Essentialism and the War on Cornbread

Food being what it is, one of those things like religion or sports fandom that can form the foundation of a person’s identity, it inspires passionate, wholly irrational arguments. These arguments about the Right Way to Do Things, as opposed to the Wrong Way Which is Obviously Ridiculous and Potentially Immoral, usually appeal to tradition, cultural mores, or essentialism: the idea that a thing has a defining set of characteristics that makes it what it is, that its essence precedes its existence.


this is definitely cornbread

The fallacy here is that there isn’t any eternal Platonic realm of ideal recipes from which we cook. There are people, with all their beautiful flaws and idiosyncrasies; there is what the land provides and what we’re capable of doing with it. All these things are subject to constant change, as we revise, reinvent, and rediscover our world.

By the time I was eating cornbread, it had mutated considerably from its inception as a quick bread of cornmeal, animal fat, and leavening agent. The first ingredient on a box of Jiffy Corn Muffin Mix is wheat flour, and the third ingredient is sugar. It was halfway to cake, and from what I remember, it was delicious.


you can do work with a box of Jiffy, but you’ll never get that crust

If your ideal cornbread contains sugar and all-purpose flour, that’s cool. It probably works better on a plate of fried chicken than my recipe does. Mine is for crumbling up atop collard greens, or parking a wedge into a bowl of black-eyed peas. It’s a beautiful base for cornbread stuffing, or simply spread with good butter from cows that had nice lives. Last night I used this cornbread as a salty, crunchy contrast topping for some homemade strawberry ice cream. It’s versatile like that.

It’s also pretty minimalist, despite the copious amount of fat. That minimalism serves as a spotlight on a grain that’s both overused and underappreciated: corn. While the recipe works great with off-the-shelf grocery store cornmeal, it’s even better with fresh-milled, stone-ground flours from Geechie Boy or Anson Mills.


an ear of corn has never met a nobler end imo

Cast-Iron Cornbread

4 cups yellow cornmeal

2 tsp salt

1tsp baking soda

1tsp baking powder

2 eggs, beaten

10tbsp (1 1/4 sticks) melted butter

3(ish) cups full-fat buttermilk


Put a 10″ cast-iron skillet in the oven and preheat at 400F for at least 30 minutes. While the oven/skillet are heating, melt the butter and set aside to cool a little. Whisk the dry ingredients in a large bowl. Mix the eggs, buttermilk, and 8tbsp of the butter. Add the wet to the dry and mix thoroughly. Depending on the brand, coarseness, and age of your cornmeal, you may need to add up to 1c of additional buttermilk. The consistency we’re looking for is wet cement, a bit short of pourable viscosity.

Pull the cast-iron from the oven and set over a burner at high heat. Add the remaining melted butter to the skillet and swirl to coat. Pour/scoop the cornbread batter into the skillet, being sure to distribute it evenly. Smooth the top a little and pop the skillet back into the oven.

Bake 15 minutes, then rotate the skillet 180 degrees. Bake for 5-10 more minutes, until the top is lightly browned and cracked, the edges are crispy and deeply browned, and a knife inserted into the center comes out clean. Cool in the skillet on a wire rack, and flip out onto a cutting board to slice and serve.


Southern Prohibition Makes Hattiesburg Home

originally published at 

“Do you know that guy, dad?”

“Nah, don’t think so.”

“Then why’d you wave at him?” At thirteen, my New Orleans roots freshly repotted in Hattiesburg’s soil, I was still grappling with basic social niceties among those folks I knew. Waving at a stranger as we passed each other at 45mph on a desolate country road was foreign enough to merit questioning.

“He waved at me,” my dad replied. “That’s just what they do down here.”

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a beer contemplates its final moments in SoPro’s fancy new taproom

It took me several more years to understand that Mississippi is special in that respect. Our simple willingness to acknowledge the humanity of our neighbors, which is what we do down here, makes Hattiesburg a human economy. Everyone knows everyone around here, but our city is large enough that we have a choice in where to invest our dollars. We might work at the hardware store, but we traffic in mutual kindness and respect just as much as we do in nuts and bolts. For businesses in Hattiesburg, developing relationships is inexorably entwined with profit and loss.

The folks at Southern Prohibition, from owner Quinby Chunn to head brewer Ben Green, sales manager Emily Curry, and the rest of their ever-growing staff, define what it means to be a 21st century business in Mississippi. They make forward-thinking beers that are equal parts creative and accessible. They occupy crucial real estate in Hattiesburg’s revitalized downtown. They’ve helped change laws in the state and opinions around town about who craft beer is for (the answer: everyone with a mouth). And they’re doing all this while staying true to their roots and building a community up. In an era where craft breweries have more access to more markets than ever before, SoPro butters its bread where it brews its beer – in Hattiesburg.

SoPro began as a proper nanobrewery, producing homebrew-scale batches of beer from deep within the bowels of John Neal’s Keg and Barrel pub. After a couple years of varied and interesting brews, Neal passed the torch to Hattiesburg native and owner of the sorely-missed Bakers Burger, Quinby Chunn. With brewing experience at Austin’s Real Ale, Chunn meshed his industry background with Neal’s deep connections to the Hattiesburg craft beer scene, and Southern Prohibition released its first batch of beer in early 2013. The brewery recruited homebrewer-extraordinaire Green and stole Curry away from her management position at Starkville’s City Bagel to round out its army.

Mississippi Fire Ant was SoPro’s third addition to the year-round lineup, and it’s their most unique beer. Far maltier than a standard IPA, without the chocolate or roasted malt of a porter or stout, Fire Ant is an imperial red ale that makes a satisfying first, last, or only beer of the drinking session. Green aimed for and achieved a “deceptive alcohol presence” in this beer, giving Fire Ant a versatility that’s often lacking in beers north of 7% ABV.

Fire Ant pours a turbid, deep mahogany, with a head the color of heavy cream. Burly tones of strawberry jam, pine cones, and damp earth jump out of the glass. The flavor is a tug-of-war between fruity maltiness and resinous, citrus-tinged hops. As the beer warms, hop contribution recedes to allow mellow notes of quince, bitter almond, and a slight nod of alcohol warmth to close things out. This is a beer begging to be paired with anything spicy, grilled, or smoked – Fire Ant has the heft to handle hot wings and the restraint to complement a more subtly-seasoned dish like grilled ribeye or pork sausage.

Since charging out of the gate with Suzy B and Devil’s Harvest, SoPro has expanded to four year-round beers, a rotating seasonal release, and an intermittent smattering of barrel-aged takes on many of their brews. The brewery itself has expanded to accommodate more fermenters, which means more beer in Hattiesburg and elsewhere. Future plans include a tap room (if Mississippi’s archaic beer laws can be bent once more [Ed. success!!]) and a project that perfectly encapsulates the brewery’s progressive, community-first ethos. In partnership with Magnolia Green Industries, the brewery’s leftover grain will be turned into fish food, which will be used to feed catfish housed in a small habitat on-site. The wastewater from the fish will then be filtered through a plant bed in a soil-less aquaponics system, nourishing the plants and yielding refreshed water for the fish. The eventual plan is to serve fried catfish and greens with a pint of beer in the brewery’s taproom, with nearly all of the ingredients generated on-site. Cue “Circle of Life” and all that.

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Chunn, Curry, Green: beer-slingers and community-builders

Hattiesburg would be missing something important without Southern Prohibition, and the beer community’s support is a huge part of what makes SoPro the brewery that it is. Beer is a thing that brings people together and helps them appreciate their commonalities, and living in a town with a brewery gives the citizens of that town a place to gather, a beverage that echoes their identity, and a significant chunk of culture to claim for themselves and share with the world.

Beer has taught me a lot about how to live in Mississippi, and having SoPro and its people around has deepened and expanded those lessons. They’re proof that believing in the people you share space with is never a poor investment. Their existence, not to mention their ample success, is a sign to me that Hattiesburg will support ambition, reward foresight, and welcome those who want to do good things in our city. Now, when I jog through my neighborhood or ride down the street, I give a smile or a wave to everyone whose eyes I meet.

It’s just what we do down here.

Southern Prohibition Brewing

301 Mobile St

Taproom open 5-10pm Th/Fri, 12-10pm Sat


Dear readers, it is my pleasure to introduce to you my son, Chad:


my beautiful boy

Chad is a bread starter, aka a levain, a SCOBY, a mother (but still my actual son). He was born when I hand-mixed some whole wheat and bread flours with a little warm water. Over the course of a couple weeks of subsequent feedings, he grew from an inert lump of paste into a living expression of my local microbial environment. He eats, he breathes, he rises, and sometimes he sleeps. He works very hard, converting the starch in flour to sugars, and then turning those sugars into carbon dioxide. He turns the indigestible and flavorless ground wheat into rich, nourishing food.

I mix dough and turn the oven on, but Chad makes bread.


Really good bread.


The only kind of bread I care to eat, to be honest.

There’s only one Chad, but there’s nothing stopping you from giving birth to your own bubbling bowl of bread-brewing bacteria. And starters are capable of more than just bread — they can also leaven pizza dough, jumpstart a batch of pickles, or add zippy acidity and nutrition to pancakes and cookies.

Sourdough Starter

100g flour. Damn near any kind or blend of kinds will do, but I use a 50/50 mix of King Arthur All-Purpose Flour and Carolina Ground Whole Wheat Bread Flour, since these are the flours I do most of my baking with. A bit (20-50%) of rye flour is a popular choice for young starters, or you can just do 100% white flour if that’s what you’ve got. The bacteria and yeast aren’t very picky and will adapt to your choice of feedstock!

100g warm (75-80F) water. If you can drink it, you can use it, but filtered, bottled, or otherwise dechlorinated water is important for healthy yeast.

Combine the two ingredients and mix with your clean hands, preferably outside. Cover with a kitchen towel and set your infant starter in a place where the temperature won’t drop below 65F. Check on it after two days — it will probably have a crust on top, and it’ll smell kind of like Parmesan cheese or rotting fruit. Using a clear container, especially at first, will let you keep an eye on the level of fermentation.

Once you’ve got some strong microbial activity (anywhere from day 2-4; if there’s no activity after four days, or any mold growth, throw it out and try again), grab a clean vessel. Add 100g warm water and 50g of your active starter (discard the rest), and stir to dissolve. Add 100g fresh flour and stir thoroughly (with a spoon this time — the funk’s already there).

Repeat this process every day, at the same time of day, for two weeks (100g water, 50g starter, 100g flour). Over that time, the smell will clarify from cheesy and funky to something more like wine or ripe fruit. Your starter will begin to rise and fall at a regular rate, usually peaking about 10-14hrs after feeding, depending on the temperature of the room.

At this point, give it a name. Continue to feed it daily*. Take a crack at this recipe for Tartine’s Country Bread, or any other recipe that calls for 100% hydration starter.

*If you need to take a break from your child, here’s how to tuck them in for a weeklong slumber in the fridge: add an additional 25g of flour (so 125 total) at feeding time and move them to an airtight container. If you bake very infrequently, it’s okay for fridge storage to be the norm, but when you do move them back to a regular schedule of daily feedings, give them about a week of recovery before attempting to bake.


Lacto-Fermented Jalapenos and Hot Sauce

One of the best spontaneous choices I’ve made in recent memory was starting a container garden, and I did it for two reasons: fresh herbs, and an ample supply of jalapenos.


jalapenos, not long for this world

I use them in guacamole. I sautee them with onions and garlic to season pots of beans. I slice them thinly and they bring crackling heat to a plate of butter-braised shiitakes. And, like many of life’s best things, they get fermented.

Diving into the world of home fermentation freaks some people out, but in fact it’s a very forgiving process. If you do it “wrong,” you’re much more likely to make something that tastes bad than something dangerous. I’d argue that handling raw meat in your kitchen is a more hazardous activity than letting veggies sit in salty water for a few days.


even if you’re too scared to eat them, they look lovely on a bookshelf 🙂

~1kg green jalapenos, stemmed and sliced

500g clean water

50g whey, or brine from another lacto pickle, like Bubbie’s

25g kosher salt

10 cloves garlic, peeled (or not) and smashed (or not)

3-4 clean pint jars with tight-fitting lids

Pack the jalapeno slices tightly into your jars, alternating a layer of peppers with a couple garlic cloves. For the love of all your sensitive parts, wear gloves when handling pounds of hot peppers. Stir the salt and whey into the water until dissolved-ish, and fill the jars up with the brine. Gently knock the jars against the counter to release any air bubbles. Make sure that the veggies are completely submerged in brine. Loosely affix the lids to the jars and place them in a temperate, well-lit area (UV light is said to prevent mold growth on the surface of your ferments).

Keep an eye on the jars. After the first 24 hours or so, you should see some small bubbles forming — that’s carbon dioxide from the industrious little microbes in the brine. Smell and taste regularly. The jars will go from clean and spicy to tangy and garlicky over the next two days to a week, depending on the temperature of the room. The spice level will fade a little, or at least become balanced by salt and acid. When the pickles taste good to you, screw the lids on tightly and pop them in the fridge, where the colder temps will halt further fermentation.


see that bubble? microbes did that!

Sliced pickled jalapenos are useful, but hot sauce is life. The chlorophyll in green peppers can lead to bitterness; traditionally it’s balanced out with tartness (tomatillos) and/or sugar. The recipe below uses ripe, red hot peppers to produce either a basic sambal or a smooth, sriracha-inflected hot sauce.

.5kg ripe (red) jalapenos, or any other spicy red pepper, stemmed

4 cloves garlic

2tbsp whey (or brine from another lacto pickle)

1tbsp brown sugar

12g kosher salt

Puree all the ingredients in a blender or food processor (gloves! goggles! safety!). Pour into a clean jar and follow the fermentation instructions above (look! smell! taste!). If you don’t mind a chunkier sauce, it’s good-to-go; for something smoother, puree a second time, then press through a sieve to remove the solids. Funnel into a bottle or jar and use liberally.

Vegetarianing, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Cut Out Meat* Entirely

Despite my well-earned reputation as an omnivore, I’d been very picky with my meat choices (especially for things to cook at home) for several years, leaning on pasture-raised or otherwise ethical meat and animal products.

Then Dime (RIP) sent me to a boucherie, a Cajun cultural artifact where they slaughter a hog and then cook the entire beast, nose-to-tail, that same day. It was a really powerful experience, and for the first time I had a firm grasp on how serious a thing meat-eating is. I realized I wasn’t being very consistent with my choices, trusting the restaurants I patronized to put the same care into their sourcing as they do into their cooking. This is hardly ever the case.
So for the sake of simplicity and a clear conscience, I got off meat altogether. I still eat a fair number of eggs from free-range, pastured chickens. On very rare occasions I’ll eat wild-caught seafood*, especially smaller critters like oysters and shrimp. I’m not as strict with dairy as I should be; hoop cheese makes an occasional appearance, but it’s 80% organic and/or locally-sourced stuff. I don’t see this becoming a slippery slope back to full carnivore.

roasted carrots with walnuts and salsa verde. being a vegetarian is sometimes very easy

I don’t think there’s anything immoral about eating meat, in itself. Responsible hunting and fishing is cool with me. Death is part of life, and a cow might be happiest living in a fenced pasture, fat and safe from predators, until it’s humanely slaughtered. BUT:
1. That’s totally not how we do it. Food animals live horrendously miserable lives, and their suffering is real and significant and unacceptable.
2. Environmentally, we can ill-afford foodways that are up to nine times more resource-intensive than simply eating vegetables. The petroleum and water inputs it takes to grow chickens, pigs, and (especially) cows are far too costly. If energy were cheaper, from a sustainable standpoint, we could re-evaluate, but for today eating meat is a luxury that’s putting humanity in jeopardy.
3. Restricting your diet to “ethically” raised meats is specious. First of all, their provenance is often murky. If you haven’t visited the farm AND the slaughterhouse, you don’t know for sure what you’re getting. And that does little to address #2, the environmental impact.

bread contains no animal products, thank god

This hasn’t been about personal health or wellness. Excluding any quantity of an entire category of foods from one’s diet makes it harder to be healthy, not easier! Depending on your dietary and lifestyle goals, vegetarianism can result in some pretty weird culinary contortions. In order to get sufficient protein (1+g/lb of body weight/day), I’m drinking multiple protein shakes daily and eating some combo of  legumes, dairy, and eggs at every meal. But if there are vegans out there squatting 750lbs, fitness goals are a poor excuse for eating meat.
It feels kinda weird to go from reading books on whole-animal butchery to disavowing bologna. But it’s my responsibility to behave in a way that lines up with my opinions. If I think Wal-Mart is a destructive monopoly, I shouldn’t shop at their stores. My past meat-eating made me complicit in the suffering of the animals I claimed to care about, which is hypocritical and self-defeating. Not eating meat isn’t about being morally spotless — it’s about making my actions match my words.

Egg Yolk Pasta Dough

I spent several years of my early adulthood completely avoiding the middle section of the grocery store. If it wasn’t a fresh vegetable, meat, cheese, dairy, or eggs, it wasn’t coming home with me. Don’t get me wrong, I was still a total trashmouth at restaurants, but home cooking was for fuel. There wasn’t a speck of flour to be found in my pantry.

The two things that flipped that philosophy on its head were giving up meat and learning to make pasta dough.

Pasta is spiritually important to me. When I was eleven, I settled on fettucine Alfredo as my favorite food, and I haven’t looked back. The recipe below yields a dough that’s great for pappardelle, tortellini, lasagna sheets — basically any pasta you’d care to roll out and cut by hand. The number of servings will vary depending on how you roll it out, but for straight-up noodles, you’ll get about three healthy portions.


use the prettiest eggs you can find


9 egg yolks

3tbsp water

1tbsp olive oil

200g all purpose flour

50g no. 1 durum wheat semolina flour. If you don’t have this, can’t find it, or don’t want to buy it, your pasta will still be very good. Just replace with an extra 50g AP flour. But it does improve the pasta’s texture and even my crummy grocery store carries it, so it’s worth keeping around.

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proper pasta geometry and theology


Mix the first three ingredients in a large bowl until combined. Add the dry ingredients and mix with a fork until they begin to come together. Then, get handsy — knead the dough in the bowl first, until most of the flour is worked into the dough. Turn the dough out onto a lightly-floured work surface and continue to knead until you’ve got a cohesive, Play-Doh-esque lump of beautiful future noodles. The kneading is done when you can stretch the dough without it tearing too much, and it springs back slowly.

Wrap tightly in plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least thirty minutes before rolling and cutting into whatever shape you desire. I usually double this recipe and freeze half of it, giving me a stash of ready-to-go dough for up to three months.

The Funeral and the Festival

originally published in Dime Entertainment Magazine

The point at which a hog goes from a dead animal to meat is when the butcher splits its breast bone with a mallet and a hatchet. He or she hops onto the table where the hog rests, straddling the carcass. A series metallic thunks, a tug on the legs on either side, and the creature splits open to resemble the vertically-oriented sides of pork (or beef, or lamb) that hang in meat lockers.

The head has yet to be removed. The intestinal tract that had been happily digesting minutes before remains in place. We’re still hours from barbecued ribs, but the crucial transubstantiation is complete.

These are the lessons one learns from attending a boucherie. A boucherie is a Cajun cultural artifact, a celebration of abundance in a place where scarcity is the norm. The community comes together to share in the sacrifice of a hog, with each family receiving and preparing a portion of meat. Acadian specialties like boudin and head cheese arose from the need to use every part of the animal, both for economic reasons and to honor the loss of life.


I attended my first boucherie as a guest of the Meraux Foundation, a charitable organization promoting and preserving the culture of St. Bernard Parish. As the finale of Slow Food USA‘s Slow Fish conference, the boucherie was intended to serve as a sideshow to some fascinating and delicious seafood cookery. The slaughter, breakdown and preparation of a whole hog, however, has a magnetism that’s hard to compete with.

The Foundation opened up Docville Farm, a 130-acre historic farm between the Mississippi River and Lake Borgne, to the Slow Food attendees and Lache Pas Boucherie. Lache Pas (Cajun for “don’t let go”) is a collective of Cajuns and Creoles led by Toby Rodriguez. Lache Pas has been almost singularly responsible for the revival and preservation of the boucherie, appearing on Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations in 2011 and orchestrating numerous boucheries across the Gulf South.

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daybreak through the sugarcane near Docville Farm’s entrance

Soon after sunrise, the crowd gathered around the trailer which had transported the hog to Docville Farm. Rodriguez had just spent a few minutes alone with the hog, offering him a last meal of fresh grains. The boucherie crew arranged themselves at the trailer’s entrance as Rodriguez drew his pistol. Paul Deville, a friend of Lache Pas, said the Lord’s Prayer, and a gunshot ended the hog’s life.


The crew sprung into action in the hushed silence, holding the hog’s flopping body as Rodriguez slit its throat. The hot blood flowed into a mixing bowl and was whisked with salt to prevent coagulation; the blood is a feature ingredient in boudin noir. Once the hog had been bled, Rodriguez called for “about six or eight” strong hands to load the carcass onto a board and move it to the staging area.


A boucherie is necessarily collaborative and offers plenty of opportunity for amateurs to get their hands dirty. Shaving the bristles alone involved a rotating crew of dozens of chefs, cooks and volunteers. Over the following hour, the crowd began to disperse as cuts came off the hog: liver, heart and kidneys for stew; loins for grilling; hams for a six-hour smoke session.

Toby Rodriguez and co deftly remove the snout from our recently deceased benefactor.

Cooking up this bountiful mess of meat were a hodgepodge posse of Cajuns and some of New Orleans’ most celebrated chefs. Top Chef finalist Isaac Toups collaborated with Bacchanal‘s Joaquin Rodas on an organ meat stew laced with black-eyed peas. This dank concoction was ladled over a thin, raw slice of tenderloin in the style of Vietnamese pho. Mopho‘s Michael Gulotta diced and rendered pork belly for gratons, the Cajun take on cracklin’s. Whole-hog royalty/NASA rocket scientist Howard Conyers teamed up with Shaya‘s Zach Engle to handle the ribs and loins.

Paul Deville cooked the ponce: the hog’s stomach, stuffed with sausage, sewn shut, seared and braised until cooked through. Apparently this particular hog’s stomach was exceptionally large, and thus challenging to cook without it bursting. “If I’d have known he was gonna put me through this, I wouldn’t have said such a nice prayer,” Deville said.


Rodriguez and the rest of the Lache Pas crew are now in the midst of a nationwide tour, with stops in Houston, Birmingham and Denver. The Slow Food boucherie was the pilot event — a collaboration with community chefs that fuses Cajun ritual with local cuisine. “No matter where we go, we meet the same folks,” Rodriguez said. Farmers, fishers, chefs and eaters, all individuals who are emotionally invested in the provenance and treatment of the foods they consume.

The husbandry of animals is a crucial aspect of conventional agriculture. The crops that best nourish humans deplete the soil; animals, fed on the plants or parts of plants that humans can’t eat, return those nutrients to the ground. Animals provided a supplement (milk, eggs) and storehouse (meat) of calories, surety against a ruined crop or the barren cold of winter.

Modern industrial food production’s segregation of animals from the land is a violence against humans, livestock and our planet. Replacing the valued work of animals with petroleum-based fertilizers and gas-powered tillers, modern agriculture treats cows, pigs and chickens as units of meat production rather than sentient, sensitive beings. The process results in vast sewage lagoons, suffering animals and fat, sick humans.


“Taking the life of an animal is a huge responsibility,” Rodriguez said. Our daily behavior does not reflect this fact. Ethically-farmed meat and vegetables are premium products, unattainable for most on a daily basis. We no longer move within a system of traditional, sustainable agriculture. Events like a boucherie are a sad reminder of what we’ve lost, a statement on where we stand, and a prompt to change.

Cacio e Pepe

If you asked me to teach you cook, cacio e pepe would be the first thing we’d do together. It might be the only thing I’d teach you, because once you see how transcendentally delicious four ingredients can be, you may understand that cooking isn’t hard at all.

Cacio e pepe will teach you how to boil pasta.  Fill a big-ass pot 2/3rds full of water, salt the hell out of it, and bring it to a boil (heating with the lid on speeds things up). Not a bubble, a BOIL, like you’re gonna sterilize surgical instruments in it. Dump your pasta in, give it a stir to make sure none of it sticks to the bottom of the pot. Keep an eye on it: fresh pasta cooks in about 90 seconds, and dried stuff takes maybe 6-8 minutes. When it’s still got some bite to it, but doesn’t stick in your molars, it’s done. HEY WAIT. Before you drain it, pull a few ladles of that lovely starchy saltwater into a bowl. We’re gonna use that.

(Also, don’t run cold water over your pasta after you drain it. Maybe my parents are the only people that do this, but it rinses the starch layer off the surface, which prevents the sauce from sticking).

This dish will teach you the difference that quality ingredients make. There are only four ingredients: if one of them is crap, it’s 25% crap. If you use green-canister “parm,” pre-ground pepper (basically floor sweepings), and olive oil that’s 49% canola, your cacio pepe is going to taste like those things.

You’ll also learn the most important lesson of all: don’t put the cheese grater up until the meal is over, because you will definitely, always, without exception need more cheese.



As much pasta as you want to eat, now and/or later

Good olive oil

Parmesan cheese

Freshly-ground black pepper


Boil water, add pasta.

Grate cheese (at least two big handfuls) and crack pepper (more than you think you should) into a bowl big enough to hold the cooked pasta + room for stirring.

Pour enough olive oil into the mixing bowl to turn your cheese + pepper into a tight paste.

Scoop a few ladles of pasta water, either into a separate bowl or the big mixing bowl, depending on your confidence level. Drain the pasta, stir up the cheese/pep/oil and pasta water, then add the pasta to the party.

As you stir, the sauce will coat the pasta. The contents of the bowl will progress from a wet salad of separate things into a cohesive unit of tangled pasta shellacked with a Sauce. If it’s oily or dry, add another splash of pasta water. If it’s watery, add more cheese or oil. Experience and observation are the only reliable guides here.

Use tongs or a spider strainer to move the pasta to a plate. If the plate’s been warmed by resting it on the stovetop, all the better. Try to plate the pasta gently, so there’s air underneath it. Grate some more cheese and crack some more pepper on top.

Pour or make yourself a drink. A negroni is a fine complement. Congratulate yourself: the essential human skill of cooking a simple, satisfying meal is now yours.

Why Cook Anything?

“You know you can buy marshmallows at the store, right?”

I am lucky that the above is one of the saltiest comments I’ve ever received on an Instagram post. I was making marshmallows, for no other reason than I’d never done it before. The comment’s implication, that the availability of ready-made marshmallows makes preparing them at home an absurd (or at least redundant and unnecessary) activity, is worth considering.


homemade ramen. there’s noodles under all that, I promise.

Why do we bother to cook for ourselves? It’s frequently cheaper and more efficient to buy prepared foods, even if you’re trying to “eat healthy,” whatever that means. For the same reasons, most of us no longer make our own clothes or build our own homes. We outsource these jobs to specialists, hoping the efficiency of the market will bring us higher quality, greater access, or both.

Sometimes it works. I don’t own a sewing machine, and while I wish the folks who make my clothes earned a living wage, I have no intention of pounding the rivets into my next pair of jeans.

One difference between jeans and grilled cheese is that my jeans will never be a part of my physical body.  The food we eat becomes our skin, our bones, our brains and our blood. The effects of reducing food to a simple act of consumption are deep, far-reaching, and immensely painful.

Disconnecting from our foodshed impacts our individual health: when we don’t know or care what’s in our food, we’re led by our noses, which can be tricked into approving some pretty nasty stuff.  We’re sold calorically-dense, nutritionally-void food simulacra engineered to appeal to the reptilian pleasure centers of our brains. The result is metabolic syndrome, depression, shortened lifespans and reduced ability to enjoy the lives we do have.

A lack of basic knowledge about what our foods are and where they come from means they could be anything or come from anywhere. Their manufacture could trample the environment, evince epidemiological catastrophes, doom species to extinction, or exploit the folks who farm, transport, and cook.

When you cook from scratch, especially when you tackle something as involved as lasagna or chocolate chip cookies, your interest in ingredients and processes becomes granular. Food connects our history, our agriculture, our politics and religion. It is a universal portal to exploring our world.


this pie? totally a portal

I am not a chef. I’ve never worked in a commercial kitchen, and while my parents are competent cooks, neither one is Julia Child. What my parents and grandparents did give me was the knowledge that cooking is something anyone can learn to do. As Bob Ross said, “Talent is a pursued interest. Anything you’re willing to practice, you can do.”

Some of the foods I’m going to talk about on this blog aren’t thirty-minute meals (although some of the most satisfying can be prepared very quickly). They’re projects, in the sense that they take a significant investment of time. I’d urge you to measure the benefits not just in the deliciousness of biscuits and brownies, but in the knowledge and skills you gain. If nothing else, you’re guaranteed to deepen your understanding of what it takes to be well-fed.