Pasta might just be one of the all time most seductive comfort foods. Even the way most Americans enjoy pasta – as a pot of spaghetti buried under jarred marinara sauce – it’s hot, hearty and tasty. And I’m not poking fun at jarred sauces here either. There are some very passably good ones out [...]
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Looking back I’m pretty sure where our family love affair with the humble pot sticker began. She Who Must Be Obeyed and I were in fact on an interview trip in Albuquerque almost 23 years ago with a newborn daughter in tow. The position was pretty much out of contention after we took a good [...]
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He’s been badgering diners across the West to do it for him for so long I can’t even remember the first time I witnessed it in person. Ed, our adopted family member-mentor-business partner-requisite eccentric friend, has a thing for what he calls ‘plain folk food’. I know, I know – we’ve said that before, though [...]
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At first I thought it was because I owned a wooden drift boat and a crew-cab, long bed pickup. The boat was a sweet one – a 17 and a half footer, wide-bottomed fishing machine, painted a gorgeous fire-engine red, with fore and aft fishing stations, vertical-grain Douglas Fir floorboards, a nifty anchor rig and [...]
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I’ll never be able to forget the first time I took a whiff and a taste of this ham. Back a few years ago She Who Must Be Obeyed and I lived deep in the mass of humanity that is now the Salt Lake City metroplex. Like most city dwellers we had a fairly tightly [...]
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Traditions are a funny thing. Though admittedly our clan has a fair number of traditions that we more or less cling to with stogged fidelity, some traditions can begin to reek of routine. And routine has crushed the heart and soul of many a fine man and woman. So it was with a dumbstruck stare [...]
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Bob almost always makes us think of what we’ve called the ‘greater family of fly fishers’ in posts past. Back in February, when Bob sent in a killer Jambalaya recipe, thinking about the ‘greater family of fly fishers’ prompted this: We’ve all met fisher folk on the river who could best be described as a [...]
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Evil humors have been floating around Camp Chi Wulff the past 1o days or so. She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO) and I have both been wrestling with a persistent bronchitis / flu. Damn it. While I’ve never personally noticed that I snore (despite the insistence to the contrary of some in the household over [...]
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Last Friday’s Friday Feast (Bloody Mary’s Pork Medallions) spawned a flood of emails asking for our Bloody Mary mix recipe. A confession is in order right up front – none of us are genuine mixologists. Most of us in fact share the misguided view that good libations are there to make great food taste better. [...]
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Mention the moniker “Bloody Mary” and a host of images come to mind. Staid historians might think of Queen Mary I. Other misguided souls might stand before their mirror chanting her name three times, attempting to invoke reality from English folklore. Most envision the renowned cocktail – possessive of supposed healing powers, packed with nutritious [...]
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Back a few years ago, when the family was living up in the Flathead north of Kalispell, I met a guy nicknamed Bib who lived in a nearby community. Bib wanted to be a horseman and a welder when he grew up; unfortunately a wayward youth and some very poor decision making led him down [...]
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Unbelievably it’s already mid-November with Thanksgiving less than a week away. Tempus fugit. For a host of reasons we’re gathering with other Montana and other north country refugees for Thanksgiving this year once again. (The top reasons for the above include the fact that She Who Must Be Obeyed manages a retail establishment here in [...]
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With the advent of much more seasonal weather back in Bozeman (snow and some genuine cold), we’ve been moping around our southern base and longing earnestly for the holiday season back home. Somewhat easing the pain, we’ve had the pleasure of meeting several displaced Montanans and other pedestrian mountain folks like us during our exile [...]
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On three consecutive days this past week emails have come in asking for our go-to biscuit recipe. Truth be told (a genuine rarity these days), we actually have two tried-and-true, light-and-flaky, can’t-fail biscuit recipes we use all the time. We like ‘em both and so does Ed. This recipe for ME’s Buttermilk Biscuits is our [...]
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Ed called us a few days ago wanting a recipe. Ed loves to eat and appreciates fine food though he has a decided preference for what he calls ‘plain folk food’. That’s probably one of the reasons that we get along so well with Ed, we too have a decided preference for what some of [...]
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