Popular for decades, this restaurant packs them in every night. More [...]]]>
What the heck do Parisians do with all that extra bread? Eat anywhere in Paris, a bistro, a brasserie, a fine restaurant, a cafe, or a private home, and a basket of thickly sliced baguette is as important to the table setting as cutlery. Not a skimpy 3 or 4 slices, but piled high. No butter. No olive oil. The bread is so good it stands alone. No bread plates, either. A few eateries run by the cool new chefs whose cutting edge menus use the classics as a jumping off [...]]]>
What I don’t like – aside from the fact that so many kids think that Ratatouille is a cartoon rodent – is zucchini. I hate zucchini. Except when seeded, cut into strips, treated to standard breading procedure – seasoned flour, egg wash, flavored bread crumbs – and pan- [...]]]>
In other parts of the country, every food gets a turn on the grill. Over the last few years I’ve experimented with sweet potatoes, pineapple, avocado and several other things. Just like the deep fried, not every day. This season, I understand the grill is gonna [...]]]>
Legend has it that those were the last words of rough and tumble cowboy Kit Carson. Some bucket list!
I’ve never made a bucket list. If asked what might be on mine, I can list only going to an opera. The Met. I grew up I hating opera – too stagey, too overblown, too much. I’d heard enough with an Italian grandpa in the house, urging the family to watch an opera on PBS or listen to a recording. [...]]]>
My kitchen, the room where I spend so many happy family hours. The place where I re-create my grandmother’s food and present it to my kids so that they know their heritage and carry it forward. Then, there are the dinners that have been inspired by [...]]]>
I rarely bake brownies from scratch; I use a mix then add a personal touch. Chocolate or peanut butter chips, walnuts, pecans, M&M’s, or mini-marshmallows, shredded coconut, liqueurs (orange-flavored is my favorite) stirred into the batter.
This week, one of my food history students chose “chocolate cake” as her research project submitted a batch of brownies for her [...]]]>
I don’t know where that quote originated. I found it and copied it and kept it. I ran across it last week and thought about how true it is – at least in my life. I grew up on Italian food. With an Italian grandmother living nearby, if my mother ever dared feed her children something like a hamburger, I knew that a nice bowl of pasta or a thick square of pizza (never a [...]]]>
This post has nothing to do with cooking. It might embarrass me. It might make my son angry. It’s about emotions of motherhood. The thoughts may not be written eloquently, but here it is.
I’ve loved few men with enduring love. In order of age: Dad, or Gramps as he was called toward the end of his life. An uncle, a World War II hero. My brother. My husband. My son.
Maybe I’ve been watching too much PBS. I’m getting irritated with characters with British accents buttering toast. In really old black-and-white movies and on popular series like Downton Abbey, characters make a show of furiously buttering their toast. I don’t know the reason [...]]]>
Other sports. Forgotten. Yeah, I know, college basketball, Final Four. Blah, blah, blah. March is gone. Basketball should be over. In fact, all other sports should cease and desist for baseball season. Proof of my [...]]]>
And now what do I do with all these hard-boiled wonders? Sure, I’ve spent years making “Easter eggs sandwiches” for the kids, something that works or doesn’t depending on the kid, the mood, or whether they will eat leftovers. [...]]]>
She’d start the dough from scratch in the morning, its aroma as it rose perfuming the air. By the time we [...]]]>
It will remind me of lemon ricotta [...]]]>
I’m totally burned out with building yet another stew, stirring yet another pot of soup. In fact, I’ve heard a cook or two mention that they might consider The Groundhog as an ingredient. I guess he’d be [...]]]>
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Thomas Jefferson, our third president, brought pasta to this country after seeing this street food on a trip to Italy. He also brought tomato seeds to [...]]]>
Instead I whipped up a roasted pepper sauce. No suffering over [...]]]>
The next day, as I toured the college dining room where my students practice their culinary skills on a band of lucky clients each day, I heard something that made that quote sound downright stupid. I asked one of our “regulars” about her [...]]]>
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My Grandmother didn’t get along with potatoes. (An Italian immigrant, her carbohydrate of choice was pasta, preferably made from scratch in her kitchen.) She saved her worst scorn for mashed potatoes. One exception: potatoes, boiled and mashed, made great potato patties, or croquettes. Unlike her neighbors who made potato croquettes from leftovers, often hiding peas and other green vegetables within in, Nonna made the mashed potatoes fresh, specifically for this [...]]]>
I’ll blame my grandmother. She considered anything that she didn’t can herself an atrocity – with [...]]]>
Last week, I grabbed up a few bottles of the liquid gold. After drizzling it over hot [...]]]>
Last week, a colleague asked for a dessert recipe for her book club. Reading a book about World War II, she needed something from that period in history. I love the idea of matching the food to the book. It kind of centers the discussion.
How I envy that! I’ve belonged to two book clubs in my life. The first started out with a bang. We read “Under the Tuscan Sun” and everyone brought a recipe from the book. We set up outdoors, set the table [...]]]>
Autumn is the season for apple picking. Lesser acknowledged, it’s the season for cabbage. No one really thinks about cabbage, except maybe in March as a go-along with corned beef. But it can add color and crunch to just about anything. It loves all pork products, like bacon and roasts. It loves all types of treatments – hredded and used without cooking, braised, hollowed and used as a [...]]]>
On the home front, Uncle Phil & Aunt Jodi hosted the good-bye-summer/back-to- [...]]]>
My enduring love affair with chickens began as a small girl when my Dad brought home a batch of fuzzy little chicks. They quickly outgrew their home behind a stove that kept them warm, escaped their barriers, and started running around the room. When my mother [...]]]>
For two reasons, I’m going in a different direction. First, health. I could eat bacon for two meals a day, every day. Not so good. Second, fresh vegetables! ‘Tis the season! Why give up all that fresh goodness when summer is so fleeting.
So, instead, I’m taking a page from my grandmother’s book, and making an ELT. The “E” [...]]]>
Because I teach culinary students, my thoughts today revolve around the new generation of cooks who are just starting out in the industry. They know old clips of her TV series, the Dan Ackroyd take-off from Saturday Night live, and her books. But they will never know her in present [...]]]>