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May is So Delicious SO MUCH TO LOVE Month!
This soup ain’t fancy pretty but it sure is yummy.
Now my experience has shown me that appetizers and starters are almost always more interesting than entrees. And once again, it is true in this case. I love cucumber soda. A mix of cucumber juice (not through a juicer, but pureed in a Vitam
The recipe below is really about the sauce. It’s a simple basic Japanese Noodles base called Mentsuyu. It is a mixture of konbu broth, soy sauce, mirin and sugar. You can make this sauce in bulk and store it in your fridge to dress any vege
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
These peppers are Shisito peppers and if that question’s answer was in Scoville units, this would be a 0 or 1. (Answer: NOT). The Scoville is an organoleptic test that measures the heat or capsaicin content of peppers. (Really, I just wante
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
Herbes de Provence and Cornbread. Definitely an unexpected and unlikely coupling but I assure you are the most suprisingly compatible things.
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
This weekend, we’ll hit the first day of the last month of summer. It’s that time of year when we all should really, really take it easy. Try to go slow. Savor the long days of sunshine.
It’s happening tomorrow! Verde is going all-vegan! And its going to be amazing!
Let’s talk peaches. Are you thinking dessert? Think again, buster.
I have a confession. I’m a member of a group with a certain, um, proclivity. It’s not unique. Everyone has these particular fantasies. We just go one step further and make these fantasies reality. Then we take photos and share it with every
Originally published on Pittsburgh Magazine
“Here we are in a situation approaching fantasy…in agreeing to a rendezvous, the two accomplices lead us to an unexpected pleasure garden…The scent is ravishing… the duo throb(s) with life.” What? No. I’m not reading a “novel” with Fabio on
Originally published on Pittsburgh Magazine
I would say the first seeds of this video project were planted 15 years ago during my first summer in Brooklyn. I had a mile walk from the subway to my apartment and I looked forward to it every evening. I walked a long stretch under the ca
Its 10 o’clock. Do you know where your brownies are? That’s the question that confronted me last night as I bolted to the kitchen, hyperventilating, realizing, that NO, I didn’t know where my brownies are. And I had an excruciating craving
During the season, I tend to like my fruits with as little embellishment as possible. When I say embellishment, I mean sugar. They are so fresh and sparklingly pretty that its a pleasure enough to enjoy them unadorned. But of course, it hel
We’ve hit it. Summer Solstice. 93 degrees. Heat index 100. Cooking is a bad word. RAW is good. Now while these rolls are technically not 100% raw (the rice had to be turned into paper rolls at some point!), let’s not split hairs. You will n
May is So Delicious SO MUCH TO LOVE Month! What does that mean? So Delicious is having a weekly contest with each week themed Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Snack/Dessert. My recipes are finalists in three categories and I will post them as they
I figured I can’t pay a straight up St. Patrick’s Day homage without putting some “fusion” into the mix. Really, the extent of this tribute is that it uses cabbage — more often associated with Irish cooking than anything I know of except ma
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
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
This is a thinly disguised gratuitous declaration of love for my food exchange group. And a case for YOU to start one.
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).
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
I have so much reverence for the craft of making bread and have utter respect for the talented artisans that make them. To me, it seems like the most meditative baking ritual, and only those blessed with the innate intuition would know how
Fiddling with mashed potatoes sounds like a Rube Goldberg exercise, but, dear reader, to come up with a way to liberate it from the confines of a table and fork setting, to be enjoyed wherever we please – this is a necessary complication.
Raise your hands if you have picky kids!
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