As you may recall if you’ve been in these parts since Feed Me Phoebe’s inception, in my previous cooking life, I was all about space, not health.
My small kitchen roots meant I learned to subsist on surprisingly few gadgets. I used a one-cup measure as a ladle. An empty wine bottle as a rolling pin. And even after I started catering professionally out of my 400-square-foot hidey hole, I still used a Mini Prep food processor to plow through all manner of dips, sauces and shredded veggies.
I confessed here that until Charlie and I moved in together, I didn’t even own a blender [monkey speak no evil emoji].
Charlie, despite not spending as much time in the kitchen, has acquired a very impressive array of appliances over the years. His family members are what my guru would call “over buyers.” Every quarter, we have to make a trip to Goodwill just to keep up with the suitcases full of tchotchkes that Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and his Maternal Valentine unload on us every year…. Continue Reading about Fresh Fennel Apple Limeade (Gin-Optional)