I know what you’re thinking. Zucchini? Apricots?? Please, please hear me out.
Something magical happens when you shave vegetables rather than chop them. Zucchini, which can be bland as cardboard if left to its own devices, will fall into crisp-tender ribbons and soak up whatever you choose to drizzle over it. Continue reading
Whenever I gather friends for lunch, salad is the number one request. It feels virtuous and leaves room for dessert, allowing us to linger in conversation without a food coma. Certain boxes need to be checked though, before I’ll put it on the table. Will it delight their tastebuds in a new way? Is it visually delicious? Will it carry them to dinner without hunger pangs striking at 4pm? Check. Check. Check.
Ahhh, spring has arrived! Of course we passed the official day seven weeks ago, but it doesn’t truly feel like spring until lilacs perfume the air and tender, pencil thin asparagus bundles appear in the market. Now the lilacs are blissfully bursting and the asparagus, though available year round, is at its best right this very minute. Continue reading
Our Sunday morning breakfast routine had fallen into a serious rut. Eggs (scrambled or poached), bacon, toast. Every week. Sometimes we’d tuck our scrambled eggs into warm corn tortillas with Cholula and cheddar or swap out sausage for the bacon, but it was almost always a variation on the theme. Then it came to me. Continue reading
We are two and a half weeks into a full-gut kitchen and mud room remodel, and it feels like it’s been two and a half months. The above video was taken just after the demo crew tore out the sheet rock ceiling in one fell swoop, rumbling the entire house with such force that I thought the second floor was going to collapse. Though the builder and project manager have been incredible, there is no escaping the dust and acoustic hell. I now understand why my ballerina daughter goes completely stir-crazy when she has too much time out of the studio! I miss the smell of garlic and onions sputtering on the stove, the feel of a chef’s knife in my hand, the satisfaction of putting a meal on the table. Yes, we are throwing things on the grill from time to time, but anything that requires rinsing (vegetables and fruit) or washing (dishes) needs to be done in our bathroom sink. So that “This will be fun! Just like camping!” feeling disappeared after three days, then spiraled into total misery. At this point I am (a) worried we may die of scurvy and (b) certain no one in this family will ever have peanut butter toast again. I have no doubt, however, that it will all be worth it. And I cannot wait to share the pictures with you. Continue reading