It is the tail end of watermelon season here in Indiana and I am stockpiling memories of crisp sweetness to get me through til next July. I was never too much of a watermelon eater as a kid because, frankly, it seemed like way too much sticky mess for minimal reward – all that dripping…

Maybe I should rename this blog My Crate or Yours — lately it seems to be as much about dogs as food, and God knows I’m nuts about them both. Last Thursday night I thought I’d have another sad dog post to write. It was late in the evening when I called the vet because…

I’ve found the perfect food. It is elemental and primal –- so soulful, so creamy, so sweet and pure, that the first time I tasted it I cried. I know it’s only a pot of curdled milk when all is said and done — but the baked ricotta on the Bar Menu at Restaurant Tallent…

Thanks so much to everyone who wrote to me about Gina, or commented on the last post. It’s been a hard week, but the memories are warm and sweet. Last night we visited the Blue River Café, on the Blue River, in Milltown, Indiana.  Until yesterday I wasn’t really aware of either river, or town,…