I am aghast today to discover that it has been almost a month since my last post. Gee whiz, I apologize to any of you who might be paying attention. Granted, my last recipe offering was for a pretty killer cookie, the kind of triumph that calls for a drop-the-mic moment followed by an appropriate period of silent contemplation. But I may have let things go a week longer than I meant to.Read More
Oh, this weather. It is really starting to break my soul.
And I have little to complain about since I’m not in Boston, or Maine, or anywhere north of NYC, where the snowfall totals are historic, epic and just plain horrible. I feel for you, my northern neighbors, I truly do.
But I’m still going to whine about how cold I am.Read More
When I was working in a professional pastry kitchen, Valentine’s Day was a source of particular anxiety. I was always acutely aware that couples would be arriving on the night of February 14th, full of expectations of a fantastic, ultra-romantic meal with a showstopper of an ending. This was not a night when people skipped dessert, and as a pastry chef, I had to pull out all the stops. That meant a struggle to get out-of-season berries and super-duper expensive fresh passion fruit, and the unyielding pressure to outdo last year’s chocolate masterpiece.
I’ve always been a good girl who ate her vegetables.
I grew up in a household where vegetables were served plentifully at every evening meal, both cooked and in salads. A meal was simply not tolerable to my mother without vegetables and a salad. And I don’t know what her secret was, but Mom somehow got all three of her children to eat and appreciate vegetables from the wee years onward. Vegetables were such a part of our food experience, I can honestly say I’m perplexed by grown adults who say they don't dig the veg.Read More
We had quite a snowy drama here in New York City these past 24 hours, with the great Almost-Blizzard of 2015. We certainly dodged the bullet in the city, but parts of Long Island really got zonked, and the rest of coastal New England is truly suffering through the worst of it. Our weather guys started using the Blizzard-speak on Saturday night, so I felt extra prepared, emotionally. Meaning, I got a head start on my fretting.
By Sunday afternoon, word seemed to spread like wildfire among the young, hip and pantry-challenged. Lines started forming outside of every Trader Joe's and Whole Foods in the city.Read More
I’m caught in these dog days of winter, the endless string of gray skies, cold nights and an undeniable urge to do something productive without leaving the cozy confines of home.
With no rugs to loom or a closet to clean, what is a girl who refuses to get out of her Old Navy pj bottoms to do on a subzero day?
With a leftover roasted chicken living on second shelf of my fridge, the entire equation seemed to add up to a Tortellini Day!Read More
Happy New Year, folks! 2015 is upon us and so is the snow. I’m not complaining (yet), since New York City has only had two icing sugar-coatings so far. But I’m reserving the right to complain later. Minnesota, I honestly don’t know how you do it.
Our jerky Uncle PV – Polar Vortex – is visiting too. It was 9° yesterday morning when I woke up. The wind chill? I blocked the exact number from memory – seven million below zero or something dreadful like that. It is cold everywhere. Even people in Phoenix are struggling to find mittens.Read More