YOU GUYS. I’m back with the Meyer lemons again. I can’t stop won’t stop singing their praises, it seems. But the things a Meyer lemon can bring! So many wondrous and enchanting and damn good things. Things like lemon almond … wait! there’s more…
For you! Just in time for Valentine’s Day. I’m setting you up with a date. I saw that eye roll, missy. Don’t worry! This date won’t be boring or bland or jealous of your Days-Of-The-Week underpants. Nope. This date is … wait! there’s more…
There’s an old man who sits in my local coffee shop all day. I probably didn’t notice him the first few times I ran in for a latte, but I bet he was there. He’s always there. Reading a newspaper … 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…
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…
Just in case! You might be hosting some friends on New Year’s, and you might need to feed them some little somethings. These roasted figs are some somethings to get behind. They’re easy and elegant, salty and sweet and a … wait! there’s more…
It’s beginning to look a lot like cookies. Buttery pistachio ones. Just trying to make Santa happy. Can you imagine what he might bring you if you left these out for him by the chimney alongside a nice glass of … wait! there’s more…
Well, they did it. Last weekend, two of my best friends in the world got married (hooray for Mr. and Mrs. Smooth!), and then threw one hell of a party. It was a fancy affair; I made an appointment to … wait! there’s more…
Hey, honeycakes. What? I’m into cakes this week. Are you not? You are. It being the eve of Rosh Hashana and all, I thought I’d bake you an apple honey cake, to help you ring in a sweet new year. … wait! there’s more…
Well, it’s the first of September. Which, as you may or may not know, means two things. Number one: I am officially 25 years old. Number two: I survived the first real milestone of my culinary education – the midterm. … wait! there’s more…