As you may have noticed, over the past few (ahem, or maybe more than a few) months, my posts have been sporadic. The time between updates has slowly stretched and, to be honest, there have been times...
Last Friday night, I returned to Chicago after a three-week work trip. To say that I was glad to be home would be an extreme understatement. I missed my husband, my city, my kitchen, my food, my easy...
First, thank you so much for the comments and emails and kind words about our exciting news! It was such fun to share the news here, and to hear from so many of you. It makes me miss this site even...
I have a good excuse. For weeks, I’ve been meaning to tell you about this hot fudge sauce, which is decadent and thick and glossy and everything a hot fudge sauce should be. The recipe has bee...
With February upon us and January behind us, I think I can finally bring you a recipe that is truly a beacon of health, without running the risk of appearing to be a New Year’s resolution clich...
Every January, I end up on a citrus tear. I’m not much for resolutions, and January is far from my favorite month (I grew up in Minnesota, and I live in Chicago, after all), but I do love the ...
It’s been quiet here, for too long. Christmas and Hanukkah slipped by without a hello, or a recipe. The new year rang in without a word. We’re a ways into January, now, and the site ha...
After a busy couple of months, I was just starting to think that I wouldn’t have much time for holiday baking. But that’s when the urge to make these biscotti hit. I was in the mood for...
I have so much to say, but no where to start. When I’m at a loss, I usually retreat to the kitchen, so that’s what I’ll do now, and I’ll tell you that today, my kitchen was a...
I cooked what felt like a million things over the weekend, and I’ll eat almost none of them. Instead, the dishes are stashed in my parents’ freezer—a stockpile for my mother’...
After a week’s worth of 70- to 80-degree October days, I’ve finally settled on the perfect solution for this unseasonal weather. It’s this: Pumpkin Ice Cream. With bourbon, naturall...
We visited the Green City Market on Saturday morning, and I was struck by the duplicity of this time of year. Depending which way you looked, you might’ve found yourself in one season or the o...
The last few days of cooler weather and earlier sunsets have me nostalgic for the summer that’s all but slipped away. For long nights on the deck. For meandering walks through the neighborhoo...
The best recipes are born in an instant. Or, at least that’s how they emerge in my world—in a split second, when hunger and inspiration collide, a product of the exact moment, the day, m...
It’s that time of August when you realize that the end of summer is near, even if you can’t see it—like the moment after you pull the drain-stopper from a sink full of suds, just be...
The kind of cooking that’s been happening in my kitchen lately is a summer kind of cooking. Most of the time, it’s barely “cooking” at all. It’s largely based on fresh...
Kevin would be in L.A. the week before the Fourth of July. So, we set our sights on a road trip up the coast over the long weekend. Kevin picked me up at LAX, and we drove north along the coast, wh...
I made this dish last week, on the eve of the holiday weekend, and, while it was spot-on that night, it felt all wrong as I flipped through the photos. Who wants cauliflower over the Fourth of July ...
If I had to pick one thing—a single, solitary thing—that I loved most about June, it just might be the strawberries. There are peonies, and fireflies, and graduations, and kids out of sc...
Hello! Happy June! Happy belated Memorial Day! Happy summer! Happy farmers’ market season! Man, I’ve been gone longer than I thought I would be. I’ve missed all these beginnin...
Last weekend, Kevin flew west (for a weekend with his friends in Yosemite) and I flew north (to Minnesota, to see my family). The camera went with Kevin (filed under “The Things I Do For Love&...
When we moved back to Chicago from DC in 2005, one of the biggest draws of this town was that it was where many of our friends were living. Kevin had grown up here, we’d both gone to college h...
I’m crazy for ramps right now. Absolutely mad. I see them in the grocery store, tucked beneath deep green eaves of chard and kale, and I can’t help but grab a bundle in my fist, lift th...
I’m sure there’s some way to spin these radishes—quick pickled in a brine that’s equal parts sweet, sour, spicy and salt—as Passover- or Easter-friendly. Nary a speck o...
Well, I’m here to report that it worked! The kale-centric goodbye gala for winter that I staged last time I was here really, really worked. Not more than two days after that post, spring arri...
Spring, as it’s wont to do, is proceeding in fits and starts. We shivered through a Cubs game yesterday afternoon, only to find ourselves eating dinner on the deck—sockless! with candle...
I didn’t mean to be gone so long. When we came home from a long weekend in Palm Springs, I planned to post here within the week. But, instead, silence. And I don’t really know why. It&...
It’s been one of those weeks. The weeks where you feel like you’re hanging on for dear life, one day hurtling toward the next, and then the next. Suddenly, it’s nearly Friday and ...
A quick bread is a beautiful thing. Don’t you think? No yeast packets. No hovering over the bowl, willing that yeast to proof, dammit, proof! No hours-long rises. No messy counter, dusted with...
I’m not much of a Valentine’s girl, as I’ve said here before. To recap: the whole thing is just a little silly, in my view. The chocolate and the booze that it encourages, however...
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