The Lentils That Got Me Through November
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Every year there is a week in November when I stop being interested in food, and this is what I cook then.
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Recipes that survived real weeknights.
One, Two, Three: The Only Bread I Can Remember
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I can hold exactly one baking ratio in my head, and I learned it from a stranger on the internet while covered in flour.
A Saturday at the Market
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Six pictures from the one hour of the week when I am a person who plans meals.
A Year at the Kitchen Window
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Twelve months of the same view, seen while waiting for water to boil.
A Bad Cook’s Guide to Salt
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For the first thirty years of my cooking life I thought I was bad at food. It turned out I was bad at salt.
Three Soups for a Cold House
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The heating here is more of a suggestion, so from November to March I rely on the stove.