Cuisine
How many slams in an old screen door?
Shel Silverstein once asked, poetically, “How many slams in an old screen door?” The answer, he said, “Depends how loud you shut it.”
The...
Where to eat Mexican pastries, how to cook tuna in banana...
Taste of the Week: Panadería Sabor a México
On a recent Sunday morning, I was gawking at a wall of pastries, cookies and buns when...
Using your noodles
The bucatini guanciale carbonara served at Boulder’s Emmerson restaurant only includes the essentials. The long, tubular, house-made noodles are cooked al dente and tossed...
Got scoby?
In other communities, one might knock on a neighbor’s door to borrow some butter or sugar. Maybe some milk. But in Boulder County, you’re...
Taste of the Week: Casarecce and Fra Diavolo @ Pastaficio and...
Easy-to-serve convenience foods have gotten a bad reputation over the years, and yours truly has certainly been a vocal proponent of scratch-cooking and not...
Beyond the Mountain Brewing celebrates five years of good times in...
Beyond the Mountain Brewing celebrated its fifth anniversary earlier this month. Co-owners Charles Hixon and Morgan Way, who also serves as the head brewer,...
Buffaloed in Boulder
It’s hard to miss the buffaloes in Boulder. Everywhere you turn there are business names and large-headed animals on beer cans, signs, T-shirts, the...
For the love of bacon
Eliza Cross grew up on bacon in Boulder.
“My earliest memory of bacon was my dad cooking it when I was a little girl,” she...
Ready to grow
With the start of the Boulder County Farmers Market delayed until May 2, and a massive curtailing of demand from restaurants, local farmers and...
How to tell a yolk
Open a carton of Boulder’s Alpine eggs, and it’s clear that these eggs are different. Of the dozen, three eggs are pale blue, several...
Know your brew: Doppelbock
When it comes to talking about what to drink with what you eat, most will rely on grapes and vintages over grains and styles....
The burden of history
I miss the Walnut Brewery.
It wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t hip, but the Walnut was my kind of place to swing by for a...
