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Now that I have a baby, I miss my mom more than ever. Chicken cacciatore soup helps bring back great memories of mom and me. My mom and I are extremely close. She’s caring, loving, funny and protective. She taught me to be strong but cautious, to love your family and friends but always put […]
When E and I were in the Dominican Republic last month, we did our fair share of island-inspired cooking. We whipped up shrimp curry a few times, paella with spiny lobster (which you could find down there simply by swimming out a few yards from shore), and pasta with fresh local vegetables. Our favorite dish was a […]
My nephews headed back to school this week, as many other kids have done or are prepping to in the coming weeks. For me, it brings back memories of new clothes, Trapper Keepers, and lunchboxes stuffed with mom’s homemade sandwiches.
Fried chicken is having a moment. Shake Shack has people clucking after the chain added a deee-licious fried chicken sandwich to its menu. Momofuku just opened a fried chicken shop in the East Village. I would not be surprised of the sale of home fryers was also on the rise. Or, at least, vegetable oil.
As soon as I read the news Shake Shack was launching fried chicken sandwiches, I made a pivotal decision. Lunch would be in Brooklyn.
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.
Yes, it took me two weeks to get this right. But boy was it worth it.
Spinach. I went there. E didn’t come with me.
It’s Super Bowl season, y’all! Did you guys catch the games this weekend? I mean……
I’ve done five versions of banh mi sandwiches since I started this blog. I guess I really love cilantro or something.
Day three of arepas. Today, a quick lunch for E and I.
What does your ideal day look like?
After all of the debate, I ended up staying home on Super Bowl Sunday.
From failure comes education—I learned a quick little trick from my dinner fail the other night.
Rating: E is obsessed with Japan.
Saturday nights used to be for dinners out and club hopping. But I do enough of that during the week for my day job at The New York Post. Now—nesting with my boyfriend in my mid-30s—Saturday nights are for roasting chicken.
Hump day. Halfway to the weekend, which is time for one of my favorite fall weekend activities: watching football.
Sunday afternoon. Me. Football. TV. Heaven. Sunday afternoon. E. Computer. Office. Heaven.
I’ve been trying to make this sandwich for two weeks! Finally, I got my ‘wich together!
I have never fried chicken before. My mother fried it on occasion, but I can’t remember a time when she made any for Dad and I after 1994, when she was working nights, and I went on this kick where everything I ate was stir fried.
Vacation over. Back to reality.
During the Oregon Trail portion of our trip, activities will include summer snowboarding (!) at Mt. Hood, kitesurfing in the Columbia River Gorge and more wine tasting.
I scored a major victory at home today. I got E to eat kale!
Continuing with our bun series from this weekend, I bring you the chicken teriyaki version. These are what I call your perfect lazy summer afternoon snack.
