Cooking For Sig

A Sous Chef and Her Stories


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Summer Haze and Eggs

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Summer is laying thick and heavy over DC. Life has slowed to a crawl. The air hugs you like a hot cloud, cocooning you, slowing your pace to a hazy stroll. And that’s okay. I have no where pressing to be. The days roll in and roll out. We watch baseball and barbecue with friends and curl up on the couch when the sky opens up and the summer rains set in.  Continue reading

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Green Thumb Dreams

IMG_1683Every morning on my walk to work I pass the gardener for The Farnsboro condominium building. He is meticulous; raking every last leaf out from between the hydrangeas, pruning each plant to perfection, arranging mulch like Tibetan monks creating sand mandalas. Everyday we exchange pleasantries, and everyday I secretly wish I could stop and play in the dirt and soak up his green thumb secrets. Despite the summers I spent on the farm, I am not nearly the horticulturist I should be. It’s not that I kill every plant I touch, I just haven’t kept every plant alive. Continue reading


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This and That and Bacon and Eggs

IMG_1609Some days, I just want to shower you with random facts. The tidbits that my mind latches onto, like the fact that forty-seven percent of the U.S. is unoccupied. Or that it takes thirty seconds to make a Louisville Slugger. Or that after twenty-two weeks in the womb, baby girls’ ovaries already contain six million eggs – a lifetime’s supply. Pretty strange, neat, amazing stuff, no? These are the details just under the surface that make the world work. Continue reading


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Sarah Had a Little Lamb

imageI LOVE lamb. Isn’t that awful? Of all the meats I could have fallen head-over-heels for, I chose the one with the cutest face. Even when I was slowly coming out of my “I don’t like any meat that resembles meat” phase, lamb was one of the first creatures I took to. I did take a brief hiatus from my lamb-eating ways during one of the summers I worked on the farm. It’s a little harder to eat the guys, after spending the day digging potatoes and picking beans next to them. But I quickly reverted back to my adorable-animal-eating ways. Ugh. PETA come find me and jail me now. Continue reading


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Valentine’s Day Steak

imageLet’s talk about Valentine’s Day. Does anyone out there actually celebrate? That question is totally facetious and mostly rhetorical, since I listened to an NPR story on Friday about how a Manhattan florist has 25,000 roses shipped directly from a farm in Ecuador to his shop door just in time to sell them to V-day shoppers at twice their usual price. All of the roses need to magically bloom six days before February 14. The flowers wear little hair nets to protect them from the wind and farm workers open and close the canvas curtains surrounding the plants to shield them from the elements. It’s all spectacularly dramatic, far more enthralling than the holiday itself. Continue reading