Hillary Danaher

The Scullery has been producing a lot of soup as of late, more than usual for the month of April. I woke up this morning to snow, which I can work with. I can still ride my bike, I can still have a fire in the chiminea on the patio. What I cannot work with… Continue reading The Soup Trader

Somewhere in a box in my home, maybe the attic, maybe the basement, maybe the closet...somewhere there is a protest sign with lettering created by a six year old. I know it's here. It really should be framed and hanging on the wall in The Scullery. It was created in the year 2004 as the… Continue reading That Corn Stuff

I woke up to the sound of rain pelting against my windows. A quick glance to the front yard showed that the chalk messages I left for families out walking for some exercise during The Quarantine had all been washed away. An incoming text from the head chef at Bella Cucina read "my early days… Continue reading Drop the Muffins and Run

Wow. Apparently it has taken a government directive to get myself back in the habit of writing regularly. I feel fortunate and grateful every moment of each day. I am surrounded by people (at a safe social distance, of course) who find the positive despite all of the terrible things unfolding every day. Sometimes, actually,… Continue reading Käsespätzle…not your kids’ Mac n’ Cheese

A friend recently asked if I ever leave bad reviews...the answer is a definitive "No." I don't care to be a part of any sort of negativity, it's just not in my nature. That being said, if I visit a restaurant that doesn't inspire me, I simply won't leave a review. I am not going… Continue reading The Tribune