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Category Archives: Feeding Friends
People are always asking me how I ended up in the food biz. Sometimes my answer is simply: boredom. I was so starved for creativity during my first corporate job that I ended up starting a blog on the side to feel some sort of purpose and re-find my sanity. But now that I’m pounding the pavement trying to build a business out of my love for food, hustling freelance work from wherever I can get it, the more important question to ask is why I love to cook.
It’s funny, because I got my start in the professional cooking world in the least professional of settings – quite literally, in my 6 x 4 square foot kitchen, feeding friends from a pot of chili with a measuring cup instead of a ladle.… Continue Reading
My friend Sarah and I have done our fair share of joint entertaining – the most notable recent evening of course being the only child party. We usually share the menu pretty seamlessly. If she’s hosting, I bring condiments and sides, and also make some vinaigrette on site for salad, as this is an irrational insecurity area for her. In addition to the main course, Sarah almost always makes some sort of toast as an appetizer.
Anyone who’s read my book (so, all ten of you out there), know that I’ve been a longtime crostini girl. But since I can’t eat those little baguette suckers anymore, I’m moving by way of the trend tides and hopping on the toast bandwagon.… Continue Reading
A few weeks ago I was elbow deep in pumpkin. My development project for Food & Wine’s website has me focused on certain recipe categories (like fried rice or black beans), which means I go nuts on one ingredient for 5 days straight, and then subsequently never want to eat it again. Mealku has been helpful in making sure I don’t have 10 pounds of green bean casserole sitting in my fridge. But for the most part, I’ve just been hosting a lot more leftover lunches and dinners than usual.
Last Friday, I had a big group of girls over to eat the dregs of my casserole project.… Continue Reading
Ever since my dad became a pescatarian, a roast chicken is something my mother and I often share. On the guilty pleasure spectrum, it falls somewhere between these wings and this healthy green soup. But regardless of how much fat collects at the bottom of the pan, and how many potatoes are placed there to soak and crisp in its chickeny goodness, the pleasure part is as much linked to ritual as it is to how good that chicken feels in my stomach as I do the crossword puzzle.
Our roast chicken ritual, like the wings, should of course inspire some degree of guilt and shame.… Continue Reading
A few weeks ago my friend Sarah and I put our heads together to throw our first ever Only Child Party. The evening was conceived as both an electrifying social experiment, and an opportunity to get an incredibly random group of people together for dinner. It may or may not have also been an excuse to write a witty email and get attention and praise.
There were a few things that could be improved upon for next time. First, in one of my emails I promised that there would be an “official center of attention” marked with masking tape in Sarah’s living room.… Continue Reading
When I was down in Nashville for my friend Sarah’s bachelorette party, the most memorable thing we ate was not the BBQ brisket or the southern-style pecan pancakes. It was the cauliflower.
For our Saturday night dinner we went to Tavern, a modern sports bar-esque restaurant that serves up creative gastro-pub fare. We ordered nearly the whole menu and shared everything. The best thing (by far) was the buffalo cauliflower, which is impressive considering they had three types of French fries.
The battered florets reminded me of one of my all-time favorite dishes: Manchurian cauliflower from Devi restaurant. It was the subject of my first ever blog post, and perhaps because of that, loosely responsible for my decision to quit my day job and work full time in the food industry.… Continue Reading