Noshette and I went down south to Charleston, South Carolina, to attend a wedding of an old childhood friend of hers and we did a little bit of Ethicureanating while we were there. (once the word Ethicurean gets an entry in the dictionary, we’ll have to figure out how to conjugate it.)
A quick bit of […]

This week was Noshette’s birthday, and among the many things we did to celebrate was to have dinner at Les Jardins Sauvages, which in English means "the wild gardens", a woodland table restaurant in St.Roch de l’Achigan. (Since I no longer go by the name "Nosher", Noshette will now be known as "Megan".) The 30 […]

For a Grub potluck with the theme of "back to school" (make something you have never made before), I contributed chiles en nogada, a fairly complicated combination of a roasted poblano chili, a vegetable or meat mixture, a creamy walnut sauce, and pomegranate seeds. These ingredients are found together at the farmers market only […]

I have been so busy gardening and cooking and enjoying the last few weeks of summer that I never got around to writing "Vermont Diary - Part II", the thrilling sequel to "Vermont Diary - Part I." Contributing to my negligence was a short trip to Maine, highlights of which I will include in this […]

Peter shares his recipe for “spring salad” aka egg-less chopped egg salad.

I have made mention several times of my community garden plot, most recently when I made Sorrel Potato Soup from the first growth of sorrel, which is a perennial and returns to the plot each year. I also mentioned that the garden season had a very late start this year due to soil analysis results […]

Spring is sprung — even though it is officially over in a few days — and our farmers markets are finally showing some local produce besides last years carrots.

Most importantly, asparagus is here. I have been buying and grilling it for almost a week now, and I don’t see Noshette and I getting bored of […]

Sometimes I get so pissed off by the world we live in, all I want to do is scream.
Instead, I garden.
I can’t believe what people are putting into my food, into your food, just to get rich. Is money that important?
I don’t make a lot of money, but I have an apartment, a television, a […]

I apologize for not posting last week, but I’ve been quite busy lately. I’ve spent the better part of the last two weeks playing drums for a college production of the musical “Hair” and I also celebrated my birthday last week.
Noshette kindly took me out to an early dinner (I had a 7pm curtain call) […]

Note: This is the second part of a 2-part series about my visit to Toronto, Ontario. Part One can be found here.
“Pass the peas!”
“Pass the chicken!”
“Pass the matzah!”
One thing about visiting family: You eat A LOT.
Trying to work off some of the unnecessary calories that we had ingested at the uncountable number of family meals […]

Josh’s Organic Market - Hollywood, Florida
After our 1-nighter in the Gulf Coast of Florida, where we saw a memorable Leon Redbone concert and enjoyed a good meal of local fish and seafood, Noshette of the North and I drove back to the Atlantic coast along the famous “Alligator Alley”, where we saw plenty of gators […]

Noshette and I packed up the sled dogs and shed our parkas to spend some time in warm, sunny Florida. We were there to visit with my mom and to relax a bit before I had rotator-cuff surgery, but also to eat some good food.
 
(Here is a shot of Noshette and a friend sitting by the beach […]

Eating ethically isn’t especially easy.
For one thing, it means cutting down on my meat consumption, at least until I find more sources of meat that my stomach can stomach, now that it is actually attached to my brain. Also, Noshette is a born-again omnivore and it still getting her meat-feet wet, so we are eating tofu […]

Being an Ethicurean and eating for two is more challenging than I thought.
For those who didn’t know, E. Ho and I are expecting. We’re three months along, and this is the first week that I’ve been able to log into this site without wanting to hurl. Seriously, it’s a landmine. Any mention […]

I’ve never been inside a proper slaughterhouse, and I don’t have a burning desire to start taking tours. But the most arresting moment of the trip Sir Loin and I took to Morocco last fall was watching men in Marrakesh shop for chickens.
To see it for yourself, this is what you have to do. Go […]