My mother was the OG of crunchy health food. Before a little supermarket chain out of Austin made niche ingredients like millet mainstream, she was feeding me bowls of it in place of Easy Mac. Like all good daughters, I spent most of my childhood rebelling against her moratorium on the cottonseed oil in generic packaged foods. And I did this by going over to friends’ houses and having a Fruit-By-The-Foot free-for-all.
If my current vocation is any indication, all that quinoa I begrudgingly ate as a kid eventually caught up with me. But at the time, the only homemade baked good that I would have hands down preferred over the Oreos in my friends’ pantries, was mom’s banana bread.
Dotted with a healthy ratio of organic chocolate chips to batter, her loaf was always dense, moist and cake-y. I remember waiting with anticipation as the bunch of bananas on our kitchen countertop would slowly darken and prune with each passing day, until, eventually, it was bespeckled and ready for baking. Continue reading
By far the most stressful part of my move last month was packing up my kitchen. And the processed confirmed a sad fact: I am a pantry hoarder.
I think Marie Kondo would have had a heart attack if she saw the row of condiments in my fridge that had been developing their own special patina for four years. Needless to say, the pre-move purge was necessary and productive. But three garbage bags later, it also made me feel extremely wasteful. Continue reading
It’s the last day of the month, which means…confession time!
I’m currently sitting in a hotel room in Napa, nursing an espresso and my belly from last night’s prosciutto gluttony. For the next two days, I’m going to be working with some amazing Italian imports at the Culinary Institute of America, and if last night was any indication, drinking a lot of wine. It’s just me and one other blogger (Paula from Bellalimento!), and the rest of the group is made up of chefs from big national restaurants and food service companies. Continue reading
My sweet tooth wasn’t fully eradicated by the vice detox during the dark, sugar-free days of 2015.
Yes, I’ve been better about not picking up half a dozen over-priced French macaroons on my way home from the dentist. Which thanks to my contrary nature, is something that actually used to happened. And by in large, I’ve gotten the casual weekday dessert thing under control.
The blanket exception though is ice cream. Can’t stop, won’t stop. But I have found ways to feed the beast without the empty carton collateral damage. And after all the chocolate eggs consumed this weekend, I’m thinking you too will need a slightly less indulgent egg-free treat. Something like these vegan black sesame milkshakes. Continue reading
I don’t usually do a deep dive into the latest and greatest diet trends. For one thing, I’m a pretty omission-free kind of gal. Even my early days of being gluten-free were far from perfect, and more often than not, included pizza exemption clauses. It wasn’t until I truly understood how my body reacted to this protein, and how it therefore affected my autoimmune disease, that I started to adopt a more cut and dry approach for the sake of my antibodies.
We all deal with the health hand we’re dealt in different ways. And recently I’ve been hearing more from those of you who have tried to eliminate FODMAPs from your diet for a period of time. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, check out my post from a few weeks ago where I explain the basics of this specific-carb-free approach. Continue reading
When it comes to entertaining big groups, I’m just as guilty as the next home cook of falling back on a few go-to’s. If I’m feeling festive, there’s the casual fish taco buffet, which I served at our first dinner party at the new DUMBO apartment. If I’m feeling like a hands-off evening, the cozy winter chicken tagine. And if I want to be a little bit of a shameless show-off, some variation of this classic Spanish paella recipe.
I don’t always earn the most brownie points for ethnic authenticity on this site (just take last week’s tikka masalafied meatballs, for example). And in the paella department I’ve been known to get waylaid by fanciful additions (like roasted butternut squash and baked eggs), which make my path to a traditional dish slightly less direct. I probably shouldn’t even mention the time I did away with the rice altogether. Craaazy. Continue reading
To make sure you get your veggies in before balancing out those healthy choices with another “healthy” dose of stout this weekend, I’ve put together some of my favorite greens-centric vegetarian breakfast recipes, no food coloring necessary.
Head on over to Mind Body Green to check them out!
Though I’m a big believer in adding lots of green to your meals year-around, there’s no better excuse than a holiday-related theme. So if you’ve been waiting for that extra special opportunity to hit up the farmer’s market and come home with an armful of leafy goodness, then let St. Patrick’s Day weekend be your inspiration.
Every year I get in trouble with someone on social media by writing “Patty’s” instead of “Paddy’s.” It’s a real embarrassment to my Irish roots, and further proof that the Eastern European Jewish side has won out on the cultural front. Continue reading