Wowie zowie. That’s what my dad would say.
If you know me well, you know my best exclamations are unfit for large audiences, but suffice it to say that I’m thrilled, and oh, so humbled. Little old me, snuggled into the same pages not only as great Seattle writers – I squealed out loud when I realized my piece was printed right next to Bethany Jean Clement’s – but also near the untouchables: Michael Pollan, Calvin Trillin, Frank Bruni, David Leite . . . (And Peter Sagal of Wait! Wait! He writes about food!) The last page of my piece is actually touching the first of Dan Barber’s. As if.
I, for one, will be doing some reading this week.
If you’re up for more, I also have some November reading links for you, and lots of recipes – apologies, I’ve been so derelict in posting them over the past few months.
For recipes, check out the fall issue of Edible Seattle (the one with the pie recipe), where my column features apple recipes, including a cider-braised pork shoulder that has to happen again in this house soon.
If you’re looking for a bit of adventure, try some of the Thai recipes by Seattle cooking instructor Pranee Halvorsen. I wrote about my class with her for the November issue of Seattle Homes & Lifestyles magazine. (If you try nothing else – which would be a shame, because the recipes are stellar – try the baked coconut-lemongrass rice.)
This month also brings my first full recipe feature in Arthritis Today magazine. (Admit it. You have a secret stash of them under your bed.) The recipes for a no-chop holiday dinner are up, so if the last thing you need to spend in the kitchen is effort, head over.
Most fun, of possibly all the food-related profiles I’ve ever done, was my day with the Urbanspoon folks, detailed in a story in the November issue of Sunset, along with a few other bits and pieces on Seattle stuff. (“It’s hard to eat a cookie and jump off a house at the same time.”)
Thanks for listening to me toot. I feel much better now. And slightly lightheaded.