Bless me Father, for I have sinned and you might want to make yourself comfortable because this one covers several commandments. I killed the garlic. Dead. You might recall, my dad's high school friend Nick sent me a box of garlic to honor my Pap. It came from a line of garlic traced through generations [...]
Tomorrow my grandma is buying my daughter Katherine a new computer. She won’t be skimping either. That’s not her way. Grandma always had a nose for quality, in solid wood furniture, in warm winter coats and, especially, in people. A housecoat-wearing, tea-sipping, force of nature who welcomed family and banished dust with equal passion, Grandma [...]
In honor of my dad's joint birthday with my grandma, Mollyand I made holubki. There are as many different ways to prepare these Russian cabbage rolls as there are proper ways to spell them, but we stuck to the Kostelnik family recipe, which means we winged it just a little. My Grandma cooked stubbornly and [...]