Jul 10, 2013
I’m visiting my family in Pennsylvania this week, and happy anticipation of grilling on the deck and splashing in the pool fueled my get-ready, packing frenzy. As long-time readers know, my mom and dad are (in)famous for their mad cooking skillz. One of my favorite summer recipes was my mom’s rice salad. Cool and slippery, it looked like colorful confetti in the bowl: white rice flecked with...
Jun 20, 2013
When I was a kid, my parents would sometimes take us to a food market in Reading, Pennsylvania (I think?) — stalls of butchers, produce vendors, prepared foods — and my two favorite stands were the bulk foods (sesame sticks!) and the Italian deli where we’d buy perfectly-spicy and just-greasy-enough, sliced pepperoni and brightly-colored giardiniera salad.
Traditional giardiniera salad is made...
Mar 1, 2013
In college, I had a 100% Italian-American boyfriend, and I was partially adopted by his very traditional family. His mom was about 4’10″ and a spitfire, and every week, she had a cooking schedule. A certain day of the week meant soup, another day was always a roast, and Sunday was spaghetti and meatballs. She’d make the sauce on Saturday afternoon so it could simmer until after mass on...
Oct 16, 2012
There was a cosmic convergence among five factors to bring this recipe post into your kitchens:
1. Nom Nom Paleo did a cooking demo of her incredibly, lusciously delicious Slow Cooker Kalua Pig at our paleo throwdown in Estes Park, Colorado — and her 3-ingredient recipe inspired me to think about how I could adapt her technique to some other flavors.
2. I’ve had to jettison spices this month while...
Sep 13, 2012
When I was growing up, my whole family ate dinner together at 5:00 p.m. most nights. But every once in a while, when I was a little older, I’d find myself in the house by myself, and that’s when I’d make weird stuff for dinner. Like a whole box of Steak-Umms (liberally sprinkled with garlic salt and browned in a pan until crispy) and a few Eggo waffles, burnt and slathered with butter....
Apr 17, 2012
I’m currently kickin’ it in Costa Rica, so most of my meals over the past few days have included fresh fish, avocado, lime juice, and mango. Look for a post later this week with some appropriately tropical meal ideas and maybe a new recipe or two. For now, here’s the result of my beef liver experiment from last week. Be open minded, and you’ll be rewarded.
There was a lot of talk...
Jan 25, 2011
When I was a kid, I hated sandwiches… especially ham & cheese – but I loved salads… especially with lots of creamy Italian dressing. My mom would pack my lunchtime salad in a Tupperware container, then put the bottled creamy Italian dressing in a plastic baggie. All I had to do was cut the corner off the bag and squeeze out the dressing. Pretty genius, right?
Now I mostly dress our...
Oct 17, 2010
I feel kinda funny calling this a recipe because it’s so dead easy. But I’ve made it three times, and every time, Dave exclaims about how delicious it is. Seems worth sharing.
The first time I made it, we’d just returned from Prague, along with the head colds we picked up on the airplane. I really wanted soup, but thought I didn’t have anything in the house to make some. I walked...
Jul 27, 2010
For the last two weeks, my Farmhouse Delivery basket has included adorable eggplants, a big bunch of basil, and gorgeous yellow and red tomatoes.
But here’s a sad little secret: I don’t like raw tomatoes. No matter how hard I try, I can’t make myself enjoy them. Happily, Fortune intervened, in the form of a New York Times blog post about eggplant parmesan made with eggs in the tomato...
May 25, 2010
Oh, friends. It’s been far too long since I did back squats of the barbell kind (as opposed to the emotional kind). When I’m following my preferred routine, Monday is some-kind-of-squat day, and Friday is deadlift day. This is how I like it. Sorta.
So yesterday, I ignored the little voice telling me to lie in bed and finish my book, and I took myself to the gym to say hello to the barbell and...
Feb 16, 2010
Dave and I, after much painful trial and error, have declared Sundays “socializing-free zones,” which means that except for major occasions – like Valentine’s Day’s Austin Marathon cheer zone – we don’t make plans with other humans on Sundays. It’s our day to sleep late, do laundry, cook for the week, read books, make plans to conquer the world, … or scrap all...