There is something about October for me that’s tough to get through. Cooking-wise. Don’t get me wrong, I love everything about October- gorgeous fall colors, sweater weather, all that. But after the hustle and bustle of trying to deal with all the produce in September… …
I hate to complain. I really do. I know I’m probably starting to sound like a broken record, because I probably went into a thing about pumpkin-flavored stuff last year, but really. Can we stop oohing and ahhing over pumpkin spice lattes? I get …
Before I even started out on this recipe, it had several things going against it. Three strikes. First, it’s Mango Lassi frozen yogurt. Lassis have never sounded in the least bit appealing to me. I’ve been to India, and frankly, the idea of stopping at …
I’m going to apologize in advance. This would have been a better post to share in May, when there was a whole season of burger and hot dog eating ahead of us. But at least I got it in before the mother of all backyard-barbecue …
I know I’ve harped on this before, but this time of year always drags on for me, food-wise. Grocery store produce sections look unbearably pathetic, and the farmers’ market (which I know I’m lucky to have this early) has barely anything better. Potatoes. Some limp …
Those of you who have hung around for a while remember that a few years ago, I presented you with the golden rule of bacon, namely, “When in doubt, wrap it in bacon.” Well, that still obviously holds true, but now I have a slight …
The word “pot roast” can conjure up a wide array of images- anything from thick brown gloppy stuff in a school cafeteria to a glistening boeuf bourguignon served in a fancy French restaurant. In most of our everyday realities, it’s somewhere in between the two. I …
As I was saying last week, something about fall just makes it so much fun to spend time in the kitchen. Every recipe I see makes me want to give it a try. All the warm spices, harvest veggies, and hearty soups and stews make …
What is it about Autumn that makes us all feel so nostalgic? Something about the sight of school buses making their way down my street and leaves crackling under my feet makes me feel wistful and reflective. I mean, I know it’s the obvious stuff… …