Category Archives: Food

Stewed About It: Braising for Beginners

Posted on January 11, 2013 by sarahbakerstories

Day Four Stew is soup’s hard-working cousin — succulent, warm and hearty. Tough and unrefined at the beginning, mellowed and presentable at the end, stew is Eliza Doolittle personified. For me, it is a crowd pleaser that comes with a … Continue reading →

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Recession Special: Soup

Posted on January 10, 2013 by sarahbakerstories

Day Three Soup: glorious, versatile, wholesome. Smooth, refined and velvety, soup can be served in your finest china. Chunky or spicy, it can be spooned from your favorite thermos. It is cool, crisp and refreshing in the summer, warm, hearty … Continue reading →

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Cracking Eggs

Posted on January 9, 2013 by sarahbakerstories

I went to Back to Basics cooking school at The Cambridge School of Culinary Arts a few years back and blogged about it for Misstropolis.com. The website no longer exists so I’m reprinting them here. Enjoy! Day Two I have always loved … Continue reading →

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Getting a Grip: The Business of Knives

Posted on January 8, 2013 by sarahbakerstories

I went to Back to Basics cooking school at The Cambridge School of Culinary Arts a few years back and blogged about it for Misstropolis.com. The website no longer exists so I’m reprinting them here. Enjoy! Day One I have … Continue reading →

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Believe it or not, Maine’s main export is not lobsters.[1][2] But Maine is known as “vacationland” and lobsters bring the tourists in. So in the summer of 2003, Gourmet Magazine sent the writer David Foster Wallace to investigate the ground … Continue reading →

Posted on October 26, 2012 by sarahbakerstories | 2 Comments

Jefferson’s Veggie Garden

Posted on May 29, 2012 by sarahbakerstories

In April, my family and I visited Monticello. Our purpose wasn’t really to see the house, an icon of early classic revival style, but to spend time in the vegetable garden. My uncle, Peter Hatch, the director of gardens and … Continue reading →

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Garbage Burger

Posted on February 3, 2012 by sarahbakerstories

The countdown to Anna B.’s birthday has begun. She’s turning 12 on Tuesday. Per the tradition in our house, she’ll chose the dinner. There are usually her two regulars –Lydia’s chocolate cake and raspberries with powdered sugar–but the rest of … Continue reading →

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