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Halfway to Dinner

One Sack of Potatoes, Five Dinners

By • December 17, 2012 • 7 Comments

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Put time into dinner now, and you can make it last forever -- or at least the whole week. Welcome to Halfway to Dinner, where we show you how to stretch your staples every which way. 

Today: Kelsey of Happyolks merges eating well with eating on a budget, and she does it all with a sack of potatoes. 

After cooking potato after potato, I knew this post must be dedicated to my 21-year-old brother and his housemates. If there is anyone on this planet who would find a column dedicated to a week's worth of potatoes useful, it be would him. For Austin, who loves to cook and play and celebrate life, here is a week of meals for you and your friends so you can eat well, cheaply. 

 

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Sunday Dinners

For Occasional Use Only

By • October 9, 2012 • 22 Comments

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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.

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Sunday Dinners

Raw Materials

By • June 5, 2012 • 16 Comments

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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.

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Sunday Dinners

The Land of Milk and Honey

By • May 23, 2012 • 16 Comments

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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.

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