About once a month, I like to host Fieldhouse Kitchen open houses. Or, as I call them, open fieldhouses. It’s my way of still being able to entertain, regardless of how small my apartment is, or how limited my budget may be. Why an open house? Well if I had a party from say, 1–4pm, there…
My grandfather was a tremendous cook. From pies to roast turkeys, a meal wasn’t complete unless there were floured handprints on the cherry cabinets and bowls littering the granite countertops.