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Last year around Labor Day, you may remember a smattering of instagram pictures that included homemade friendship bracelets, temporary peace sign tattoos, sweaty neon crop tops, and a lot of bug juice in the woods. Well, I decided to double down again this year and attend what is now an official entity: Camp No Counselors.
Here’s a little taste of what happened at camp last time. Unfortunately, I’m currently sitting in the woods trying to live down either the shame or awesomeness of last night’s talent show performance, so I can’t give you the full details just yet on what transpired over this holiday weekend.… Continue Reading
While most food items tend to look prettier in food magazines than they ever do when prepared in my kitchen, there are a few dishes that take the cake (expertly styled with self-tanning spray, of course). I’ve intimately come to realize that skewers and kebabs are at the top of this list.
Usually on Martha’s Vineyard, my mother and I cave to my dad’s pescatarian ways and put our cravings for Kobe hot dogs and roast chicken on the back burner…at least until lunch the next day. But since Charlie was coming to visit, I figured it was as good a time as any to indulge in our carne cravings.… Continue Reading
After our epic July 4th in Rhode Island, in addition to a rosacea flair up on my forehead from too much rosé, I came home with lots of leftovers. There was the readily edible sort like Charlie’s pull and eat shrimp and my flank steak. But then there was the annoying sort, like random half bunches of herbs, a quarter head of cabbage, and enough limes for 500 coronas.
A side effect of a full weekend of host duty and the subsequent following week of full body exhaustion is that the last thing you want to do is cook.… Continue Reading
I had a lot of influence from Ina Garten in the early stages of my cooking career, assuming I can count the times I was sous-chefing for my mom as official culinary experience. One of the dishes I became obsessed with for feeding a crowd was her Indonesian Ginger Chicken. I don’t remember when I tried the recipe for the first time. But I do remember the time I forced my mom to make it for 40 people.
In high school I was a much more enthusiastic host than I was a cook. And my mom was the opposite. But somehow I roped her into letting me invite over all my nerdy horse friends (and their parents) to the apartment we were renting in Lake Placid.… Continue Reading
My mom is the queen of April Fool’s. Sometimes I think we might as well skip the Mother’s Day festivities, since she already got so much joy at our expense the month prior. I’ve inheriting this sadistic love of pranks to some extent, along with my father’s perverse love of watching people fall, preferably repeatedly. He sent me this video a few weeks ago and I could just picture him sitting at his computer giggling like a 5th grader. But my mom takes sick pleasures to a whole other level on April Fool’s Day.
One year she told me that the closet in my childhood bedroom had flooded and all my clothes were covered in mold, so would probably be ruined.… Continue Reading
I dish up tacos so often at dinner parties, sometimes I worry that my friends will think I’m a one trick pony. So I love it when Cinco de Mayo rolls around and I actually have an excuse to serve margaritas next to troughs of mashed avocado.
Besides the avocados, Mexican-themed ingredients tend to be cheap as can be. Black beans? Homemade tortilla chips? Fatty cuts of meat slow cooked for hours? Yes please. I love having my friends over. But it does tend to add up over time. Unless, of course, I’m testing recipes and “dinner” becomes a strange mélange of casseroles.… Continue Reading