Category Archives: Feeding Friends

In my singledom, I’ve become a bit fanatical about my TV shows. This becomes borderline pathetic when one of those shows includes The Voice. In fact, I think studies have shown that sitting on the couch and watching both Monday AND Tuesday night of The Voice (even if you’re also hard at work pinning, photo editing, and doing other bloggy things) is one of the 5 signs of clinical depression. So it’s always a relief when not one, but two of my favorite shows inspires similar levels of obsession with my close friends, not to mention, the world.

Since Mad Men and Game of Thrones came back on a few weeks ago, I’ve been hosting Sunday TV night at my house.… Continue Reading→

I grew up eating whole artichokes with homemade mayo for dipping. These were a treat, something my mother and I would share or, when I was big enough, eat side by side. If we were eating the same head, there would always be a bit of tension when we got down to the heart, the best part. My mother would usually give it to me, after making sure to scrape out all remnants of the choke. I had pictured my death at the hand of an artichoke many times, but so long as there was someone around to double check my cleaning job, the danger only made the heart all the more desirable.… Continue Reading→

I couldn’t be more excited about my Urbio garden. Last weekend I planted a series of succulents, a few orchids, and a couple bamboo stalks. You can see the snapshot of the finished wall here. The guys in the flower district were incredibly helpful and showed me how to properly plant and water everything. Aside from a little snafu, whereupon which soil and pebbles spilled all over my TV and living room floor, I was quite impressed with my craftiness.

Now, full disclosure: one week later, everything is struggling. My orchids are already losing their flowers. Somehow, my succulents, which I was told were indestructible, have started to shrivel up.… Continue Reading→

Since this blog is focused on healthy comfort food, it’s very rare that I post full-frontal glamour shots of glistening hunks of red meat sitting in their juices. Some of you herbivores might even find these images offensive and disgusting. Sorry, Meatless Monday.

Even though I don’t eat meat that often, I find there’s something very empowering in prepping and cooking it. When I was getting ready for Chef Race, I made friends with my local butcher Knickerbocker Meats and they let me come by to witness and participate in (emotionally, not physically, for insurance reasons) the breakdown of a 200 pound pig.… Continue Reading→

I’m currently sitting in my friend’s apartment in Palo Alto yelping taco joints in the Mission that I have to try before I hop a redeye back home later tonight. It’s been such a fun West Coast jaunt, mainly because of all the quality time I’ve gotten to spend with friends who’ve migrated out here. The food hasn’t been half bad either. Though I think I’m running the risk of turning into an avocado.

Of all the people I visited, four were former college housemates of mine. Which brings me to the subject of meatloaf.

Back in college, when I was still in my early stages of hosting, I used to throw meatloaf and margarita nights.… Continue Reading→