I remember my mother in the garden. On those hot, heavy east coast summer days, she’d be out in the lilies. Or pulling bittersweet while we capered about, pretending it was some dragon plant trying to capture us. We helped by dumping its hot orange roots over the bluff. Or at home, in Los Angeles, where she grew roses in wooden barrels till they were tall enough to peek into second story windows.
Monique (AKA Moniquecooks around here) is the best so I went to her class. She was specializing in cauliflower. Like any mom, I am always trying to figure out how to get my family (read: husband) to eat more things. But I had some reservations. I have to admit (sorry Monique) that I am uncomfortable […]