…more social activity for me in the last 3 weeks than the last 3 years.
Having made this super-capsicum connection, I tethered myself to my mystery peppers and suddenly, the rest of the week was fragrant with wicked unpredictability.
…so naturally I’m going to talk all about Thailand. Sometimes as a recipe or life unfolds, I can feel my next post write itself in real time. Not this month. Lately I haven’t spent a lot of time in the kitchen so that space has been back-filled with a collage of oddly-matched ideas, exchanges andContinue reading “Aruban beer was the one thing I didn’t know I needed…”
…and those Afghani dumplings I love. On May 1st Searching for Italy, with my boyfriend Stanley Tucci, returned to television to explore the culinary delights of Venice. Tucked between the traditional cuttlefish risotto and duck ragout were a few unconventional surprises. However, what I found most fascinating was his observation that Italians mostly eat ItalianContinue reading “a quick note about Venice…”
…a observation about vacation and recovery. It should come as no surprise that we have struggled through a silent pancake war in this family for over 25 years. I’m not sure why I’m fascinated with thick, fluffy, giant pancakes but it’s become one of those sacred, emblematic, Norman Rockwell, family meals. However, some people likeContinue reading “pancakes for indulgence & redemption…”
Obviously I didn’t name my blog Cooking for Fun & Revenge, although in effect that’s what I had been doing for a year. I say “revenge” with a wink and a nod – creative spite is a better phrase because karma does not need my help.
…and yet here we are. Over the last two weeks I’ve been happily swamped with spring sports, nearly all of which take place between 4pm and 7pm. Those are prime kitchen dancing and cooking hours, so I’ve been cobbling together evening sustenance rather than digging into new recipes, flavors or techniques. Normally I would sayContinue reading “honestly, today I have nothing to say…”
…we aren’t talking about pork – it’s me. I’m the piggy and I went to the farmers market. For years I tried unsuccessfully to make Chinese stir-fry at home. They weren’t yucky, but they were utterly forgettable. I’ve already addressed the wok issue, but even the finest carbon steel would not have saved me. MyContinue reading “this little piggy went to market…”
…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…”