When Alex and I get together with our best friends, we always offer to bring something. A side dish. An appetizer. A salad. Host’s choice. Without fail, they ask for 1 of two dishes:
- Summer Salad (more on this in another post), or;
- Grits
Grits? Yes, grits. These aren’t just any grits. They are life changing grits. Overstated? Maybe… but I can’t live without them and apparently neither can our friends.
It all started at Ad Hoc in Napa Valley. Alex and I took an extended weekend after I completed a class I was teaching up in Northern California. Ad Hoc is a family style restaurant created by legendary chef Thomas Keller. It’s a pre-fix menu, and we happened to be there on skirt steak night. We were served a beautiful fresh salad with endive and radicchio, which I’m sure came from the French Laundry garden just across the street. Next came the steak and it was served with a side of grits.
Now, about grits. My Mom used to try to serve me grits for breakfast. I wanted nothing to do with them. I thought for sure her single mom frugalness passed some kind of inappropriate line when she served me those. (Sorry, Mom. Perhaps they may taste better now that my palette is more mature). SO, legendary chef or not, I was skeptical. But, I tried them, and this is where my life changed. So simple. So creamy. So salty. So. Amazingly. Good.
So, here’s my grits that you can share with your friends, family and neighbors as you choose. Or you can eat them all yourself.
Sautéed Shrimp & Kale with Grits
- 2 tbsp olive oil
- 1/4 onion sliced
- 1/2 lb shrimp
- 4 sundried tomatoes (Chef Mila’s Oven Roasted Tomatoes, if you have them)
- 1/2 tsp hot smoked paprika
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp pepper
- 2 c kale, chopped
- 1/4 c white wine
Put the olive oil and onion in a frying pan, and sauté until the onions are translucent, about 3 minutes. Add the shrimp, sundried tomatoes, paprika, salt and pepper, about 3 minutes. Sauté until shrimp pink. Add kale and sauté until wilted, but still bright green, about 2 minutes. Add white wine and remove from heat. Serve over grits. Serves 2.
Life Changing Grits
2 c water, cold- 1 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp pepper
- 3/4 c quick cooking grits
- 1/2 c heavy cream
- 1 c comté cheese (or gruyere, cheddar, or other melting cheese)
- 1 scallion, chopped
Put the grits, salt and water in a sauce pan, and cook on medium high heat, stirring. Once the grits start to bubble, add the cream. Continue stirring until cream is combined and absorbed, about 2 minutes, then add the cheese. Sprinkle in 1/2 scallions. Melt the cheese, and serve immediately. Top with scallions. Serves 2.





Cooking from the Hip Empanadas
Remove the sausage from the casing, and cook in a frying pan on medium high heat for about 3 minutes. Add the onion, and cook until the onion is translucent but not brown. About 3 minutes. Add the mushrooms and cook about 2 minutes until they start to show a little color. Add the tomatoes, oregano, clove, salt, pepper cumin, and paprika and sauté for about 2 minutes. Deglaze the pan with the wine, and immediately remove from the heat. Stir until the wine is soaked into the meat.



Encouraged by my neighbors at “
As I’ve previously mentioned, we have a giant pine tree in our front yard which is much older than our home. We also have several mature trees in our backyard, which provide much needed shade during our very hot summers, but were very overgrown when we moved in. We also had one dead oak tree, which we thought “added character” to the backyard, but for which our neighbors teased us. One day, I heard a tremendous POP, then CRACK, in the front yard, almost as loud as a gunshot. A little shaken, I went to the front door, opened it, and found a giant limb of that beautiful tree had fallen onto the yard. I glanced to the right, and saw a neighbor running toward my house screaming “are you ok?” She was shaken too. I’d never met her before, and to this day haven’t seen her again, but she was clearly very concerned about me at the time. I told her I was fine and went back to pondering how I was going to fix this.
Dave, who is married to Minion the French singer two doors up, came out about 5 minutes later to check in with me. “You know, these trees are very brittle. You have to keep them trimmed, or else…” and he glanced at the fallen limb as if to say… “You aren’t taking very good care of your trees.” So embarrassing. But I really wasn’t. Then he handled me the card to his arborist (a.k.a. the “Tree Guy”).

Brunch was on the menu for the Supper Club, and it featured a beet salad, green or red chilaquiles, and a creamy Mexican version of a tiramisu.
I was curious about the maintenance, clean up, and egg production. I think it’d be fun to have chickens assuming the caretaker (Alex, remember?) would be into that kind of thing. He seemed interested, too. Given we were hosting a garden exchange at our house the next week, I asked if they might bring some eggs (oh, yes, and if they EVER had any extra, I mentioned I’d be happy to take them off their hands). Not more than 30 minutes after we got home, our door bell rang and it was Helen and KC with a dozen eggs of our own. Green, tan, brown. Just beautiful.

I made this for the mixer/impromptu wine tasting with some apples our neighbors Bev & Erwin had left for us on our front porch. Think of it like a sweet and savory pizza. Yummy!
This resulted in my chef friend Mila asking if I could give her some tips on photos, and how to use them to post on Instagram. She wanted to get the word out about her products. I told her we’d experiment together. So, after our neighborhood pancake breakfast, we headed to her home (Remember my favorite one? The


On the first Saturday of every month, DTSA opens its arms, hearts and doors to artists. Well actually, the artists are always there. In fact, the artists open up their arms, hearts and doors to DTSA and others interested in viewing their offerings. A diverse group of people descend on one square block to enjoy art of all kinds: static, interactive, demonstrative, live. This night, a group of us biked downtown to enjoy the festivities.
Some of the art was temporary, some of it more permanent, some of it literally disappeared as time passed. One display was a continually updated work of words, which showed thought provoking political headlines and the time posted… like a human enabled Twitter feed, on a giant marquis. There one minute, gone the next. A cardboard Lady Liberty wept in the foreground of this display. Accident?