Recipes
Make Lemonade
Back when I started this blog, I made a semi-conscious decision to not write about alcoholic beverages. I guess it seemed slightly bogus to be
Thanks Dad
My parents were divorced when I was very young. After my dad moved out, my sister and I would spend most weekends with him and
Clean-Out-the-Fridge Sweet & Spicy Vegetables
Do you ever have those days when all of a sudden you notice your fridge overflowing with greenery and panic about how on earth your
Two Smoothies
I clearly remember my first Jamba Juice. When I tasted that massively delicious fruity — and healthy! — concoction, I felt like I’d died and
Breakfast of Champions
The other morning, while I was trying to coax breakfast orders out of my groggy six- and nine-year-olds, my husband said, “When I was a
What I Learned as a Vegetarian
This post is long overdue. Well, as you know, Easter came — and with it a ridiculous brunch featuring bacon, ham, and several roasts. After
My New Favorite Thing
I almost didn’t get a photo of these because they were devoured so quickly. After polishing off most of the pile, my nine-year old son
Weirdly Satisfying Carrot Soup
As a kid, I loved Cup-a-Soup. Remember those red boxes of dehydrated noodles, cardboard chicken cubes, and powder? Of course the ingredients list includes some
Farro + Risotto = Farrotto
Since I raved about farro so much in my last post, I thought it would be a good idea to share this cleverly named recipe
Not-So-Basic Pantry Staples
Coming home from a trip is when I most appreciate having a well-stocked pantry. Sunday night, after a brutal 4 a.m. (lucky us, we got
Salmon With Sticky Rice
This is comfort food — not in the same sense as mac ‘n cheese of course, but anything sitting on top of a steaming bowl
You’ll Just Have to Trust Me on This One
I realize I risk losing all credibility by posting this recipe for Burundian Spinach Stew. Also, I have to be up front and admit that
Operation Rice Bowl
For the next 40 days, I am a vegetarian. This — giving up meat for Lent — has become a tradition of mine. It started
Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler
Mardi Gras in Denver is pretty lame. I mean, no parades, no hurricanes in to-go cups, and no ridiculously scrumptious late-night beignets from Cafe Du
French Women Do Eat White Bread
My mom likes to tell the story of how, when I was a toddler and we lived in France, she would buy a baguette at