Yo yo yo, I’m in Vermont! Time for a little family vacation. We’re participating in what I suppose you could call a round-robin of housesitting: We’re staying at some ...
This morning I’m playing with pesto variations. Which, since I didn’t exactly plan to be doing this, required a quick run to the Union Square greenmarket for ...
This morning I’m playing with pesto variations. Which, since I didn’t exactly plan to be doing this, required a quick run to the Union Square greenmarket for ...
It’s Hanukkah, Night Three. All weekend I’d been planning to make a Livornese fried chicken dish from Claudia Roden’s The Book of Jewish Food. ...
Stephen and I are tired. Really tired. Almost all the time these days. He’s working on a ginormous job—it’s a wonderful thing, a prestigious project, a ...
You know that chicken I “roasted” in the slow cooker? Well, one downside of letting something cook for five hours is that by the ...
Twelve minutes. That’s how long it takes for the pasta to boil, and it’s also how long it takes to pull this entire recipe together. It’s ...
Infants take a lot of naps. They may not be regular, but odds are a baby’s going to nod off three or four times a day. ...
It’s 6:05. Stephen’s got Harry at the playground while I’m frantically working against tomorrow’s deadline. It’s also—finally—the official end of Passover. Harry’s constant refrain from the ...
When I worked (briefly) in the restaurant world, we spent a lot of time on presentation. The understanding was, you eat with your eyes first so each ...