Driving a Jeep with no top in the desert this week with my youngest daughter and her friend has reminded me of something that Cheryl Strayed taught in the workshop I was lucky enough to attend in Patmos, Greece – The power of holding two opposing truths in one hand. It’s hot here in Palm…
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Collateral Beauty
I feel privileged to share a beautiful essay by someone near and dear to me, my sister Nicole Palmer. I’ve been deep into writing about our childhood as I finish my memoir and I loved her honest perspective. I hope you find it as moving as I did. Love, Molly ONE OF THE SMART…
Remembering My Dad on World AIDS Day
My dad, Joh Krider, died from AIDS complications almost exactly twenty years ago in December 1996. This picture of us was taken over a year before he died. There is so much I love about it, not the least of which is that it captures me rocking my favorite outfit of that era. I only…
Chicken soup, meatloaf and apple pie
Recently after an emotionally taxing day my husband Robert wanted a childhood favorite – tomato soup with cheddar cheese and toast. It’s sort of an unconstructed version of grilled cheese and soup that his mother made him and is a dish he described as a ‘comfort food’. It holds no comfort for me however, which…
Times of In-Between
The kitchen in our home is being dismantled. At first it was nice to move out some of the more commercial aspects of our operation. We really don’t need the pan rack up now that it is not necessary to have a dozen skillets available at all times, and without them being hung we get…
Behind the Scenes at Esquina
We are beyond color chips and written menu ideas – color has been rolled on the walls and test recipes are being prepared. No actual customers yet, so I’ll consider these pictures a second trimester peek. The bar is taking shape! Not afraid of a bit of color… A dulce de leche tasting – the…
What’s For Dinner?
After years of preparing six course meals for our guests, with exceedingly high expectations, we are now left to feed no one except ourselves and our children. Robert and I look at each other, as if we have no limbs, much less any experience in preparing a meal, and ask with almost desperation,”what are we…
The final days of Krause Dining, our home-based restaurant.
Closing a highly esteemed restaurant is a bit like a public breakup. It’s one thing to shut your doors after mediocre reviews, trickling reservations, or a food poisoning scare; it’s quite another to tell your appreciative public that it’s just not working for you anymore – “It’s not you… really it’s me that’s changed.” But…
Molly Krause Creates 