You know that old chestnut about the cobbler and his shoeless children?
Turns out the same adage works for the writer and her empty blog.
Yes, I've been writing--just not here.
I'll attempt to catch up this week, starting now, with this piece on hominy. (Who knew pigs feet could taste so good?)
In the same issue of Style I write about the old Hochschild Kohn department store. My editor has expressed interest in a simliar piece on Stewarts (another of Baltimore's fabled department stores). If any of you dear readers have memories of Stewarts you'd be willing to share, please let me know in the comments below or email me at email@example.com. Thanks.
And now for the obligatory cooking photo. It's a little early, but we had our St. Patrick's dinner last night: corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, and this very nice Brown Irish Soda Bread, recipe courtesy the Crabtree & Evelyn Cookbook. I added currants and thought about caraway seed. Maybe next time. Slainte!