Cooking Simplified
Cocktail recipes tend to bring out my worst kitchen vibes — they make me feel similar to the way I feel when encountering a complicated recipe with obscure ingredients (note: intimidated, annoyed, frustrated). Bitters? Egg whites? Liquid smoke? Pretty sure that’s a fire hazard and I’m not interested in confirming. But when I found out there …
I’ve been out of the kitchen for a long time – which is both a good thing and a bad thing. Good because I’ve been busy; I got to shake up months of endless winter weather with a quick trip to the south. Bad because eating the food I cook makes me feel centered and …
The world has seemed a bit out of sorts lately. I’ll spare you my personal woes, but in addition to a certain political shift, even the weather has been…confused. In the span of two weeks, NYC has battled a snowstorm and bitter temperatures, all to be rewarded with two days 70 degree sunshine. It’s a …
Believe it or not, I’m lukewarm on chocolate. I need it in small doses, and never alone. The thought of eating a plain chocolate bar is in the same ballpark of enjoyment as, say, eating a bag of baby carrots. (gasp) That being said, I really enjoy chocolate with other things. A square of dark …
New York is full of game-changing food ideas. In such a competitive environment, only the strongest of ideas and executions survive. But every so often, a mediocre restaurant slips through the cracks – it survives based on the idea, the crowds, and (yes, really) the interior decorating. The Meatball Shop qualifies in this category. It …
I suggest you look out the window tomorrow at 5 PM. That light, reflecting off of the tops of buildings and casting a sherbet pink glare on the clouds, is the sun. Yes, that’s right. Slowly but surely, the days are getting longer. Maybe it’s my parka, maybe it’s global warming…but I just haven’t had …
Nothing intimidates me more than recipes that require obscure ingredients – or at least ingredients I can’t find at a chain grocery store. Hence my hesitation to cook Indian food. No, I do not have the time or energy to track down the rare spice blend and no, I definitely do not have (nor want) …
I can still taste the buttered bread from the grilled cheese sandwiches we used to have once a week at sleep-away camp. Grilled cheese day was also tomato soup day (there is definitely a law somewhere that states these two must be served together). I was never a big fan of tomato soup, but somehow the …