How’s that for superlatives? Sometimes you need a cocktail that can be sipped from a tea mug. Especially once the weather’s turned crisp and the days turn abruptly into night. On those days you…
There’s no denying it. Here are the days when lights need to be flicked on before dinnertime, when socks need to be added to bare feet, when getting into bed in the evening means…
This post is for all of you. But it’s also for me. Every year at around this time, I endeavor to make a perfect apple crumble that lives up to my expectations of fallish…
James grew up with an Italian mama with a particular prowess for pasta dinners and I promise you there are weeks when I have to remind him that one cannot subsist on pasta alone.…
Like most of the recipes that I bother to share in this space, this is less of a guideline and more of a plea. A plea to get yourself to a farmers’ market (or…
My very favorite part of summer produce are the heirloom tomatoes. No doubt I’m not alone in this. I can eat a juicy summer tomato in the same way I eat a peach—teeth breaking…
I’m working on a story for Gardenista this week that features cardamom and I’ll admit I’ve kept my little glass jar of the pods next to my computer as I’ve typed. Cardamom as muse,…
After having spent the last week loafing in front of the fire and squatting on my haunches under the Christmas tree, rifling through unwrapped presents for chocolates, I’m back in Brooklyn, ready to start…
A few weeks ago, James and I clambered out onto my sister’s fifth-floor fire escape and festooned the spindly iron rails with cedar and pine and boxwood in the name of December and the holidays and…
Thoughts on soup, strung together. Long winter nights are good for looking at neighbors. Not in a nosy way. At least not especially. Two nights ago, I sat on the couch tapping out a…