Kristin Schell
That’s Mrs. Kravitz chopping tomatoes. The only thing slightly off about this photo is that my friend isn’t wearing an apron. In the decade we’ve been neighbors I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Mrs. Kravitz prepare a meal sans apron. We didn’t set out to have friends over for dinner this week. But plans shifted, Littles scattered, and by Friday…
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It’s nearing noon and I have no plan for supper. My friends, this rarely happens at The Schell Cafe and when it does it causes the Mama to get a little panicky. I refuse to go to the store today, and time wouldn’t allow anyway, so I pilched what was left in the produce basket and searched the pantry. I…
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All hail l’ail. Looks can be deceiving. Dinner tonight did not resemble the masterpiece (ahem, airbrushed) photographed in my cookbook. But despite its more humble appearance, the Roasted Chicken with 40 Cloves of Garlic was sumptuous. I should have browned the chicken longer for a more rich color; however, it was cooked perfectly and fell off the bone into a…
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