I will start out by acknowledging that this is, in no way, an authentic bowl of pho. But, that doesn’t mean it’s not delicious.
I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to share my recipe for shakshuka, since it’s a staple in our home, one we make a few times a month, for breakfast and, most often, for dinner. I’m sure you must know about shakshuka, right? Ottolenghi made the dish famous in 2012 with the publication of…
I hope the first meal plan I shared last week was helpful! This recipe for Huevos Divorciados is on the menu for tonight, but of course, you could make it any time. It’s traditionally served at breakfast, and it’s inspired by a trip to Puerto Vallarta from a few years ago. The last week of…
I’m hoping to remedy the lack of new recipes appearing here, because I have several great recipes to share with you, new ones that have emerged from a new necessity to make meal-planning and preparation a little easier, less time-consuming and good for Theo.
I fully intended to share this recipe before last weekend, but the week took some unexpected turns. Last Tuesday, two days before my due date, I somehow managed to fall off one of the bar stools in our kitchen, mostly catching myself on one knee and the side of my face. Although my belly didn’t…
When I was about 13, my Dad got stationed in the Northeast, teaching ROTC at MIT and Harvard. Instead of living in Boston, he settled in Portsmouth, an idyllic little New England town on New Hampshire’s tiny stretch of coast. My parents had just separated, and so for the next few years my brother and…
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 dough at home. What is the worst thing that could happen? It might not be perfect the first time, but you’ll get better at it.…
Two weeks ago, I turned 40. If you’ve been reading along, you’ll know that I had planned to be biking through Vietnam on that day, but we had to cancel the trip. Instead, Elie made sure I was spoiled. I went to a yoga class with Mom, got pampered at the spa, spent time in…
I was eight when I got my first diary. A small, red leather book clasped with a gold lock, sitting under the Christmas tree. I wrote faithfully in that diary each night before bed, with the worries of a young girl’s mind. From that time on, I’ve collected dozens of journals, filled with my thoughts,…
It’s such a treat to have my Mom and Granny staying with us this week. We’ve cooked and baked, gone antiquing, window shopped, and sat around reminiscing. These times are precious, the moments that you’d like to capture and suspend in time. I’ve always found the best conversations in life happen in the kitchen or…