There’s an animal up ahead in the dark.  Millennia have separated my human senses from the deeper perceptions of smell and sight that would let our animal cousins detect with certainty what creature lurks out beyond the dim light available. Still, I can tell there’s something there—more divination than sensation. But something is moving on the…

As far as I know, no-one in our family was ever called Herb, yet somehow a recipe that came to be known as, Herb’s Chicken, became our favorite. It was mom’s crowning culinary achievement. A family tradition. A keystone. It goes like this. 1 large chicken cut up, or 6 or 8 breasts 3 slices…