I’ve unpacked the moving boxes of the essentials: sock slippers, gin, loaf pan, spatula, and mixing bowl.
Thank you for bearing with me last week as I trekked from Los Angeles to New Orleans in a little Corolla with a very large orange cat.
photo by Leela Cyd I’ve never really told you much about my kitchen.
This week I’ve been saying ‘see ya!’ to a lot of my Los Angeles friends. I’m terrible at saying goodbye.
Have I told you about the time I drove from Los Angeles to Seattle with a Strawberry Cheesecake as a road snack?
I’m planning the Los Angeles ——> New Orleans road trip and I need your help! I think you know exactly where I should eat pizza, where I will find the best road trip snacks, and where I should drink coffee.
I’m in that ugly stage of house-packing. That stage where the kitchen is half packed, the bathroom is precarious at best, the living room is full of boxes, and I can’t step foot into my closet even if I wanted to.
Often my cravings tell me more about what I want, than the produce tables at the farmer’s market. I know fresh tomatoes and cucumbers aren’t exactly deep winter foods, but I really just needed to combine them in a bowl with salty feta….
I’m not sure I know how to meditate. I don’t sit still and close my eyes. To me, meditation requires a bowl of flour, a handful of cold cubed butter, buttermilk, and a biscuit cutter.
I got a real taste of what most of you have endured this winter. I was in New York City most of last week and… whoa.
Remember that time I was like, “Hey you guys, let’s totally make ice cream sandwiches out of savory butter crackers!
In my house as a kid, where there was pie, there were cookies. It was a really fortunate, really delicious rule.
I’ve been staring at this map of New Orleans for most of the morning. I’m trying to memorize the way the Mississippi River shapes and bends the city.
My dad used to make my sister and I cold cereal for breakfast most mornings. He’d spoon some brown sugar into a small bowl, add Life Cereal (remember that goodness!
Cupcakes in disguise… also known as Double Chocolate Baked Doughnuts. Perfectly cakey and soft with extra drippy chocolate glaze.
So I made some beautiful baked doughnuts a few weeks ago. I took pictures of the process. Step-by-step.
Dear Mom, Could you tell I was crying as you dropped me off at the airport last Saturday? I think we were talking about french toast.
I think about you a lot. I think about what you might want to see on your breakfast table… maybe something with cinnamon and oats.
I made this rub last week, before I left for my visit to Uganda. It’s inspired by that time I thought I might suffocate in the shower.
“There is a prevailing theory that we need to know much more than we do in order to feed ourselves well.