My Purple Kitchen

I started picking up inklings of Jeni Britton-Bauer late last fall, when a local coffee shop here in Nashville started carrying her artisa...

For a few years when I was very young, right before we moved to and stayed in Texas, my family lived in a tiny town in Massachusetts. I do...

It's going to be really, really hard for me to buy a tub of Ricotta cheese at Publix ever again. Admittedly, I am a snob about buying...

As much as I like to make bread and as often as I would rather make something at home than buy it at the store, I generally have no issue w...

I often mention the two-legged people I live with, but I've neglected to mention the other occupants of this house: Wowzer (on the r...

It's no secret at this point that I can't stand buying readymade items at the grocery store that I could just as easily make at hom...

A while back, before I joined Weight Watchers (weren't expecting that revelation, were you?), and deep in the midst of diet research, I...

One of the things that always held me back from making homemade stock was the perceived waste of food. Sure, the chicken and bones could al...

When I was young and growing up in Austin, my family frequented a grocery mega-store called Central Market. I know I'm not able to do i...

 My dad managed to weasel this recipe out of a woman he was doing business with in Johnson City, Tennessee, long before Tennessee was on my ...