Pomato Revival

This is what I dug out of the fridge and pantry this week: Semolina flour, purchased two years ago during a flurry of enthusiasm over all things Bob’s Red Mill. Due to expire this month. Found under a pile of tablecloths in the pantry. A mushy sweet potato, ready for the trash if I don’t [...]

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My mom has never been creative in the kitchen. She’d be the first person to tell you: she just doesn’t know how to “invent” recipes. I hated this growing up. It meant the same rotation of meals for dinner, the same desserts at holidays. Even if she wasn’t doing the inventing, introducing a new recipe [...]

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I spent all last week, from Monday night to Friday, plopped on my couch. It was one of those weeks you daydream about when you’re insanely busy: “If only I could stay home and forget everything, take naps, and watch Netflix on my cozy couch while everyone else runs the rat race.” Only, when that [...]

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Whenever I see a mound of pizza dough I’m reminded of a random afternoon when I was about four. We were in the Poconos. My mom was kneading dough for homemade pizzas and I was going through a phase where I was obsessed with eating raw food. Raw pasta, raw sausage, raw dough…I’d sneak bites [...]

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I’m in a pantry raid kind of mood. These cupboards are so full, and yet every couple of weeks I stare at them, then over at the fridge, trying to justify takeout. There’s so much stuff lurking in the back corners of our kitchen, tucked behind coffee beans and tomato sauce, that I don’t even [...]

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It seems I’m never home on weekends. I don’t even know what I do—not summery things like swimming or camping. The weeks just come and go and I can’t remember what I did with my time. When people ask on Monday how my weekend was, I look back at the blur of days and say, [...]

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Here’s something you may not know about me: I’m a crazy, smothery, smoochy, obsessed aunt. My niece Sofia just turned one, and from the moment the party planning began I kept trying to figure out a way to sneak some of my baking into the day. It’s not that I wanted to crash the party [...]

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For 29 years, I haven’t known what to do with artichokes. This is embarrassing, considering I spent my childhood hooked on them. I’d fight my brothers for the stems when my mom cooked them; invent new methods for peeling the meat off the leaves so I could brag to my cousins—it was always a secret, [...]

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I’ve told you about The Owl’s Nest and I’ve told you about my husband’s ridiculous improv cooking skills. So it shouldn’t be a surprise that when you put them together, amazing things happen. The only way to cook at the Owl is to put food over fire. I guess you could boil things too, but [...]

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  I’ve been thinking of all the ways I’d tell you about The Owl’s Nest, but every time I start it doesn’t give it justice. So I figured I’d just take you there. Imagine a place in the woods where time stands still. Once you arrive you lose all sense of when you got there, [...]

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