I used to have a French bulldog named Lucy. E hated that animal.
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I waited until the end to explore hot dogs.
I almost killed us both with this one.
Oh my delight when I discovered I had not made Fluffernutters yet!
E and I were lucky enough to go to the Wladimir Klitschko/ Bryant Jennings fight on Saturday night at MSG. But before the fight, we had snacks.
This was a good week. The hard copies of our book, “300 Sandwiches: A Multilayered Love Story, with Recipes” have arrived. In between wedding planning, CrossFitting, yogaing, book launching, app building, and cooking, E and I celebrated.
I don’t like smoked salmon. But this whole 300 thing is not about me.
It’s National Grilled Cheese Day! And we had to celebrate. I’ve drooled over this sandwich for months, and finally found good reason to make it—pepperoni pizza grilled cheese.
You know you’ve really compromised for your man when you can tolerate runny egg yolk AND hollandaise on the same sandwich.
You must have plenty of eggs lying around your house after Easter.
Speaking of bacon, my future mother in law sent me a video link to this trick for getting bacon in every bite of your BLT.
I was away for work in Miami for a few days, and ate my face off on South Beach in between events and meetings and writing by the pool with the warm sun beaming down on my skin. Now I’m back in New York City. In the cold. With no pool.
It’s Caribbean Week here on 300 Sandwiches! E left ahead of me to get a head start on kite surfing, but I’m not far behind him. First, some cooking to pass my time home alone.
Spinach. I went there. E didn’t come with me.
Runzas. Apropos for cold weather nights in front of the television, I baked these meat and cheese packed meat pockets for dinner the other night.
I did it. I finally overtook E in the 300 macaron bake off. I perfected the art of the macaron.
I got a KitchenAid mixer for Christmas from my generous mom. I put it to use this weekend to make marshmallows.
This. This is what divides our household. Vegetables. Greens to be specific.
Sundays are made for football. For brunch. For flannel. For cuddling with your fiancé. For not washing your hair.
For me, it’s the first day of vacation! Finally I can get into the holiday spirit!
I was lucky enough to have lunch with Jean-Georges Vongerichten the other day for a boozy holiday celebration sponsored by Bon Appetit. Yes I get around.
Three more days until a four day weekend and eating until we pass out on the closest available flat surface. Bring. it. on.
When you live alone, or are expecting just one or two guests to your cozy home for Thanksgiving dinner, you don’t need to cook an entire turkey.
We have less than two weeks until Thanksgiving. Time to start planning out dinner.