So it’s almost time for Thanksgiving here in the US. (Canadians are clever enough to do this earlier in the autumn so they can have turkey again at Christmas without it being tryptophan overload.) Anyway, I’m tremendously thankful for all of YOU! Readers, bloggers, booksellers, librarians, bookstagrammers, podcasters, reviewers–all of you in the reading community…

We’ve discussed my ambivalence about cooking, right? I mean, I don’t mind throwing together the occasional meal but UGH. EVERY DAY WITH THE FOOD. I am fine with eating the same breakfast for months on end. Currently this is 2% Greek yogurt topped with berries, slivered almonds, a few diced dried apricots, and a drizzle…

Okay, I know Thanksgiving has past, but there’s no law that says we can’t eat turkey on other days, right? And I cooked such a stupendously good bird this year, there’s no way I can keep it to myself. For the last several years, I’ve brined my turkeys in a variation of the usual salt/sugar/water/spices…

I hope the weather is splendid where you are–we’ve got a low of twelve Fahrenheit in the forecast this weekend, and that calls for perfect roast chicken. I didn’t think there was such a thing. Roast chicken is roast chicken, right? I’ve tried loads of different methods. I’ve trussed and left unbound; I’ve shoved a…

I’m not at home right now–YAY for European travel!–but I’m quite certain it’s hot at home. And July in Virginia is not the good kind of hot. It’s not a dry heat, particularly where I live. It’s muggy and soupy, and walking around outside feels like WADING. It’s purely gross, and the only antidote, besides…