Breakfast

We’re off to a strong start to 2018 after a lazy end to 2017. While the rest of the world was out drinking and dancing or standing in freezing cold Times Square, E and I were passed out on the couch in the middle of “Girl’s Trip,” only to be awaken by a teething baby. We […]

Though some kids head back to school in late August, the day after Labor Day is usually considered back to school day for adults. Today, we head back to offices or other work spaces after a lazy weekend and a slower paced summer, and get ready to buckle down again on fall projects. No matter where […]

Christmas Eve, y’all. I’m not concerned with the presents or Santa. I’m concerned about breakfast. Merry merry gingerbread pancakes! E and I are headed up to Vermont for Christmas. As you know, E and I are avid snowboarders, and we’ve been going to Vermont the past couple of winters. The conditions had been pretty good […]

Seems it’s Eggnog Week here at 300. Hey, I’m on a roll here. Yesterday I shared our recipe for holiday eggnog. The only reason E and I didn’t drink the entire vat of it is because we had to hit two holiday parties later than evening in Connecticut, a road trip away from our cozy apartment […]

This is what you need to make in the morning of Thanksgiving, when you somehow have digested all of the food from the night before but you are STILL STARVING! One cannot subsist on Patti Labelle’s sweet potato pie alone. Not even if your name is James Wright and you sing like a bird. I […]

I’ve been thinking more about what goes into my body lately.

It’s one of my favorite national holidays. National Coffee Day!

You would have thought I would have eaten a breakfast of champions before going to my new job at Yahoo Food, right? Nope.

Though I work in media, started a blog documenting my relationship and wrote a memoir slash cookbook, I am a shy person. But this blog, and being on social media and having articles written about me and my sandwiches, have helped me to not only break out of my shell a bit, but to have […]

I don’t like smoked salmon. But this whole 300 thing is not about me.

We have less than two weeks until Thanksgiving. Time to start planning out dinner.

The only thing getting me through this week is avocado toast.

Could it be I finally made granola bars that stuck together?

When you are headed out of town, and you’re hungry, and you get a call from work which requires you to file on deadline before you leave, and you’re getting screamed at by your fiancé to “hurry up”, the only thing suitable enough for this special type of road trip lunch is a frittata sandwich.

Goodness, why didn’t we do make our own damn ricotta earlier?

It’s the dog days of summer. And the best time to find juicy, big-as-your-head heirloom tomatoes.

I’m good at foraging chocolate. Shoe sales. Plane tickets to tropical locations. Fresh vegetables in Prospect Park? Not so much.

E’s birthday was yesterday.  He had a short list of things he wanted:

The weather has finally broken here in New York.

Some sandwiches aren’t really for consumption. They’re just for laughs.

The first time I used my waffle machine, I made an insanely great sweet treat for my sweet.

It’s cold. Everywhere. Particularly INSIDE OUR APARTMENT.

The upcoming New Year got me thinking about goals for 2014:

E certainly learned his lesson after sandwich #209.

E and I have plenty to do in the week before Thanksgiving.

E and I were both emotional over breakfast yesterday.

E has figured out his Halloween costume. I have not.

I had two epic fails last week.

Rating: E asked me out for a wine date last night (how sweet!), since we hadn’t seen each other outside of the apartment all week. When we got home, he turned to the refrigerator. “Guess what I got?” he said.

I can’t do it all in the morning. But I try.

I looked around our house this morning. Clothes were everywhere. Trash hadn’t been taken out. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. A cluttered house means a cluttered mind, and I had gone totally scatterbrained.

E and I have often criticized each other’s wardrobe with the same sharp tongue as an editor during Fashion Week.

Day two of Fashion Week, and I’m already on fumes. So is E.

I will be fasting for the next three days. Between the fried chicken, a few glasses of wine last night and today’s banana bread sandwiches, My thighs are crying. E’s might be, too.

Working on Labor Day? No way! This weekend, we made plans to get in some beach time for the last weekend of the summer.

TO DO LIST FOR THE WEEKEND

Rating: Our herbs had grown to an obscene height–they’re almost larger than the bamboo tree we have back there near the door. The only way to tame the forest growing on our balcony is to prune—and make pesto.

Yawn. Brush teeth. Make coffee. Check e-mail. Think about breakfast. Check fridge. Crepes. Crepes could work.

Fridays are a day of recess. They’re for planning the weekend, lingering over breakfast and arriving at work with a smile knowing you don’t have to come back the next day.

E has a criminal past. He’s a towel stealer.

The Sexy Project is working! Yesterday, E and I went to an event in Central Park, for which I wore a form fitting black dress with very low cut cleavage and sky high suede Miu Miu pumps. I was working a sexy 1920’s flapper look with my hair in an updo, and the dress’ below […]

E is raising the children in our herb garden to be bright, healthy young sprouts. The basil has grown into full, leafy stalks. Our dill is tall enough to come up to our knees. The mint is as big as a rose bush and our cilantro has flowered. I’m so proud of my little father. […]

What we did this weekend: Kite surfed. Slept. Yoga. Dined with friends. Added avocado to E’s forbidden foods list.

Friday morning! E and I got up early to sip coffee on our patio, and ponder what nice things we were going to do for our mommies for Mother’s Day Sunday. I sent a card. E did not. Who’s the better child? Ha! (Just kidding, he means well. Besides, I should really send flowers, too.)

E and I have totally different morning schedules. He works until 2 am and wakes up after 8, I’m up at 6:15 am for running/blogging/cooking/cleaning/teeth whitening/hellraising. Breakfast has been shortened to a two minute meeting over the stove.

E has this friend, Johnnie. He invites him to a lot of our parties. But every time Johnny shows up, there’s trouble. He makes E act silly, or makes E say silly things, or make E go to sleep and say nothing at all.

I’m training for the Brooklyn Half Marathon, and this morning I did one of my longer runs. Afterwards, I prepared a protein heavy large breakfast, to keep up my strength. And my sanity. When I don’t eat, I’m intolerable.

Not every sandwich comes out tasty. Or photogenic. Each meal is an experiment, and not all of them turn out successful.

You know something serious has happened when E has a frown on his face. The poor thing got audited by the IRS, thanks to his former accountant. The penalties are enough to make anyone’s wallet cry.

Rating: Taking a page from the latest Bon Appetit, I wanted to put my nutritional needs aside and make E a smoked salmon smørrebrød for breakfast.

Rating: Last spring, E and I used to have coffee every morning together outside on our patio. It was our quality time to talk about our day, plan upcoming trips and share news about our friends before we got ready for work and headed out to the train together.

E and I are planning a trip to Miami in a few weeks, partly for work, partly for play. This will involve time on the beach in very little clothing, which will expose parts of our body that may not be in the tightest form.

Rating: Compromise and sacrifice. These are the hallmarks of many successful relationships. When you’re in a relationship with someone, you can’t always have things your way. You can’t pick the movie all the time, or the restaurant, or what color sheets you and your mate will sleep on. Breakfast is no different.

E’s assessment of this morning’s sandwich: “Boring. Unimaginative. Lazy. It’s like you sat on the couch and ate Cheetos instead of making me a nice breakfast. I have nothing nice to say.”

Rating: What the heck is more perfect on Super Bowl morning than a steak and eggs breakfast sandwich? A manly sandwich, made for linebackers and defensive ends and free safetys and…. um… lanky, surfer boyfriends like E!

Rating: Last week, I took residence in the doghouse. I have an issue with being late, especially when it comes to meeting E for dinner or appointments during the week. No matter if I have one foot out the door, work will always keep me much later than expected. If I tell E I’m leaving […]

Rating: Sunday, December 30, was my parents’ 36th wedding anniversary. For any two people, that’s a remarkable union. Having had a front row seat to their relationship for most of that time, I can say with certainty they’ve manged to make it through with very few arguments and a ton of laughs. I called them […]

Rating: When E and I moved in together, my mother sent us a housewarming gift filled with little goodies for our first place together–candles, dishrags, a decorative cup or two. She also sent a white, terry cloth robe with a matching blanket that was intended for me, but E saw it first and claimed it. […]

E and I were stocking up for our Thanksgiving feast. New dishes, serving bowls, wine glasses, table decor, and the turkey and trimmings were on our shopping list. The other day, we went to Crate & Barrel and bought three oversized, beautiful porcelain white serving bowls to serve the stuffing and vegetables. I thought we’d […]

E and I were channeling our inner Olivia Newton John and Billy Blanks (remember him?! I used to do those Tae-Bo videos in my living room when my parents were at work) to get healthy after a decadent two-week vacation. Caipirinhas with every meal added tons of extra sugar and calories to our Brazilian diets. […]

One good thing that came out of kitesurfing was that E wanted to get in better shape. Running is what I do to stay sane and stay skinny. I love getting outside, listening to music and keeping pace to thumping beat of dance music while letting my thoughts wander. Each morning, I throw my running […]

As E was basking himself in the warm South American sun while I was at work being cooked by rays from my computer screen, I asked E his feelings on another forbidden vegetable: spinach. “NEVER ON ANYTHING. EVER. It’s gross, and so was Popeye,” he spat on text message. “Wasn’t he a hero?” I asked. […]

Remember that argument E and I had of whether or not a crepe is a sandwich? Yeah, I totally won that one. By itself, an actual crepe is more of a pancake. But it could be used like bread as part of a sandwich. Once you add filling, whether savory or sweet, you can wrap […]

According to E and I, a burrito counted as a sandwich. Simple math, people: Burrito= Wrap. Wrap=sandwich. Breakfast burritos were supposed to be easy. But it all went haywire when I started cooking.

Some days, it doesn’t need to be complicated. We were both starving. Neither one of us wanted to get out of our pjs and go to the market. I took inventory of the refrigerator. Frozen waffles. Fruit. Butter. Perfect. Waffle sandwiches. I didn’t even have to use a skillet or pans for this meal. E […]

The night before the end of Fashion Week, I capped of a full day of covering events and shows with a late meal at Harry Cipriani (where, in fact, I spotted Naomi Campbell near the bar). When I finally made it home, E was already in bed. But I didn’t head to the bedroom to […]

We had our first house guest spending the night at our place: my best friend T was in town from Hawaii. You would have thought that I would have woke up early to greet my friend and get breakfast started. Nope, I was too ensnarled in my dreams and the bed sheets to get up […]

“Croque madame,” E suggested over text message. “You eat ham?” I asked. I learn something new about my boyfriend every day. I’m not too fond of white creamy sauces (my thighs expand at the mere sight of them), nor was I looking forward to having to top this cheesy sandwich with a runny egg. But […]

The thing I admire most about E is that he’s always happy in the morning. No matter if he’s hung over or hasn’t gotten 8 hours of shuteye, or it’s raining out or he has a tough day of work ahead of him, he’s always in a good mood when he wakes up. “Good morning, […]

E woke up at 7 am on Sunday morning. I needed a few more minutes of shuteye, and didn’t stumble to the kitchen until an hour later. “Coffee,” I muttered. “Breakfast!” he chirped, but hadn’t started cooking. I looked in our refrigerator and noticed we had more than a dozen eggs, plus we had fresh […]

Me: I’m going to make BLTs this morning. E: Ooh! That sounds great. Except I hate tomato. Me: What?! But you eat them in salads? E: I hate them on sandwiches. They’re slimy. Especially if they have the seeds in them. Bleach! It’s just weird. Me: But you just ate fried green tomatoes on a […]

Friday morning means a slow rise from bed, coffee on the balcony until right before 9 am, and plans made for the weekend. E and I planned to spend all weekend at the beach, and that got me inspired to make a breakfast sandwich that tasted like pure summer. Ricotta cheese and fruit is the […]