What’s this I hear about some fantastic bowl thing happening this weekend? I don’t know much about it, but I guess it’s supposed to be super? Some sort of super cup, or maybe it’s a bowl, during which people yell … wait! there’s more…
Look at this fanciness! Sometimes it’s fun to be French and fancy. And then add sprinkles. I first made macarons in pastry school, and I remember being surprised and actually a little bit disappointed at just how simple they are … wait! there’s more…
Eating grapefruit reminds me of my sister, Emily. Hi, Em. Emily likes to eat grapefruit with sugar. Or rather, she likes to eat sugar with a bit of grapefruit underneath. At least, she did as a six-year-old. When Casey and … wait! there’s more…
It’s Sunday and the weather channel tells us that, here in New York City, it feels like eleven degrees outside. Eleven degrees. Farenheit. Soup? Soup. Days like today make your eyes water, your breath puff, your curled fingers brittle and … wait! there’s more…
Ooey gooey. Sticky icky. roley poley doughey ohey puffy uffy BREAKFAST ROLLS! How obvious would you say it is that I work with three-year-olds? These buns. Rolls. Cinnamon-glazed to sticky icky. They’re soft and appley and homemade. We make the … wait! there’s more…
This is a salad. That is correct. Sure, it gets drizzled with truffle oil, sprinkled with strong cheese and topped with fried shallots… but! Technically, salad. I mean, there are vegetables in this thing and you eat it with a … wait! there’s more…
Happy New Year! Two-thousand twelve. Twenty-twelve. Two zero one two. Too much math, frankly. Rumor has it this is going to be an awesome year. A shoulders-back, two-feet-in-the-water, go-out-and-grab-it year. Two-thousand twelve. You in? Maybe we should start with some … wait! there’s more…