It’s the dark days I remember most from when I was Paige’s age. The ones like today where the house would take on a greyness, as if the angry rain clouds outside were threatening to burst into our warm, dry home. Sometimes we’d put on a light, and the yellow pall it cast was...
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When I opened the door to let the dogs out early this morning, I was smacked with chilly air. Not winter cold, but brisk enough to send me retreating to the comfort of the couch farthest from my open living room windows. I wrapped my fuzzy green blanket around me and started reading. Against...
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From this angle, you can see the lettuce piled high on whole grain bread and perhaps a hint of the ruby exterior of the lower half of a French breakfast radish. And if you look closely, you can see the not-too-thick, not-too-thin layer of easy egg salad for one. This sandwich takes mere minutes...
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Confession: I was kind of picky as a child. I’m not anymore, but when I was young, my list of things that I wouldn’t eat was extensive, including whole cuisines and categories of food. It’s a wonder anyone put up with me. But even when I was young, really good cooking could sway me...
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Some times I catch myself saying things I don’t really mean. Like “No, you finish the last bite of the ooey-gooey delicious dessert, I’m fine” or “Sure! Lasagna sounds great!” But the times that just shock me are when I find myself mechanically saying something I said as a child that’s no longer true...
Read more →These eggs remind me of summer. Sweet fresh tomatoes are encircled with the brilliant flavor of fresh basil. There’s slightly sweet roasted garlic, which I have been obsessed with lately, blended with rich heavy cream — a nod to winter. And the warmth of the baked dish make it perfect for a chilly morning....
Read more →When I look at this photo, all I can think is good morning. It’s so inviting. All the contrasting textures and flavors … Wait. Let me tell you about it. Looking is one thing, but hearing is a whole other. The simple roasted potatoes — both russet and sweet varieties — seasoned only with...
Read more →The first time I set foot on Barnard College’s campus, I fell instantly in love. At the time, I was living near Lincoln Center, amid the hustle-bustle of the city. I loved that area, and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. But when I emerged from the subway at 116th Street, it was like walking...
Read more →Over the past few years, I have made a big effort to eat breakfast. And lately, that has turned into an effort to eat a good, nutritious breakfast. Somewhere along the way, I stopped hating most eggs, and started really enjoying them in a variety of forms. But I couldn’t seem to get on...
Read more →In the summertime, we eat only fresh tomatoes — tiny ones that the kids pick directly from the vines on our backyard. Giant heirlooms from local organic farms. Red ones, orange ones, yellow ones and green ones … Sometimes it’s just plain. Sometimes with a little sprinkle of salt. Sometimes with cheese and vinaigrette....
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