
Leeks were almost completely unknown to me until adulthood. They are not a commonly used item here in the U.S., which is really a shame. I say it’s time for that to change!
Continue reading Prasopita (Greek Leek and Feta Pie)Leeks were almost completely unknown to me until adulthood. They are not a commonly used item here in the U.S., which is really a shame. I say it’s time for that to change!
Continue reading Prasopita (Greek Leek and Feta Pie)I used to hate calamari when I was a kid. Really, it was just the tentacles that bothered me. Not gonna lie, I still don’t like them.
Continue reading Stuffed Calamari in Tomato SauceI consider myself to be a fairly serious kitchen DIY-er. I enjoy learning about a food’s history and recreating it in my kitchen. But then there’s that whole time thing.
I got a new kitchen toy for Christmas that needed to be broken in. I also had a beef tri-tip sitting in the refrigerator needing to be cooked. I’m thinking there could be a connection here.
Any time I think about getting pictures of the boys with a department store Santa, a scene from the movie “A Christmas Story” pops in my head. It’s the one where Ralphie realizes how long the line is to see Santa Claus, and all you hear are screaming kids. No thanks.
As much as I like to cook, I also like having meals that can come together with as little fuss as possible. What can I say? I’m a bit busy!
Ironically, winter squash are actually grown during the summer, just like summer squash. Why the name then? Mostly because their firm flesh allow winter squash to be stored throughout the winter season. Good, because I bought a lot this year!!
Continue reading Roasted Winter Squash with Buttery Marmalade
I haven’t posted much about this little one lately. He’s getting some chubby cheeks now, but like most babies, still does what babies do: eat, sleep, and poop! He even smiles, and it’s the cutest thing ever!
I had never heard of shakshuka before, and then in the span of a week I had three different sources bring this wondrous dish to my attention. The universe was speaking and I decided to listen.
It was sometime in the early 90’s, with some people I don’t remember, at a restaurant somewhere in Berkeley. Alcohol may be responsible for the vague memory. Shhhh… don’t tell my mom.