Stephen’s Raspberry Brownies
Here’s a guest entry, written by Stephen, my husband—yes, the famous “S” has asked to be de-anonymized. We had a dinner party last weekend (which I’m planning to ...
Birth of a Restaurant: El Bocadito
Take an informal poll about fantasies at the Greenmarket, Fairway, or Whole Foods, and one will pop up with impressive frequency (after winning the lottery, of course): ...
Well THAT Was Disappointing
It didn’t take long: New York magazine has solved the great City Fakery mystery: It’s an offshoot of CB. Apparently owner Maury Rubin felt ...
Books, Mains, Popular, Recipes, Vegetarian
Braised Escarole and White Beans, from My New Favorite Cookbook
I’ve been unfaithful. Three times, just in the last two weeks. And I don’t feel a bit guilty.
For years, my list of favorite cookbooks has remained ...
Mains, Nap-Friendly Recipes, Pantry Cooking, Recipes, Vegetarian
In Which a Trip to Trader Joe’s Leads to Black Lentil Stew
Trader Joe’s rocks my world. Now, maybe if I lived near one it wouldn’t be as thrilling to walk through those automatic doors (and ...
So I’m Not the Only One…
Today Kelli over at Lovescool wrote about the suspiciously City Bakery-like cookies at the unmarked storefront on First Avenue–the same guys I blogged about last year. A comment ...
Mains, Nap-Friendly Recipes, Recipes
Did Somebody Say “Chicken Chili”?
Here’s a recipe I’ve been toying with lately. I’m pretty satisfied with the results—more than satisfied, actually. I’m in love with the results! If I do ...
So I’m Not the Only One…
Today Kelli over at Lovescool wrote about the suspiciously City Bakery-like cookies at the unmarked storefront on First Avenue–the same guys I blogged about last year. A comment ...
In Which My Hairdresser’s Broken Ankle Leads to a Fab New Korean Restaurant—in Williamsburg, No Less
A few weeks after my surgery, I realized that my hair was something of a disgrace. Not just because I’d become a housebound sloth with perpetual bedhead—no, it ...
In Which My Hairdresser’s Broken Ankle Leads to a Fab New Korean Restaurant—in Williamsburg, No Less
A few weeks after my surgery, I realized that my hair was something of a disgrace. Not just because I’d become a housebound sloth with perpetual bedhead—no, it ...