Deep Dish
Julia would be pleased
The night was a little cloudy and very windy. Rounding the corner of 11th and Walnut is the cozy Amante Coffee, with its Italian...
A classic cookie with a silly name
An upcoming move has made things hectic around my house lately. The stress of constant productivity — packing, cleaning, yet another trip to Goodwill...
My kingdom for a mango lassi
Not all Saturdays are meant for carousing in your finest dancing pants. No, some Saturdays are meant for daylong home improvement projects in your...
Down to the bone
Boulder is not a town in which there is great need to extol the virtues of healthy eating... healthy anything, really. While every choir...
Somewhere over the rainbow (curry)
Wind blew light rain this way and that as streams snaked down the sides of Pearl Street. The days are still hot and sunny,...
Fill up on bread
We’ve all been there: Sitting at dinner, surrounded by loved ones, and out comes a basket of bread. Without fail, someone says, “Don’t fill...
Back in vogue
Corned beef was one of those foods that sat perennially in the pantry of my parent’s kitchen, opaque jelly covering pinkish meat in an...
Hashing it out at the Merc
Western saloons were created to serve certain kinds of customers: fur trappers, cowboys, lumberjacks, soldiers, miners, outlaws... folks who worked hard, even if outside...
Operation: Summer Salad
We’re now deep in the throes of the dog days of summer. Here at 5,430 feet above sea level, the sun feels like it’s...
Let’s raise a scone to Amanda
At the beginning of last year I was feeling low, quite frankly. Really low. Didn’t-want-to-get-out-of-bed low. I had weathered some personal storms that had...
Nostalgia and scallion pancakes
I was raised in the South, which meant every Sunday my mother would force me into a petty coat, stockings, dress and patent leather Mary...
The healing power of pho
I’ve had strep throat three times in as many months. For a 31-year-old who doesn’t work with children or in a hospital, this is...
