HeyJaredOn the Kitchen Porch
Weekly banter from my kitchen porch: food, wine, people, places, Maine, the Mediterranean, the whole wide world.
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Cuisine nationaliste ou la France éternelle? (opens the original)
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Thanks so much for reading. If you like this, please just tap that little heart in the upper left corner. It will mean a lot!On the Kitchen Porch is supported by readers like you. Please, won’t you consider becoming a subscriber.<div class="fake-bu
Dare to eat a peach? (opens the original)
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Pasta alla checca (opens the original)
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If you like this post, please just tap that little heart in the upper left corner to show you it—and thanks!Alla checca = alla KECK-ka: the “ch” in Italian usually indicates a hard K sound.<img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="762.535
Eat Your Veggies. . . but maybe not all of them (opens the original)
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“Eat your veggies!” It’s what they all say, from USDA to DHHS to your family doc, local nutritionist, or otherwise qualified medical advisor. They all chorus the refrain and it makes me cringe, heart, body, and soul, at the very word. Not that I don’t like vegetables—I adore the entire kingdom (with a few exceptions noted below)—but I hate the way our linguistic culture trivializes and infantilizes language as if eating vegetables were such a repulsive idea that we have to be coaxed like little
Up to Camp (opens the original)
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Please take a moment to tap that little heart in the upper left corner. It earns me gold stars with the folks, bless their hearts, who keep Substack going.Summer people who came to Maine in the late 19th century called themselves rusticators. They came usually for the entire summer, Memorial Day to Labor Day, and they often traveled in impressive style, sending the servants on ahead to open the cottage. But once they reached Maine, they settled in to what they hoped was a more rustic, more local
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