2011-01-11T10:16:02-05:00An oldie but goodie: hang tough, I'll be back soon. Rabid foodies, beware: what you're about to read will revolt you and utterly destroy any shred of respect you might have had for my culinary acumen. You're better off clicking over to Chocolate & Zucchini and seeing what Clotilde is up to these days. This post is an exercise in pure, unapologetic nostalgia for a time before a lot of my readers were even born. But don't you wish you were born in the sixties, you youngsters? I know you do; you yearn for the days when a four-year-old and...
2012-03-03T09:54:41-05:00I haven’t made meatloaf in twenty years, probably. You have to compromise when you’re in a relationship.
2013-12-04T11:05:44-05:00Fuck crack pie. Although I shouldn’t have been surprised, Christine Tosi’s recipe is one of the most time-consuming, odd ingredient-demanding culinary enterprises I’ve embarked upon lately. Probably the most frustrating thing about it is that I knew it would be like this before I began. All you have to do is read the recipe, which is, in fact, three recipes nested within one.
2012-02-29T12:46:31-05:00I may be from the South, but I never was a bourbon drinker. Actually, I don’t drink a lot of liquor because I’m a relative lightweight when it comes to alcohol. I’m a sipper — a serial sipper, and if I get drunk too fast, then I have to stop drinking long before everyone else does. I will then start to demand to go home because I’ll be getting sleepy and also because why stay out when you could be at home in your pajamas?