There’s been a lot of talk and no action regarding these gluten-free Brazilian cheese breads. I know I’ve been promising a pao de queijo recipe since January, when I returned from the land of these magical cheese puffs. And you may think I’ve just failed to deliver. But the truth is I’ve been hoarding many a Brazilian delicacy for you, much as I did many a cheesy roll from our Rio breakfast buffet.
Now that the summer games are almost upon us, and I finally rolled out my epic healthy hedonist travel guide to Rio, I’d be remise in letting you go another day without one of these puppies in your hand. Continue reading
I’m currently in a phase of life that could only be described as endless wedding season.
Between the two of us, Charlie and I have been invited to over 15 nuptials this year alone. As I posted yet another photo of us looking devastatingly svelte in our formal wear, one food friend commented: “I feel like all you do is go to weddings.” To which I replied, “You are correct.”
The silver lining, of course, is that the love of my friends has allowed us to indulge in our love of travel, and both forces have brought us to some pretty amazing places. Places that might have felt frivolous to cross off our bucket list so early in life, but somehow with the justification of a wedding were only slightly less so. There was Kenya and Ireland. Jackson Hole and Maine. And for whatever reason (probably being that I have a lot of besties in San Francisco), at least once a year endless wedding season brings us to Napa. Continue reading
It feels like half a lifetime ago that Charlie and I traveled to Brazil for two weeks of caipirinhas, jungle walks, hammock naps, gluten-free cheese rolls and endless healthful tropical eats.
When we returned in January, I had all my ducks in a row to write up an epic travel guide on the best restaurants, hotels and things to do in Rio de Janeiro, where we spent the first leg of our trip. But then a rare lightening bolt of foresight hit me, and I decided to hold off until the Olympics were almost upon us. And here we are! Continue reading
I’ve been working remotely this week from my happy place. And being back in close proximity to Morning Glory Farm, has meant a lot of procrastination of the highest (kale) order.
I’ll admit amidst a busy Spring I had a hard time getting into the Farmer’s Market groove. There’s a new weekly stand that opened up in DUMBO around the corner from my apartment, so I’m hoping to make it a habit to get there every Wednesday once I’m back in town. The offerings pale in comparison to the island bounty I’m currently being spoiled rotten by. But hopefully that will just mean the ability to show a type of restraint that won’t doom both food and girl for spoilage.
In the meantime, I’m bringing back Farmer’s Market Challenge Menus! Continue reading
Last Wednesday, I gathered with 2,000 meditators in Central Park for ir collective evening of silence. After weeks of feeling like the world was on fire—a feeling that seemed unlikely to dissipate then, and has indeed in the last 24 hours, only gotten worse—it was a welcome reminder that the best way to fight fear is through unity and love, a sentiment that The Big Quiet calls “radical inclusiveness.”
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about what this means around my table. In times of radical pain and ugliness it’s easy to retreat. To feel helpless, and then eventually, desensitized. It’s easy to feel that what you do in the world is trite. And as someone who feels barely qualified to solve the complex issues of gluten-free donuts, let alone world peace, I’ll admit to grappling with all of the above. Continue reading
A few weeks ago a beautiful new cookbook landed on my doorstep.
As a psycho like myself is prone to do, I immediately went through with a pad of sticky arrows to determine the first recipe that should be initiated into my kitchen. And after a brief flirtation with dukka salmon patties and firefly falafel, I knew that I had to have this super speedy five spice pulled pork, and I knew that I had to have it as part of a tricked out burrito bowl recipe. And true to its speedy promise, it only took me an hour to get everything I wanted.
If only life always happened this way. Sigh. Continue reading
Allow me to briefly throw my significant other under the bus.
Charlie and I eat a lot of gluten-free pasta as a quick (semi-lazy) weeknight meal. But when he cooks it, the end result never tastes as good as when I do. This is not simply a matter of my day job versus his. Steak and pork chops? No problem. But something as simple as pasta foils him Monday after Monday.
I can see this frustrates him. And secretly, it frustrates me. Because even from the other room—where I try to sequester myself during my other half’s cooking ventures, so as to not become a backseat chef—I can see where Charlie goes wrong. Continue reading
Between the July 4th holiday, and the fact that I am currently in the air en route to Vegas (pray for me), it’s been a short and hectic week here at FMP headquarters. I put a lot of my guts on the table this past Wednesday, and if you made it through that epic Wellness Project 6 month update, then by George, you certainly deserve an easy hearts of palm appetizer for your efforts.
I know that the biggest party of the summer is now behind us, but I’m hoping you haven’t forsaken all the other opportunities for al fresco glory that lie in front of you. That said, if you’re still as exhausted as I am after the long weekend’s cooking extravaganza, you’re going to need something mindless and foolproof. Something that involves bacon and only two other ingredients. Something like a plate of bacon-wrapped hearts of palm bites. Continue reading