I’ve been walking around the Los Angeles International Airport (a place that feels like a city unto itself) in a sweatshirt that reads Tacos, Tequila, and Tan Lines.
Hello my friends! Please accept this shorter offering of Sunday reads this week. Please also accept my relentless requests that you cook from my new cookbook Over Easy and join me out in the world for cooking demos and book signings in the next few weeks.
This salad was born of having absolutely nothing in my refrigerator to eat. At least that’s exactly what it feels like when I open the refrigerator doors and find lettuce, and a hunk of cucumber, almost past strawberries, and a little nugget of feta from a few nights past.
There was a time when I thought only a wizard, or my dad, could whip eggs into that elusive, glossy, tall and fluffy, stark bright meringue white.
I reserve my Saturday nights to write these posts. It’s become my favorite time of the week. Thank you for sharing that with me in the way that you do.
It always felt like my parents were early adopters to the whole health-food kick of the 1980s. If you weren’t around then… or you weren’t old enough to be scarred by tofu-heavy dinners, you might not understand.
This is a post about what I do at home while reading the newspaper and eating spicy eggs and rice on a Sunday morning.
Hello sweet friends! It feels like ages ago now, but last Tuesday was fine (and really quite fat) indeed.
How to say ‘Congratulations you’re moving in together!’. How to say, ‘Life is hard, but you’ve got this and I’m here to help!
When you grow up in a family of very enthusiastic eaters, you come to realize that everyone has their own preferred flavor.
Hello my friends, It’s the height of Mardi Gras season which you feel very viscerally when you live in New Orleans right now.
How loosely can we use the term ‘shakshuka’? For the sake of naming, brunch, and simple deliciousness… I’m going to say we can be loose, very loose.
There’s an alarming trend in food these days. It’s as though we’ve run out of things to put a fried egg on because now trendy breakfast places are putting fried eggs on their oatmeal.
I’ve got my head down these days prepping recipes and making plans. I’ve popped my head up just enough to realize that New Orleans is in full on party mode with Mardi Gras, and Facebook is still aflame with politics chaos.
Hello friends, Can I talk to you about something? I have a cookbook coming out soon. It’s about Brunch and don’t worry… starting next week (or sometime around then), I’ll shamelessly and relentlessly ask you to buy it and come see me as I’m traveling around.
Hello dear friends, This week in things… Tron has found this unwavering and unapologetic placement in the middle of the kitchen rug, I’m watching a new television show called Taboo, we’re exercising our Constitutional rights, Elizabeth Warren is holding it down, and we’re celebrating love because we can and we need to.
If your weekend plans include breakfast of any variety, please consider: chocolate. If your weekend plans include a gathering large or small, please consider: inviting over your best gals.
Galentine’s Day: noun, an annual (not) nationally recognized holiday celebrated by human females on February 13th, the day before the over commercialized, bummer-of-a-holiday-for-single-women traditionally known as Valentine’s Day.
Hello my friends. Welcome to this, the first Sunday in February- sign already that the days run away like wild horses over the hills.
A few weeks back, someone (on Twitter) called me a GOAT. Because Twitter seems to be the place these days where everyone calls each other every name under the sun and otherwise, I thought, hm….