It’s an interesting thing when you realize that your kid might just be even stranger than you are. When I made this discovery, I was filled with a mixture of terror and pride. Figure that one out, Freud. This latest realization came on the last …
This is a weird recipe. I know it. So much so that for a long time I didn’t consider sharing it with you. What’s more, I’m pretty sure I got the idea from Rachael Ray. So half the world knows about it and the other …
I’m not a vegetarian. Far from it: one of my favorite things in the world is a thick, juicy cheeseburger. At one point in my life, I pretty much threw in my chips with the “a meal isn’t a meal without some kind of meat” …
There are a lot of good things about being a parent. But there are also some pretty lame parts about being a parent. You know what one of the worst parts of being a parent is? When you have to be mean mommy. You know… …
I really love a good burger. Who doesn’t? Based on lots of the recipes I see on the web and in cookbooks, even vegetarians love burgers, albeit ones made out of black beans or quinoa or all kind of interesting things. There is something about …
Purslane is a weed. Which is perfect, because I specialize in growing weed gardens. I grow them very well. I’m ok with tomatoes, kale turns out alright, but man, those weeds… they really thrive. Purslane is also, thankfully, very tasty. It’s small, tender leaves have …
My grandma on my Dad’s side is an incredible woman. She managed to raise nine children, keeping them clothed, cared for, and fed. Now, as someone who can regularly be heard raving, “I give up! I! GIVE! UP!” trying to care for only two children, …
I’ve always loved the idea of turning leftovers into something new: stock from vegetable scraps and the remains of a roasted chicken, casseroles with extra Thanksgiving turkey, breakfast hash from last night’s roasted potatoes. It’s not just because I’m thrifty, but also because sometimes the …
I fully expected this recipe to be a disaster. After buying a gorgeous bunch of freshly picked (that morning!) beets from the farmers’ market, I was once again reminded by my sainted husband that he doesn’t like beets. After trying to tuck a few …
To me, nothing heralds summer like really good strawberry ice cream. Ice cream is obviously the best summer food there is. (Not open for discussion or dissent, ok? It just is.) And strawberry is the flavor that seems to whisper, excitedly, “Summer is here!”