Potatoes. Spuds. Taters. Pommes de Terre. They are a homely looking creature. All roundy and bumpy and rough with sand and dirt. At least the freshest ones are. The ones that you have just scratched out of the honest dirt in your own back yard. Every spring, with high hopes and a trowel, you stickContinue reading “A Craving”
Pork Belly and Pearls 