I had so much fun making these muffins with my little girl. I’ve held her on my hip as she “helped” me awkwardly sift and stir, but this time, and for the first time, I was able to sit her on the kitchen counter like a big girl. As I kept a hand on her at pretty much all times, she measured, spooned, poured, and mixed. “Eggs!” “Na-nilla!” “Flow-ah!” she exclaimed as we pulled ingredients out and mixed them in to make the perfect muffins. And, of course, we also made a perfect mess.Read More
I’ve always been a fan of salsa verde – you know, that green, tangy, incredible salsa? But I don’t know that I could consider myself a true fan because, truthfully, I had no idea what went into it. I’ll be honest – I thought it was probably green tomatoes.
So it was a bit of an epiphany when I received a bunch of tomatillos in my CSA box and I thought, gee, those might make a nice salsa. A little bit of research, and I forehead-bopped. It’s not green tomatoes that make up salsa verde, sillyhead! It’s freakin’ tomatillos!Read More
Have you heard of Cacio e Pepe? Other than not really knowing how to pronounce it, it’s also a dish that, strangely, until now, I’ve never been able to prepare it successfully.
I say that’s strange because it’s the simplest of simple pasta dishes, supposedly. Spaghetti noodles tossed with Pecorino Romano, black pepper, and a little pasta water. That’s it. And it’s heaven. I’ve enjoyed it when prepared elsewhere by people who know more than me, and it’s just absolutely perfect.Read More
I grew up on this dish. Every summer, my mom would head out to the garden and bring in a huge zucchini and a couple of perfectly ripe tomatoes. She’d slice them up and throw them in a baking dish with some sweet onion, and then she’d top it all with a good amount of grated cheddar. Then she’d bake it until the veggies were tender, the cheddar oozey, the family happy.Read More
It took me awhile to “get” kale chips. And by awhile, I mean years.
My lack of love for the crispy little snack had to do with two things: 1) Misguided expectations and 2) I wasn’t making them correctly.Read More
Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.
My guy and I have gone crazy with checking our phones for Redfin updates. We receive an alert whenever a new home with our criteria has appeared on the real estate market. No matter what we’re doing, mid-bite at dinner, wherever, it’s become perfectly acceptable to shove one’s phone in the other’s face with an “mmmph!” and a potential new house to look at.Read More
Getting a house ready to sell is a pain in the butt.
I knew it, but I didn’t know it. What I do know is that this is just the tip of the iceberg. The open house, the showings, the finding and hopefully buying of the perfect new place and all that goes along with that whole sordid process. I’m … kind of scared.Read More
I’m really not sure if I should call these margherita quinoa frittatas or caprese quinoa frittatas. Either way it’s not the easiest to say. I probably should just call them cherry tomato, basil, and mozzarella frittatas.
Or maybe I’ll just call them delicious. And easy. And perfect to freeze for quick, healthy, filling future breakfasts.Read More
“Is it okay if Hailey has a couple of strawberries from your garden?” My sister asked. My adorable niece turned around and grinned up at me, twinkling robin’s-egg-blue eyes, tousled blonde hair, and red juice staining her chin. Another telltale streak ran down the front of her yellow tank top.
“I guess it better be, huh?” I laughed. Inside, my heart swelled. My garden is finally at the place where it lures little ones (in the most non-creepy way) with its perfectly-ripe veggies and berries, and they can’t help but pluck and snack to their little hearts’ content.Read More
Even though our daughter is still pretty young, she’s started helping in the kitchen. Sure, “help” involves my holding her up to the counter while she flips ingredients out of bowls and “blesses” flour and sugar and baking powder with a poke of the finger before I pour them in. And then when I have to put her down, “help” involves clinging to my legs until I give her a set of measuring spoons or a whisk and a plastic bowl to keep her occupied while I quickly finish (and, yeah, clean).Read More
I totally know it sounds weird.
Garlic, olive oil, mozzarella, and, yes. Brown sugar. On breadsticks. With garlic and cheese.Read More