This week will go down in history as the week that Jared and I ate our weight in vegetables. OK, not really. But we made a mighty impressive effort, if I do say so myself. It all started with that veggie-filled garden minestrone soup earlier this week. Then there was Valentine’s Day dinner, which consisted…
Project NYT: Parmesan crackers, no boxes allowed
In the short while since I started this blog, the words made from scratch have taken on such new meaning to me. It’s no longer just about following a recipe or venturing beyond the boxed cake mix. Rather, it’s about taking even the simplest of foods and reducing them to their bare bones ingredients: the…
Winterizing summer favorites: Spanish roasted potato salad
My Grandpa Smith is a jack-of-all-trades sort of guy. A general contractor by profession, he’s been building houses for years and years and knows his way around pretty much any tool or project that Bob Vila could throw at him. When I was 10 years old, he built an amazing set of furniture for my…
No bake? No problem.
Do you remember the first time you ate a no-bake cookie? When I was little, my mom could whip up oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip cookies and snickerdoodles so fluffy you’d think they were pillows (really, my friends were always mega impressed when I pulled them out of my lunchbox), but no-bake cookies were never her…
Eat your vegetables
When I was a freshman in college, one of the dining halls (Eva J’s — woot, woot!) periodically served up one of my all-time favorite vegetables, though every time I slid my tray to this veggie-filled hot spot with balls of greeny goodness overflowing from the warming dishes, I got the distinct impression that I…
We might be giants
When I was a little girl, no food seemed quite as fancy as tiny hors d’oeuvres served on big platters. The is probably largely because we only did hors d’oeuvres for special occasions (i.e. Christmas and New Year’s Eve), so the presence of tiny food meant happy holidays, late nights, pretty clothes and sparkling cider….