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video: Ben Powell music: Matt Bryant titles: Jeff Nitzberg copyright: Elizabeth Winslow I have always been a little bit of a fool about breakfast. One morning each week, we revel in these indulgent,...
www.jodyhorton.com I met Paula Disbrowe on New Year’s Eve three years ago. She’s tall and very pretty, with long legs, high cheekbones and a classic sense of style. That night, she was ...
www.jodyhorton.com There is a lull, a tiny one, between Thanksgiving and Christmas. In this momentarily quiet space, I am ever so grateful for the chance to enjoy the full bounty of the autumn field...
www.jodyhorton.com Spanish Sweet Potato Tortilla with Salsa Verde 3 medium sweet potatoes, peeled, halved lengthwise, and sliced as thinly as possible (a mandoline will do the best job) salt & pe...
www.jodyhorton.com I have a confession to make . . . my kitchen is filled with processed food. Pancake mix, frozen waffles, canned chicken broth, prepared breadcrumbs, canned tomatoes, frozen vegeta...
www.jodyhorton.com This morning, I helped my fourth grader memorize the preamble to The Constitution, and I guess it proves what a nerd I am that reading that document and really listening to it make...
www.jodyhorton.com When I was in high school, there was a class called “Home Ec.” This might seem charming and antiquated, but wait til you hear the rest of it. Home Ec was just for gir...
www.jodyhorton.com Oven Roasted Ratatouille 1 medium eggplant, cut into 2″ chunks 1 small handful cherry tomatoes 2-3 small sweet or med-hot peppers, cut into 1″ pieces 6 cloves garlic, u...
www.jodyhorton.com Three days after Tess was born, I brought her home from the hospital, a perfect, round, pink baby, with a tuft of orange chick fluff on her head. It had never occurred to me that ...
www.jodyhorton.com Late-summer crops are always full of memories. Perhaps because I spent so much of my childhood summers in Louisiana with my grandparents, or perhaps just because summer cooking to...
www.jodyhorton.com Eating is a moral act. Eating is a political act. Eating can be an act of delicious rebellion, joyful defiance in the face of corporatism and greed. For this holiday celebrating ou...
www.jodyhorton.com I am un-American. At least that is what people tell me when they discover that we don’t have a television. ”Do you mean you don’t have cable?” they will s...
www.jodyhorton.com Thoughts on cooking real food from one of my favorite writers, Nigel Slater: I passionately believe that anyone can make themselves something good to eat. Cooking is a whole lot e...
www.jodyhorton.com “I’d be way too intimidated to cook for you.” More than the note I still pay every month, more than the scars on my forearms, more than years of eighty hour week...
www.jodyhorton.com The morning after the last day of school, I always woke up feeling a little adrift and lost, slightly suffocated by a feeling of anticlimax. As excited as I might be about summer ...
www.jodyhorton.com In this world, there are those born to wise mothers, and those who must figure everything out for themselves. Luckily, the stars aligned at my birth, and I fell into the former ca...
www.jodyhorton.com “Never trust a skinny cook.” It only makes sense. Someone who loves food, lives for it, thinks and dreams about it constantly, is not likely to be wafer-thin. At tim...
www.jodyhorton.com Every year for Easter, my mother-in-law makes buttery, soft, pillowy yeast rolls in a cross-shaped pan. These rolls are possibly the reason I married her son. Well, the rolls were ...
www.jodyhorton.com What is now the lively, noisy, vibrant, densely developed neighborhood of East Austin sits on the rich, dark alluvial soil of the Blackland Prairie, once part of the True or Tall G...
www.jodyhorton.com “How many more days left of school?” Liam asks me this question every morning. He loves school, but the promise of long golden evenings and lazy mornings is tantalizi...
www.jodyhorton.com “There’s not a THING in this house to eat!” I snap in frustration, pantry and refrigerator doors wide. This is hardly true, of course. My gaze travels over bott...
www.jodyhorton.com I’ve never said no to a beet. Others might bemoan their steady appearance over the long months as winter stretches into spring, but I never tire of their sweet, earthy flavo...
www.jodyhorton.com There is a well-worn story in my family about the time I was taken to the zoo at six years old. The monkeys capered, the giraffes stretched their necks, the peacocks preened, the ...
www.jodyhorton.com The landscape of my childhood was not a green square. ”Out of the house!” my mother would insist on summer mornings. We were not welcome back until lunchtime, when sh...
www.jodyhorton.com Last night I developed a serious crush on Kendall and John Antonelli. About 15 of us were gathered in their stylish little jewelbox of a cheeseshop to taste and learn about cheese...
www.jodyhorton.com A business partnership is sometimes more like a marriage. It’s good to take a step back every now and then and remember what brought you together in the first place. Twice ...
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www.jodyhorton.com My father’s mother, Granny Mehaffy, was not known for her skills in the kitchen. She was a grandmother who smelled more of scotch and tasteful perfume than vanilla. She was...
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