Someday I intend to make my own raviolis. I also intend to win the lottery. Guess I should start buying tickets?? Maybe?
Roast Chicken with Garlic & Carrots
Someone once uttered the phrase “that’s too much garlic.” It was like they were speaking English, but the words just didn’t make sense. What is this thing “too much garlic?” Is this even possible?!
Paximathia (Greek Biscotti)
Every Greek woman I know has their own version of this Greek staple, so why should I be any different?? And every one of us thinks our own is the best, and of course we’re all correct. Of course.
Roast Lamb with Potatoes
Greeks like to joke about the song “Mary Had a Little Lamb” by noting that it’s in past tense. Had.
Clam Chowder
Portland, Oregon, circa 1981. My parents and I are dining at a swanky hotel restaurant. I order clam chowder and am served something that can only be described as nectar of the gods.
Orange Marmalade
I have come to embrace the fact that so much of what I make is often in response to having food on the verge of giving up on the world. The thought of wasting food becomes a great motivator to get off my behind and go do something about it.
Cheesy Eggs with Salsa
When you buy large quantities of certain foods, you may find yourself questioning your ability to judge how much you actually needed of said certain food. Then you find yourself questioning how to use up said certain food.
Baked Greek Giant Beans (Gigantes Plaki)
My mom pretty much hates beans. My dad loves them. It’s a mixed marriage.
Keftedes (Greek Meatballs with Raisins and Pine Nuts)
One of the wonderful (i.e. infuriating) things about traditional dishes is pinning down a set recipe. Then there are those baffling steps that make you wonder why they are even done. In the end it comes down to whom you asked, which region they are from, and what they even like as to what information and advice they give you.
Continue reading Keftedes (Greek Meatballs with Raisins and Pine Nuts)
Greek Lemon & Herb Roasted Chicken
My brain tends to get a multitude of ideas roaming around in it all at once. Much of the time those ideas have nothing to do with each other, but when I’m hungry those random thoughts start to coalesce around the concept of eating something. Shocking, I know.
