a round of small talk.
Soon enough, the conversation turned to the chickens.Read More »
Today: Tom gets into a tight spot with some bees -- but makes the most of his situation with a honey granola tart.
"Crazy-drive, dad, crazy-drive," both girls yell in unison from the back seat of the car.
So in the soft yellow light of a warm spring morning, I do. I weave the car back and forth, fishtailing and tossing gravel from the drive into the tall prairie grass all the way up to the bus stop. If it wasn't so fun, it would be an offense to the quiet of first light.Read More »
Today: Tom tells us about the two little reasons he will always garden.
It all starts with peas, well, at least for us it did. It really is that simple.
It is late in the day when I walk around from the back of the house after I finish cutting the grass. What I see is Vivian, standing at the edge of the pea patch, eating, and eating, pea after perfectly sugary and ripe pea. The intensity in her little blue eyes and the smile on her lips says it all.Read More »
Tom pens an achingly beautiful letter to one of his culinary heroes, Jacques Pépin.Read More »