This batch of gluten-free latkes might be the first time my own blood didn’t make an unintentional appearance on the ingredient list.
Grating potatoes—or anything for that matter—might be one of my least favorite kitchen tasks. I usually manage to stay pretty clear of my chef’s knife blade. But when muscling a slippery vegetable through sharp holes of death, all bets are off.
I’m pretty sure that having scabby knuckles by the end of the Hanukkah season is an important cultural part of being Jewish. It just gives the old Yentas in the kitchen another reason to make their offspring feel guilty about not having a fifth serving. Continue reading
We’ve never served a soup course at our Thanksgiving, but I love the idea for quainter family gatherings. When your table has grown to include over forty heads, you don’t mess with the finer logistics of spoons and bowls. That said, this roasted carrot soup recipe would have been the perfect thing to thaw the unfortunate “climate” of our holiday meal a few years ago.
Thanksgiving has historically been the holiday that belonged to our branch of the family. That might sound like we carried more than our fair share. But when you’re Jewish, there’s a lot of hosting that happens throughout the year. And we never did any of it until November.
Do you approach the holiday season with equal parts dread and excitement? More so than any other months, November and December have the power to leave me burnt out and utterly off my health game.
To combat the onslaught of cocktail parties, comfort foods, and obligations to others, for this month’s Wellness Wednesday hangout I sat down with Dr. Robin Berzin. Functional medicine physician and founder of Parsley Health, Dr. Berzin has developed proven mind-body techniques for her patients that can help you emerge from the holiday rat race with less stress, more vitality, and a better grasp on your health puzzle as you move into 2016. Continue reading
Not that I’m ever the type to start churning out stuffing recipes in July, but this year I really didn’t get my shit together for the holidays.
Now that I’m less than two months away from my book deadline, all the grand plans I had for new pumpkin pie recipes seem to have crumbled with the ease of said pie’s gluten-free crust. So this is my way of apologizing for spending way too much time with my laptop when I should have been dishing up leftover sweet potato fritters for your collective tables. Forgive me for being a bad food blogger in your moment of holiday need! Continue reading
You guys, I’ve been looking forward to sharing this with you for months! At long last, the cooking e-course I created with Mind Body Green is LIVE.
As much as I love teaching small groups privately in peoples’ homes, it was one of my goals for this year to figure out how to do it on a slightly larger scale, so I could help more of you figure out how to make home cooking a more sustainable part of your every day lives. Continue reading
There are lots of times as a busy New Yorker, when the subway inexplicably just skips my stop or the line for Trader Joe’s wraps around the block, that I have to take a breath and ask myself: “what would my calm twin do right now?”
Stress is one of the most corrosive things on the body. And being complicated emotional beings, alleviating it is a deeply individual and complex process. It’s become apparent from the hours I spend zoning out on the couch in front of The Voice, or with my face planted in the cradle of a Korean nail salon’s massage chair, that my current system of unwinding does very little to help me relax on a deeper level. Continue reading
Today I turn the big 3-0, which is equal parts exciting and terrifying. Though I don’t expect a Jessie Spano-style birthday meltdown, I still feel the impending doom of closing one door—in this case, a decade—and starting the next chapter. But the other half of me feels incredibly relieved to say peace out to my twenties.
I’ve never been the type of person with a timeline. I’m still not sure what the universe has in store for me re: marriage, kids, job security, or real estate, and I definitely didn’t feel that those milestones of adulthood needed to happen by the age of 30. Though I did expect to own a dining room table by now… Continue reading
One thing I’ve learned about autoimmune disease is that there’s usually a trigger that causes it to take hold in the body. As my acupuncturist Heidi Lovie put it, you probably spent years accumulating imbalances—putting tinder in the box—but it takes an emotional or physical event to light the match and set the whole fucker on fire.
For me, that fatal flame was sparked by a trip to Morocco in 2007. Whatever virus or parasite left me curled in a ball on the floor in Fez forever changed my stomach. What was once an iron cauldron for Third World street meats and strip mall all-you-can-eat sushi buffets, is now as sensitive as a saucepan of untempered eggs over a high flame. Continue reading