This summer I’ve recreated some of my favorite childhood sweet treats, each with their own comfort chic twist! From s’mores decked out in milk chocolate bacon bars to cupcakes kissed with bourbon, fruit pies laced with ginger spice and avocado popsicles spiked with tequila, my food adventures may have been inspired by fond childhood memories, [...]
August 17th, 2010
Not so Mellow Jell-o
February 5th, 2010
Market Report: Take it Slow
February is—for me—the most singular month of the year. It’s short, it’s unforgiving with its wicked weather and romantic overtures, and it’s spelled with one of the most baffling “r’s” in the English language. It’s bitterly cold, often snowing, and work is in shorter supply (at least for those of us whose idea of work [...]
October 30th, 2009
Market Report: Don’t Play With Your Food
My first crush was Jason. Jason was way too cool for school, and way too impressed with boy toys to notice my bouncing blonde curls. An example: in second grade I brought in one of those glitter wands filled with purple sparkles and twirled it like a baton during show-and-tell. Jason fell asleep at his [...]
October 23rd, 2009
Market Report: Sniffles & Truffles
It happens every year. After six blissful months during which I almost forget that I have sinuses, a little bit of blustery weather comes along and boom, it’s back – that persistently annoying if not terribly severe, stuffy-runny-nose common cold. It’s nothing to miss work over, certainly not swine flu, but [...]
October 9th, 2009
Market Report: Figs & Newton
On a particularly gusty evening last week, I decided to forgo my typical “cooking for one” expedition, to browse the aisles and hunt for dinner inspiration at Gourmet Garage, and instead, took a gander through my pantry to see what I could whip together from what I already had on hand. I had leftover veggies [...]
July 28th, 2009
In The Buff
I’m in The Buff. No, I’m not naked. That photo is meant only as a ploy to get you reading about processed food. The truth is, I’m spending the week with my Mamma and celebrating my cousin Frankie’s high school graduation in my hometown of Buffalo, New York. Affectionately donned, “B-lo” or “Buff” when I’m [...]
September 11th, 2008
Strawberry Fields (forever)
I go home for a few weeks every summer. This year I broke it up into two smaller visits, which meant I’d be there first for my family reunion and later for my next-door neighbor’s wedding, a.k.a. first for strawberry season and later for tomato season! Both family events were drama-filled excuses to dress up [...]
March 16th, 2008
Chef’s Parm
I had a big birthday. First my Dad came into town, then my Mamma. Now I’m left with an empty apartment and hunger pains for home. As a Buffalonian the answer is obvious: Spaghetti Parmesan.
As my father had to remind me constantly when my middle school comrades would copy my outfits and try to perfect [...]
February 1st, 2008
Wings and Things
I’m from Buffalo, a town where wings and football are things of reverence and proud reputation (though the football bit often leaves something to be desired). Buff, as I affectionately refer to her, is home to nearly half my relatives, all my oldest friends, the best bar food the world over, and a huge obesity problem (pun [...]
December 30th, 2007
Lots o’ Latkes
I may be a half-breed, but I am wholly in love with potato pancakes. My Mamma, the Jew, makes them every year for my Dad’s fam, the gentiles. Identity crises aside, they’ve come to taste like holidays to us all and are perfect when made miniature and passed around to snack on before Christmas dinner…or [...]
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