How did brussels sprouts go from being America's most hated vegetable to its most beloved? They truly are beloved in our house, on our plates in some form or fashion nearly every week! Their versatility (shaved for a chopped salad, quartered and roasted with fresh herbs!) make them an easy compliment to nearly any meal, but their mild cabbagey flavor never quite disappears into the background. I respect that about brussels sprouts. Collaborative, but not a pushover.Read More
It's popular these days to talk about how we've got love all wrong, and with only two naive years of marriage in my repertoire of human experience, I probably don't have much of it right.
Somehow, the simplest parts—friendship, kindness, ease—can quickly become complicated, sour, passive... silent. But on this February weekend, when the world either celebrates or scoffs at romance, I am dedicated to celebrating the days when friendship and kindness reign, comfortable and easy like a pan of hot cornbread.Read More
When we decided to move to Philadelphia last year, we walked through all the regular emotions associated with cross-country moves: already homesick, full of wanderlust, a little afraid and overwhelmed, but totally excited. Philadelphia was never on my list of dream cities, but once we made the choice, I set my sights on one thing: Amish produce.
In those first weeks here in Philly, I blissfully navigated my way around the city hunting for the best farmer’s markets and discovered interesting varieties of tomatoes, squash and mushrooms. It’s hard to know which parts of your life will be remembered as some of the sweetest as they unfold, but I already know those first summery weeks in Philadelphia will. Easy days, breezing about town on foot, and popping bright orange cherry tomatoes into my mouth. Everything was sweet.Read More
An honest word about baking: I'm not good at it at all. Truth be told, like most things I'm not good at, I don't even enjoy it that much! I know... why did I even start this food blog. Perhaps a few more decades in the kitchen will lend me more confidence with a mixing bowl, but today the scientific mysteries of baking intimidate me to no end.
I feel fairly confident in my ability to replicate a recipe by carefully following directions, but the things I love most about being in the kitchen (carefree inspiration, changing things on a whim, being in charge!) go out the window with baking. What if I want to use honey instead of sugar, buttermilk instead of yogurt, oil instead of butter... Do I need to adjust the dry ingredients or leavening agents? Who knows?!Read More
There are two ways that my husband compliments a meal: "I would eat this on a biscuit!" or "This tastes like it comes from a restaurant!" Never has one meal received both compliments until these burgers... they are pretty much the opposite of a "Quee-noo." (Have y'all seen this commercial? It makes me laugh every time!) While I would not be personally inclined to put black bean burgers on a biscuit, I'll take it! These burgers rival any veggie burger I've had in a restaurant, which truthfully says less about my ability to craft the perfect burger and more about my sad experience with restaurant veggie burgers. Unfortunately, most of the ones I've had are sorely under salted, mushy, and generally lacking all desirable burger qualities... or they came from a frozen box at Costco. Let's take back the veggie burger!Read More
Do you know the type of friend who always seems to know about the raddest things happening, finds the most beautiful quotes and books, and knows the most ingenues tips and tricks? For me, that's my friend Emily.
Emily is my pen pal. My online confidant. My 21st century companion. It's always an off day when work doesn't bring her to gchat... I don't know which Atlantic article to read that day! And what should I make for dinner from this list of random items in my pantry? Everyone needs a friend to answer these questions, and I'm so glad mine is as weirdly into food as I am.Read More
The morning hour is at its most romantic when the first site your eyes see are tree tops covered in fresh snow. A house is never quieter, a blanket never softer, a cup of coffee never warmer. While our house is a stone's from from a bustling town center, mornings like today feel as though we are surrounded by nothing but evergreens, each other and our few belongings. There is nothing I want beyond a full pot of coffee, quiet, easy company, and warm, carrot-cakey oatmeal.Read More