a Thanksgiving state of mind…

…memories of grateful & merry gluttony. When I was a very little girl, Thanksgiving in Savannah was a large family gathering at my grandparent’s house on the Wilmington River, complete with the obligatory 2:00pm turkey dinner. It was quite southern: I don’t remember snow, but it was just cool enough for a sweater, and whileContinue reading “a Thanksgiving state of mind…”

cry me a river…

…a first-world sob story resolved in 3 dinners. Buckle in, we are going for a ride. I got a new camera last week. To be fair, I had to get a new camera last week because in late October I dropped my faithful long lens, Big Betty. We were together for 8 years which madeContinue reading “cry me a river…”

everything is perfectly normal…

…um, no it’s not – not even close. Sunday night nearly ended with another dinner disaster due in part to my own ambition and in part to the limitations thereof. Basically, the lazy perfectionist strikes again. I took the báhn cuốn bait set out by my NYT Cooking newsletter and everything was peachy until theContinue reading “everything is perfectly normal…”

time well spent…

…in the company of three dead women. On Sunday I spent the better part of four hours coaxing a simple Bolognese sauce into the realm of the culinary sublime. While the recipe required time and patience, always in short supply, it mostly demanded concentration which I willingly surrendered. I was so intent on losing myselfContinue reading “time well spent…”

a time to embrace simplicity, patience & restraint…

…well, maybe simplicity. Turns out, very little I do is ever simple and yes, that could use some tweaking. My impatience is legendary and the very notion of restraint is wholly antithetical to my disposition. This combination has became lethally unproductive and frustrating this summer. To make matters worse, the dog days of July spawnedContinue reading “a time to embrace simplicity, patience & restraint…”

Aruban beer was the one thing I didn’t know I needed…

…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…”

a quick note about Venice…

…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…”

honestly, today I have nothing to say…

…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…”

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…”