Whole Grains, Words and Wanderings by Quelcy
What this recipe is not: A tool for teaching an ESL student the culinary significance and the translation of the word “pizza.” It is not that. A pizza to offer to someone who is *legitimately gluten free but who has tasted pizza at its most glutinous, doughiest, finest. It is not that. (*legitimately gluten free, not one of those, “oh, I”m off… Keep Reading
Inspired by a sandwich I ate at Burgh’ers (www.burgherspgh.com), this fried chicken has a crunchy, whole grain batter and a pickle flavor in every bite! As a way to conserve more, I used leftover liquid from a jar of store-bought, organic pickles, but you can also experiment making your own brine.
“I knew you must be special,” she said, “because he told me he had a new ‘lady-friend.’” I beamed back at her, like an idiot, imagining the Urban Farmer telling his mama about me. Then I gushed on and on about our first encounters, the butterflies, the impatience, the will in my heart for the universe to make our paths… Keep Reading
They call it a “fat letter,” and I’ll never forget the day I received mine. After a guidance counselor told me about Carnegie Mellon University, I fell hard- that weak in the knees, hearts in the eyes, wish-it-to-be-so sort of way. Being that my confidence was just as weak as my knees, I doubted the school would feel the same about… Keep Reading
When it comes to menu planning, I like to weave an ingredient through each course. In this way, I explore its nuances as well as challenge myself to use that food in unsuspecting ways lest my guests feel like they are eating gruel. For this wintry meal, I dove into chestnuts, and I even incorporated them into the loose, wintry pine… Keep Reading
With the phrases “winter weather watch” and “storm advisory” hanging heavy in the air, the grocery stores teeter on the brink of milk, egg and bread depletion. Though I’d advocate for a fair fight for the last crusty loaf, I have this creamy, vegetarian, snowstorm survival idea to offer you: Chestnut Mushroom Soup! In a world of titles and categories, I lump myself with… Keep Reading
Soon, (all too soon!), the ball will be dropping, champagne will be popping, and couples will be smooching. It’s almost time to usher in 2016! How will you celebrate? With pork? In some countries, including Cuba, Spain, Portugal, Hungary and Austria, pigs symbolize progress. One explanation is these animals never move backward. Another explanation stems from pigs’ feeding habits (they push their snouts… Keep Reading
How many phone numbers, excluding your own, do you know by heart? 215-723-0398 That’s the last phone number I committed to memory. It’s also the first phone number I committed to memory. It was my parents’ home line. Was, being the keyword. One year ago, they moved to a new state, and the phone number, along with many household items, lingered in Pennsylvania…. Keep Reading
“It’s ok, they might have guns but we have flowers,” the father explained to his son, as the young boy tried to wrap his mind around the violence that had consumed his city. Flowers and candles. Flowers to fight fears and candles to remember the fallen. The father and son’s poetic exchange, captured on camera, went viral because the world needed flowers… Keep Reading
When pangs of hunger interrupt a busy schedule and combine with apathy, a barren refrigerator and a dash or two of laziness, an Amy’s pizza is usually my salvation. (Thank God for that family and their organic pizzas!) However, a better solution is to nip that trifecta in the bud, and one of my best preventative measures is to stock… Keep Reading