After falling hard for an everyday utensil, a home cook muses on the magic of certain inanimate objects.
About Rick Casner
Rick Casner is an architect and part-time ski instructor, or a ski instructor and part-time architect, depending on how and when you ask. He divides his time roughly evenly between Tacoma, Washington, and Stowe, Vermont, according to whim, work, and snow conditions. During his long drives back and forth across the country he thinks about stuff. He also writes a little.
A Manly Man’s Sippy Cup
We’ve all experienced moments of brilliance in which the stars align and the angels sing and we see the everyday anew. Rick Casner shares his most recent revelation.
Venison Meatballs: An Alpha Male Tale
A gift of ground venison became an issue of manly insecurity for one home cook–until he decided to stop thinking and start cooking.
Cooking for my Sons
Single dad Rick Casner learned to use dinnertime not just as an excuse to grow closer to his sons, but to grow up himself.
Toast
“I love toast,” exclaims writer Rick Casner. And he loves his toast in A Very Particular Way: toasted, butter, and toasted again. What is your way?