My Kid Ate FISH
A single nugget, approximately one ounce, but still. HE ATE FISH. Not Dr. Praeger’s Fishies, which, natural and healthy as they appear to be, are still nothing like eating actual fish. I’ll back up. The other day I found myself in Union Square with the winter farmers’ market in full swing. On a whim, I ...Keep Reading
Gnocchi in Butternut Procrastination Sauce
I found my next cookbook idea: Procrastination Cooking. Procrasticooking? Lately it seems that some of my best recipes are born out of borderline panicked, it’s-5:30-and-I-haven’t-thought-about-dinner necessity. Take this dish—tender, chewy gnocchi in a creamy sauce scented with brown butter and blood orange juice. It came about after I noticed that a long-neglected butternut squash was ...Keep Reading
Potato Skins Bar: Super Bowl Picky Eater Special
Yeah yeah yeah, my kid’s picky. Cry me a river, right? I’ve figured out exactly one trick that entices Harry to eat what I cook: Customization. My individual pot pies, food cooked in parchment paper packets, salad bars, lettuce wraps, and pizza all score big with the kid because I hand over the reins. I ...Keep Reading
Picky Eater Special: Individual Pot Pies
The picky thing, it gets worse. I suspect Harry’s getting bored with his extremely limited list of acceptable foods, because lately he’s balking at some of the most basic gimmes I’ve got. Trader Joe’s yogurt and frozen meatballs: gone. Three out of four acceptable flavors of Wallaby yogurt: nixed. Plain pasta and rice: nu-uh. ...Keep Reading
Less-Oil Latkes for a Crowd
Last night my family gathered for the annual Hanukkah latke-palooza, and I provided the star of the show. I’m focusing on Weight Watchers again, so on Saturday night I made a quadruple-batch of Less-Oil Latkes—Stephen, Harry and I feasted on some that night, and we shlepped the rest to Long Island for the shindig yesterday. ...Keep Reading
