A light dinner after some heavy digging into one’s past.
My musings on birthdays, center-of-attention stress and soul-nourishing pasta.
When I cook, I think. Lately, I’ve been thinking about the strange bittersweetness of leaving the life I’ve made for myself in Boston, to walk back to the life I was born into in Seattle.
I make quiche because my mom makes quiche.
While most schools have done away with home economics completely, I credit a lot of my love for food to the Culinary Arts classes I took during high school.
From a young age, I’d decided to be dramatically opposed to chicken at all times, especially when it arrived at our kitchen table in still-obviously-a-chicken form. Then I moved to Italy.
Cooking is hard. But cooking creatively is even harder. To make things easier, here are 11 of my go-to weeknight dinner recipes. Bon appetit!