Tag Archives: comfort food

about that Sunday sauce…

No secret, I unabashedly adore Italian cuisine – I can’t wait to eat my way through to Italy again one day. Also, I have already pre-planned my earthly exit to include a week-long rager of olive oil, garlic, cheese and pasta. Wine will be served.

leftovers: sin or salvation?

…a heartfelt defense of the well-thawed. Leftovers get a bad rap. They are unfairly maligned for being by-products of thrift, laziness and indifference. The very mention of the word can evoke universal disappointment and even disgust. We have all experienced leftover fails, especially with food that wasn’t really that great the first time around. NeitherContinue reading “leftovers: sin or salvation?”

brunch, the true breakfast of champions…

…but first coffee. Spring sports are now in full swing here and I returned to the soccer & lacrosse fields to photograph no fewer than 6 games this week. After nearly a month’s break, followed by the curse of Daylight Savings, it’s been utterly exhausting. As a little reward for staying awake, I treated myselfContinue reading “brunch, the true breakfast of champions…”

I may not be a pampered chef…

…but sometimes I really am the Dancing Queen. I love ABBA. I’ve said it out loud, I’ve written about it and I’m doubling-down right now. Feel free to tease me, sing along or if it offends you, simply move out of the way. But in my world, ABBA, the Lumineers, ELO, the Smiths and SteveContinue reading “I may not be a pampered chef…”

I made Shakshuka…

…but I’m really going to talk about nostalgia, memories and connections instead. Note: this is another one of those posts where you need to hang in there while I make my point. Technically there was cooking involved so it still counts. As a raging Gen X-er, I’ve been casually considering mortality and aging for nearlyContinue reading “I made Shakshuka…”

stuffed shells to the rescue…

…I’m scrambling to tighten up after vacation. I admit it, I’m whipped and totally exhausted. I knew I’d pay for it – I always do. But I can hear Sous Chef whispering, “worth it!” I’m not exactly sure what went on in my kitchen while I was away; the evidence has vanished. My cat, whoContinue reading “stuffed shells to the rescue…”

of all the yakis in the world…

…okonomiyaki just might be my fave. When you think of Japanese food, you might think of meticulously crafted sushi or an elaborate kaiseki dinner, a multi-course parade of curated delights. These formal foods are often associated with dramatic images of Shinto shrines, Buddhist temples and Zen gardens. I suppose they are not the worst stereotypesContinue reading “of all the yakis in the world…”

in defense of marginally sexy food…

….the rehabilitation of “creamy” rice and beef stew. I never liked risotto. I just didn’t get it. Growing up in the South it wasn’t really a featured menu item and I didn’t have an Italian grandmother with a secret family recipe to pass down. We ate long-grained white rice, noodles, hominy and mashed potatoes, butContinue reading “in defense of marginally sexy food…”