Anchovies. I’ll let that sink in for a moment. I’ve never given them much thought- neither in the, “gross, ack!” camp, nor the “can’t get enough!” camp. They’re ok. I buy the little tubes of anchovy paste for Caesar salad and maybe to squirt a …
This recipe falls under the category of “things that wouldn’t really occur to me to post on the blog”. It’s definitely not fancy, or from the New York Times, or one of those artichoke-bacon-spinach combos that people are always going crazy for. It’s pretty basic, …
Where I live, people are pretty opinionated about their Italian beef, so just to be clear, here is what I like in a good Italian beef sandwich: I like my beef very tender, to the point of falling apart. I’m not into the sliced pieces, …
Like any born-and-bred Chicago girl, I think I handle winters pretty well. I expect cold, and I’m rarely disappointed. I even try to revel in the beautiful snowy landscapes and the wind whipping across the prairie behind our house. Overall, I think I keep a …
I know what some of you are saying. “Two soups in a row? What is this?!” Friends, I will tell you what this is. This is called February in the Arctic Chicago. It’s really cold. All the time. Not the kind of duh-it’s-winter cold, but the …
This recipe comes with a pretty serious warning: once you start making your own pizza dough and keeping it handy in the freezer… you will not. stop. making. pizza. For a long time, I thought pizza was one of those things best left to the …
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 …
Sorry it’s been a while. A few days ago, I finally pulled it together and wrote a post about this amazing hummus that I made, well, a long time ago, and just as I finished writing it, I clicked save, and WordPress went ahead and …
Sometimes you think you know how much you love something or someone, and then they do something that surprises you and makes you love them even more. Like when you come downstairs in the morning and discover that your husband has done all of …
I don’t know about where you live, but around Chicago it’s been a pretty freakishly hot summer. I’ve been effectively using the baby as an excuse not to leave the air-conditioning pretty much since June, and I’m sorry to say that my poor garden has …