It’s that time of year for binging on blueberries! Actually, I find myself stashing all sorts of fruit. (Is that a disorder…fruit hoarder?) It doesn’t matter that I already have a hefty collection of blueberries, plums and peaches at home. If I see some at a farm stand or farmers market, I still buy more or pick more of my own. It’s my way holding onto summer.
It was a thrill to see our “art-filled, wanderlust home” profiled in Apartment Therapy last week. Seeing it opened my eyes to how much both our home environment and my cooking have been influenced by my travels. I saw how my approach to home decor is the same as my philosophy towards cooking. I like to cook food that is eclectic and bold, yet comforting and definitely not too fussy. I guess the same thing could be said to describe my digs!
Speaking of bold, this recipe for Romesco sauce is (more…)
We’ve just returned from traveling around Europe for the last two and a half weeks. It feels like I packed my bags yesterday and it whizzed by, and at the same time it seems like we were away for months. A paradox, I guess you’d say. (more…)
Back in my twenties, when I was wild and free, I worked as a cook on a yacht in the Greek Islands. We sailed from one sleepy port to the next. It was a life-altering experience. I soaked up the warmth and charm of the Islands in the most defining way; visiting small, unspoiled fishing villages where old men slapped octopus on the rocks and marveling at the postcard-blue waters lined with whitewashed buildings. It was incredible. (more…)
For better or worse, my Australian husband has become pretty Americanized. If Philip wants French fries with his meal, he doesn’t ask for ‘chips’ and there is no more ‘tomato sauce’ for him, it’s “ketchup, please”. He’s a big tipper (that took some serious training), he doesn’t say ‘petrol station’ anymore and as far as sports go, well its baseball all the way. (Cricket..what’s that?) (more…)
I love summer. I love everything about it. Barbecues, fried clams, ‘lobstah’ and all things seafood, watching Ari’s baseball games, beach days, farmers markets and long, light evenings lingering out on my deck sipping something delicious. Bring it on. (more…)
There is nothing more gratifying than transforming a few, elemental and humble ingredients like potato, egg, onion, olive oil and chive into something that is so completely delicious and complete. Potato tortilla topped with a dollop of creamy, garlicky, homemade chive mayonnaise is just what I’m talking about. This is the kind of cooking I revel in. (more…)
I love making (and eating) hot smoked salmon. I’m not talking about the silky, thin-sliced salmon you have on a bagel with a schmear of cream cheese. No, hot smoked salmon is crusty, moist yet flakey and heady with smoke. You can eat it (more…)
This past month has been kinda crazy. We took a mega family trip to Hawaii (the jet lag lasted as long as the vacation), there was the end-of-school-year madness, car shopping (my car is about to implode), house repairs and an endless stream of house guests. (more…)
I’m more likely to discover I’ve magically lost ten pounds overnight than wake up to find my boys serving me breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day. The train, with two little boys beaming with love and adoration for their mom, has definitely left the station. In fact, bringing me breakfast in bed has never been their thing, not even once! Don’t get me wrong, they can be very loving, but in a far more reserved and rationed kind of way.