It’s funny the food memories that imprint in your mind and never dim. I first had a version of this kale salad at Gjelina in August of 2011. My dear friend, McKenzie, and I were fresh out of our dietetic internship at Bastyr and we road tripped from San Francisco to Los Angeles with Elie, two years before Elie and I were married. It was one of those magical trips that could never be replicated. We were all at a place and time in our lives that necessitated a trip like this–a trip of friendship, filled with days on road, lots of singing and laughter and good food.
When you visit the Old City of Jerusalem, walk through the entrance to the Muslim quarter and follow the sloped path through the spice vendors and past the shops selling…
I know everyone has moved on to pumpkins and fall sweaters, but our farmers market this past weekend still held tightly to the last lingering days of summer, with mountains…
If you start the pizza dough right now, you could be eating this for dinner tonight. When I’m teaching classes, many people tell me they are afraid of making pizza…
We were supposed to be leaving for Vietnam tomorrow, on a luxury biking tour with Butterfield & Robinson. Instead of packing today, I’m in Vancouver and getting ready to head…
The end of this Christmas season and the beginning of a brand new year launches me into excessive self-reflection, leaving me equal parts joyful, thankful and sad. Joyfulness for the…
I almost didn’t write this post. The topic of easy holiday entertaining sounded trite to me, and maybe even a little pompous. Because really, holiday entertaining can be stressful. Especially…
There are moments when I’m awed at how beautiful life with Elie has become. Last weekend, standing in my sunny kitchen listening to the sound of laughter surround me, I…
I want to warn you that this post starts with sadness, in case you need to save this reading for another time. But, it ends with friendship and a recipe.
I don’t know why my childhood holds such vivid memories of pimiento cheese. Mom didn’t make it often, so I mostly indulged at church potlucks and in the homes of…