Somehow, over the span of my 15+ years calling north Jersey my home, I never watched The Sopranos.
Pecorino
Spring Snow Days (ft. lots of kale and eggs)
Brussels Sprout and Farro Gratin
Last year around this time, I was regaling you all with my Christmastime sausage habits. Don’t worry, the sausage addiction is very much alive and well – I made kale and sausage stew on Sunday night and I have several varieties in the freezer, ready to be broken out at a moment’s notice.
Kale, Farro & Prosciutto Salad
There is perhaps nothing more luxurious than being a lady (or fella) who lunches. An LWL, if you will.
Spring Lasagna
Today is my birthday, and for years, that meant I got to eat ribs and birthday cake.
Housewarming + A Recipe
I love throwing parties. If I had a truly disposable income and an untiring pool of friends, I’d throw a party a month.
Stewed White Beans with Farro
Pumpkin & Ricotta Ravioli
I bought a pasta maker with a gift certificate from last Christmas. Almost a year later, I’m finally using it. So. Typical.
Produce & Productivity: Summer Salad Dressings
Listen up, y’all. I have something important to say. Just because it’s Sunday and you’re all alone, that doesn’t mean you can’t make yourself a Sunday night feast. And just because it’s 90 degrees and brutal outside, that doesn’t mean your feast can’t include a roast chicken. I won’t let any of that stop me. No way, no how. Either way I’m roasting a chicken. (You can expect this to be the title of my first memoir.)
Pasta Alla Carbonara
What feels like a month ago forever ago, I took a cooking class with my dad, good ole Chris, at the Brooklyn Kitchen (otherwise known as that place that takes all my money every time I go in). I took him there as a Christmas present, so the class choice was all his to make. Brooklyn Kitchen has so many different classes to choose from and they’re constantly changing. Some stay the same due to popularity, like the Roberta’s pizza making class. Chris didn’t feel the need to attend that one because the recipe is online and he’s already mastered it, so he doesn’t need anyone to teach it to him. (I’ll back him up – my dad makes mad good pizzas, y’all.) If you’ve ever met him, you’ll probably know that he loves Rome from that one time he visited. And you’ll probably also know that on that visit, he had the best pasta alla carbonara ever at this small, hole-in-the-wall, local place. So when we saw there was a February Taste of Rome class in which we would make carbonara (as well as amatriciana* and cacio e pepe), my dad was sold. We were going.
A Pinch of This 