Articles published in 2011.
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If greens are the new black then tacos are the new cupcakes. You remember. That seminal “Sex and the City” episode with Magnolia Bakery was an auspicious moment in cupcake history. Spawning ultra-expensive designer cupcake stores culminatin
If greens are the new black then tacos are the new cupcakes. You remember. That seminal “Sex and the City” episode with Magnolia Bakery was an auspicious moment in cupcake history. Spawning ultra-expensive designer cupcake stores culminatin
CHOCOLATE! HAZELNUT! EGGNOG! PIE! You need no more words. Chocolate Hazelnut Eggnog Pie Adapted from Bryant Terry Ingredients Your favorite pie crust – I used vegan puff pastry Filling ¾ cup So Delicious Coconut Nog (I cannot get enough of
“May you live in interesting times.” So goes the [allegedly] Chinese curse. This adage leaves me constantly vacillating between clarity and skepticism. Is it really a curse? Is it truly better to live a life of measured mellowness? Or will
Its almost Thanksgiving Eve. Your friends are posting about baking marathons, turkey frying woes and “the best stuffing” wars on Facebook. You? You still haven’t decided on what to bring to your potluck and Homer Simpson’s “You don’t win fr
ACCORDING TO CONGRESS, THERE ARE TWO VEGETABLES ON THIS PLATE.
Come on. You have one. Me? I don’t have one. Not at all….I’m a playa. I have a lot of them. And let me say that Leah H. is one of them. Check out this bad ass photo and let me hear you say “no doubt.” (Let’s pretend that that’s a toothpick
In a Facebook exchange asking my friends for fiction recommendations, (I fear that reading fiction has been elevated/relegated(?) to “bucket list” level for me) a few people could not help but recommend a nonfiction book, Seabiscuit. It got
When I was living in NY, my train was the F train, which rivals only the L train on mentions in Missed Connections. The “Flirty Train” it was known then {gag}. And urban legend had it that if you want some 15 minutes of blind ad fame on Cra
I’m a fan of one pot meals. Who isn’t?
I write this on a Sunday, on a plane ride back home from a business trip that overtook my weekend. A Sunday I begrudgingly gave to “work.”
And there it is. And I didn’t know it at the time. Like so many “lasts.” The next thing I knew, I needed a sweater in the early morning. Its dark at 7:30. Hot baths feel good again. I start to smell cinnamon and nutmeg in the air.
First World Problems: It May Not Be What You Think It Is
This is a thinly disguised gratuitous declaration of love for my food exchange group. And a case for YOU to start one.
Apologies if your search engine mistakenly led you here as you were looking to beat George Hamilton at his own game. But, don’t fret, it is a fortunate misdirection. Because now you can enjoy cookies without dealing with a hot oven. A feat
If you are old enough to have lived through Tech Bubble 1.0 (a.k.a. “the dot-com bubble” – who even uses the word dot-com anymore?!), you know what I’m talking about (and you also know what hampsterdance is).
[Warning: This dives deep into my tech strategy consulting psyche so if you just want the whiskey recipe – it is Friday after all - command-down arrow]
And such is my loving relationship with that word. Come on. Have you heard anyone who was actually, truly what “classy” aspires to describe say that word? As Guy Kawasaki said, its like bragging that you’re modest. There you have it. As soo
Sometimes it all gets a little bit much. And we’ve all felt that way. I have found, during these times, the drive towards catharsis escalates.
If I weren’t so lazy, I would consult AP Style on the best way to write that title. But does it really matter in the post-modern blog writing world? Does a Creative Commons License impute a creative license? And while we’re asking such exis
Kick me for the cliche. My writing teacher would circle it and write C-L-I-C-H-E in big red letters. My writer friends would flinch. Groupon will never hire me. But its late and I want to post this before I go to bed. It was either that or
We’ve all had our revenge fantasies. From the “involuntary” schadenfreude to the out and out Sesame Street-style “what would happen if I pop this balloon..?” But the best revenge is always the sweet kind. Which brings me to this cake. I can
Cookito Ergo Saxum. I cook therefore I rock. Descartes be damned.
Bill Flanagan takes a moment to chat with me and Leah Smith of the Pennsylvania Association for Sustainable Agriculture (PASA) on the region’s local food movement.
NO. This is not about those kinds served in Long Island and don’t say “Arizona” and “Iced Tea” in one sentence in my presence. Unless you are actually enduring heat in Arizona, drinking iced tea, and not the kind from a gas station grocery
Don’t believe the hype. It IS easy being green. Start by eating local once a week and reduce plastic packaging, CO2 emissions, fuel consumption….and that poor carrot had to travel over 1800 miles to get to your plate! Instead, go to your fa
Went to the library this past weekend and took out three books: Everyday Harumi, The Japanese Kitchen and Momofuku. Everyday Harumi and Momofuku are making the transition to my Amazon shopping cart.
Sunday at our house is Pancake Day. And there is nothing better (or at least we think so!) than our house pancakes. This is one of the two I always make.
Last week was a bust. But it ended with a splash (of icing) at The Midwife Center‘s Let Them Eat Cake fundraiser. About 300 people lined up to admire and taste 40 delicious cakes. I have never seen so many adults on a sugar high. Made for a
Its Cinco de Mayo. And this recipe has nothing to do with it. I say that because I fear the Mexican equivalent of the A.O.C. if I claim otherwise. While this is not in any way, shape, or form, claiming to be a version of Oaxacan mole, consi
This week was a tough one. Literally wall-to-wall meetings — and I say that without exaggeration. I lived on green smoothies that I boldly took to meetings in clear mason jars. Naked for everyone to see. There was no hiding it. “Is that pai
I love GOOD Magazine. The illustration above is by Will Etling, one of Good’s regular contributors. I LOVE IT. I want a poster of it. Someone get it for me. It kind of encapsulates the magazine’s aesthetic and approach. I always say between
I know. I know. I promised I would be gentle. And here I go, not even a month along and I’m already posting about tempeh. Wait, wait. Before you throw your hands up in “I-knew-she-was-going-to-go-all-vegan-granola-on-me” disbelief and close
This recipe was an accident. I declare that because — while tempting — it would be absolutely disingenuous to take full culinary credit. It is dangerous. I can eat this whole thing in one sitting.
It is very easy to create metaphors between love and food. Food is divine – an appetizing allegory for love – which is definitely and infinitely delectable. Both are visceral, encompassing and intellectually impossible to reduce down to the
I don’t think I need to write a long preamble to mac and cheese.
Yeah. My kids have gotten that look. From strangers. From friends. From relatives. Each time they are not allowed that second piece of party cake. Each time the m&m’s people hand out to them are substituted with Sunspire Dots…And that time,
I haven’t posted in a while. Temporary single-parenting stints and multiple travel bouts in succession have resulted in what feels like a perpetual game of catch-up with routine. Now that summer has started in full force, I feel like I’m fi
I don’t know about you but I think “easy as pie” makes as much sense as “working like a dog.” All my dog ever did was lay down, cuddle, wait to be fed and played with. I never saw her work a day in her life. And that’s nothing compared to d
Cinnamon. Nutmeg. Cloves. It seems like as soon as fall season hits, these spices find their way to the front of my spice rack. It’s the delicious aroma of fall.
October. The first real breath of fall. The air is crisp. The leaves are starting to turn. Summer’s bright white hue changes to a spectrum of browns, reds, rust, orange and yellow…And I start to yearn for winter squash.
I guess that belies my age. Although I have never seen the commercial, I must confess I’ve seen enough Steven Segal movies to know who Kelly LeBrock is. Blame it on the fact that I grew up with my brothers and cousins whom together added up
I don’t think that “haste makes waste” is always necessarily true. I think sometimes, it becomes an opportunity for unplanned efficiencies. That’s what happened to me the other day. Distracted by a conversation of cascading causalities fixa
As you can see that is a picture of my 5-year old son, juicing. Now, this is not some staged photo-op. He asks to juice. He loves it. Granted, his Green Lemonade is less green than orange, although, everyday his tolerance for the “green par
Time and again, my body would crave for food that is fresh and alive. In the summer, we try to have raw food as much as we can. In the winter, when warming food is most attractive to me and I have it constantly — after a long stretch, I get
Trust me on tempeh. I know tempeh is one of those great dividers — that qualifier in your head that puts people left of the crunchy left. I must confess that this recipe was my rite of passage. I made tempeh once, years ago, to horrific res
(L) Photo of hospital food taken recently by my husband (R) Photo of school food taken by the Underground School Lunch Blogger.
Interesting graphic from Good Magazine that shows the changing prices of the food we eat.
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