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Here we go. Another Valentine’s Day. But this year, it’s with my HUSBAND. That should mean something, right? That should mean that we should go all out, right? Book a dinner reservation at that overpriced restaurant with the snooty maitre’d and the methuselah of Cristal on the menu and eat mediocre overrpiced surf-and-turf and roll […]
What do you call ramps that you have dug out of the trash because you accidentally threw away the good parts? Re-foraged ramps!
Some sandwiches take me outside of the kitchen. Like this Brazilian sandwich, the Bauru. It reminds me of beaches, jeeps and sand dunes.
Mmmm beet hummus. With roasted sweet peppers.
I love beets. I don’t care about its freaky bodily affects. Bring on the beet hummus! Purple pee be damned!
Easter is this weekend. Got me thinking about my holidays of yore. It was usually the end of Spring Break, so I wasn’t too happy about that.
E totally smoked me on the 300 macaron bake off. But he cheats! Ok, he doesn’t cheat. He just worked hard. He made six batches before getting the consistency right.
I’m back from a week of wine, chocolate, sandwiches, goose, eggnog and French Fries in Florida. Now it’s time for a reset!
Another easy-to-make condiment for sandwiches, one that can be made during strawberry season and beyond: strawberry balsamic jam.
I’ve learned to cook from two people. E and my good family friend, M.
Home for the holidays means so many things.
After weeks of preparation, testing recipes, tasting sandwiches, and even getting the best of the best sandwich ideas from you, loyal readers, I hate to disappoint you (and E)…. but I am TOO FULL from last night’s dinner to make a sandwich. Yup. #fail. But, once I digest last night’s meal, I might make E […]
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 […]
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, […]
This sandwich was so frustrating to make. Not because of its ingredients, but because E micro managed the entire process. I came up with the idea to have salmon cake sandwiches, but Mr. Wannabe Eric Freaking Ripert decides that salmon sandwiches wouldn’t be enough. We had to have swordfish.
E is not partial towards green vegetables. He loathes broccoli. “The devil’s vegetable,” he told me, adding if I ever dared cook it for him he would throw it at me. He also hates spinach–him and Popeye don’t share the same culinary preferences.
