Cold Sesame Noodle Salad
You know those days where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and then you’re out of conditioner? The ones where you step in a dirty puddle at the bus stop in open-toed shoes? And then you … wait! there’s more…
You know those days where you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and then you’re out of conditioner? The ones where you step in a dirty puddle at the bus stop in open-toed shoes? And then you … wait! there’s more…
A salad! On January 3rd. …So? I never claimed to be original. It’s true though, isn’t it? You’re eating more healthfully today. You’re putting those cookie days behind you, for a moment, anyway, and focusing on feeling good in 2013. … wait! there’s more…
Well. Are we ready? Are our pie doughs made and our turkeys brined and our cranberries good and sauced? Are our potatoes peeled? Are our pant-waists elasticized? It’s time. It’s time for too much pie and wine and family. Time … wait! there’s more…
Today, a salad. Because in exactly one week I will be 28 years old and, on a day like that, salad is not going to cut it. On that particular and quickly approaching day, some sort of chocolate/peanut butter/more chocolate … wait! there’s more…
I’m not usually one to buy turnips at the farmer’s market, especially during the summer when my eyes are easily taken by all of the other beauties of the season — fuzzy peaches, ruby raspberries, fat tomatoes, squash blossoms. Show … wait! there’s more…
Certain events unfolded over the weekend which left me feeling, what’s the word? Oh, awful. And by “certain events,” I mean “margaritas,” and by “awful” I mean “terrible.” So, so terrible. Naturally, this tequila-induced Awfulness lead to a declaration on … wait! there’s more…
I did Passover a little differently this year. I did it on the west coast, for one, and I did it without the usual crowd — no Aunt Lissie, Mom, Dad, sisters, original girl cousins, or any other east coast … 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…
As I sit here on my bed, otherwise known as my office, Sunday light streaming through my window and Sam Cooke bopping from my speakers, I can’t think what to write. My toes are tapping and I want to go … wait! there’s more…
Excuse me? Yes, um, hi. Sorry to bother you, but there seems to be, um… there’s bread in this salad. Also, there’s no lettuce. In the salad. Yep. It’s true. There is bread, and I mean hunking cubes of baguette, … wait! there’s more…