My savory brain is in charge these days. By ‘savory brain’ I mean that all I want to eat are hot dogs, bacon, and cheese.
I don’t much like the news this week. I don’t much like it at all. I’m tired of the Republicans yelling at me.
Hi friends! If you’ll remember, a few months ago I moved from a tiny (petite and really quite charming) apartment, and into my first house.
Let’s talk about small things with big impact. Baby cats: fluffy, hoppy, wide-eyed, clever, undeniably cute… we’ll call them kittens and let them rule the Internet.
What in the world is going on with us? Do we live in a world gone mad? Have we always lived in a mad world, and now Twitter is shoveling in our brains at a faster rate?
There’s a spectrum to Tomato Pies. There are the Tomato Pies that think themselves Apple Pies: double crusted, savory but spiced, and very very wet….
Hello my friends! I hope this summer takes you out on the road, soaring in the air, swimming in a lake, up in the mountains, peering into the Grand Canyon… you get the idea.
The anatomy of this summer dessert is as follows: Sugar cone, crisp and sweet ••• Lined with melted dark chocolate ••• Filled with creamy vanilla ice cream ••• Topped with pecan-studded raw cookie dough ••• Dipped sparingly in dark chocolate ••• Sprinkle humbly with sea salt and pecans.
We are in pain. A collective pain that no matter your race, religion, or geography, seems inescapable.
I entertained a philosophical debate about what makes tabbouleh, tabbouleh. Is it the fluffy salted bulgar wheat?
I’m back to New Orleans from a few weeks away. I know I’ve mentioned that before so thank you for your patience with me. Perhaps you’re coming back from a glorious weekend away.
Hello dear friends. You’re killin’ it this weekend! I see you at the beach, dipping your toes in the river, at pool parties with pink cocktails, next to waterfalls… I mean, you’re everywhere according to Instagram.
It’s time! It’s past time to set our intentions for these long, sunny, sweaty, playful, days. How do you want to craft your summer?
I recently took a bread baking class in New Orleans and left with all sorts of lessons learned (and bread smells in my hair and dough under my fingernails).
Hello sweet friends! I’ve been around Vermont this past week, exploring Burlington and teaching pie baking at King Arthur Flour.
These are my very favorite days of the year. The start of summer twinkles with magic. The sunshine, warm evenings, the birds that chirp well into the night. The possibility of beach escapes, and lake explorations. Heck, even the threat of a sunburn has its thrill. There’s so much possibility for adventure in these first few days of summer. I’m working hard on my Summer Bucket List (this was last year), and this year it’s fueled by inspiration from a recent trip to Aspen (glory-be Aspen) for the FOOD & WINE Classic.
Hello my friends! It’s Father’s Day and I take comfort in the fact that I finally figured out a gift that my dad needs and wants.
Eating chicken salad is just like trust falling into someone’s arms. For this comparison to work, we need to be on the same page about what a trust fall is. This is a trust fall, except you fall backwards, someone catches you, and you cry less (hopefully).
Some days are murky with pain. When battled politics smear together with hatred, fear, and the loss of innocent lives, it’s hard to navigate our feelings of confusion and grief… and do the dishes, fold the laundry, and drive through traffic in a car.
I become a super nester in the days before I leave for a long stint of travel. Suddenly my house is stocked unflinchingly with toilet paper, there’s no sign of running out of paper towels, there’s cat food for months, and all of the sheets are clean and laundry is away… man, it looks like I run a tight ship.