Pomato Revival

Some old habits never die, because they shouldn’t. Take Nutella, for instance. I’ve been addicted since kindergarten, and as calorie-ridden and sugar-infused as it is, I have no intention of ever quitting. My only issue is that I wish I had more uses for it. Of course, there’s the classic, straight-up Nutella sandwich. Then there’s […]

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  I was recently feeling down about turning 31. I couldn’t believe how quickly I’d gotten here, with my 20’s firmly in the rearview mirror and my 30’s in full swing. My 20’s were everything I’d hoped for. I spent the first year living in Italy, and the rest running amuck in New York, building […]

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It’s funny—I made quite a few promises to myself before I had a kid about the things I swore I’d never do as a parent. Above all, I promised I’d NEVER embarrass my kids the way my parents embarrassed me. I’d never be so strict—I’d let them live their lives, do whatever they want to […]

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  There, I said it. I can’t help it, and I’m through hiding it. I fell in love when I was a kid, long before realizing that this isn’t normal behavior. I thought nothing of it as I was growing up. Having brains for dinner was a special event in our house, something we only […]

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  Oh, hi. Yes, it’s me. Funny, I feel like a stranger here, right in my own house, so to speak. I know it’s been a while. I’ve been meaning to say hello for a long time, but as the weeks and months passed, it became harder to just dive in. My time has been […]

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This is what I dug out of the fridge and pantry this week: Semolina flour, purchased two years ago during a flurry of enthusiasm over all things Bob’s Red Mill. Due to expire this month. Found under a pile of tablecloths in the pantry. A mushy sweet potato, ready for the trash if I don’t […]

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My mom has never been creative in the kitchen. She’d be the first person to tell you: she just doesn’t know how to “invent” recipes. I hated this growing up. It meant the same rotation of meals for dinner, the same desserts at holidays. Even if she wasn’t doing the inventing, introducing a new recipe […]

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I spent all last week, from Monday night to Friday, plopped on my couch. It was one of those weeks you daydream about when you’re insanely busy: “If only I could stay home and forget everything, take naps, and watch Netflix on my cozy couch while everyone else runs the rat race.” Only, when that […]

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Whenever I see a mound of pizza dough I’m reminded of a random afternoon when I was about four. We were in the Poconos. My mom was kneading dough for homemade pizzas and I was going through a phase where I was obsessed with eating raw food. Raw pasta, raw sausage, raw dough…I’d sneak bites […]

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I’m in a pantry raid kind of mood. These cupboards are so full, and yet every couple of weeks I stare at them, then over at the fridge, trying to justify takeout. There’s so much stuff lurking in the back corners of our kitchen, tucked behind coffee beans and tomato sauce, that I don’t even […]

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