Clean eating is dominating London’s culinary zeitgeist more than ever before, with these eight notable spots at the helm. Continue reading “a taste of London”
Caesar salad always came with a caveat.
No anchovies, please.
And if they were part of the dressing, well, there goes that. There’s always caprese.
So having not ever come within fork’s distance of an anchovy in my entire life, I nonetheless absorbed my mother’s strong aversion to the slimy, hairy fish and decided that I too would never, ever eat it. Because ew. So gross. Continue reading “anchovies and adulthood”
Trays of lukewarm pasta sat on the counter, with the once pillowy ricotta and creamy mozzarella slowly solidifying around the mangled ziti. Day-old ciabatta sat on a cutting board, crumbs strewn about, with a half-eaten plate of chicken marsala resting on the stovetop — crimini mushrooms trapped in the now congealed sauce. Continue reading “on cooking through grief”
The first time I heard the word, “ratatouille,” I was 14 years old and sitting on a cushioned movie theater seat, snug between my mom and my sister, watching the rat Remy come to life as an ambitious Parisian chef. I chose gummy bears and my sister, popcorn, and we sat next to each other to pass the snacks back and forth, enjoying the salty crunchiness of the popcorn and sweet chewiness of the candy.
Other than the hour or so of Pixar-animated entertainment, the movie didn’t make much of an impression on my young-teen mind. In fact, I barely thought about the story or the food again until six years had passed and I was sitting on a wobbly, white plastic stool in a tiny kitchen in Paris. Continue reading “when words failed, ratatouille didn’t”
Mention Puglia to any Italian, and you’ll likely be greeted with an expression of sheer bewilderment — until, that is, they realize that what you’re actually trying to say (but butchering in exceptional fashion) is poo-lee-a.
But once it’s clear that you’re referencing the sun-drenched heel of Italy, you’ll be hard-pressed to get anyone to stop praising this relatively undiscovered region in the south. Continue reading “a taste of Puglia”
The what, why, and how of urban composting when your apartment is tiny and your backyard, nonexistent. Continue reading “a beginner’s guide to urban composting”
A poignant look at how the revolutionary “hippie” food of the 1960s and 70s — from sprouted whole grains and legumes to organic produce, soy, and macrobiotics — evolved into what we eat today.
Continue reading “from counterculture to contemporary American cuisine in Jonathan Kauffman’s “Hippie Food” “
An ode to the most meta breakfast you’ll ever eat. Continue reading “how to make oat milk (+muesli to go with it, too)”
An inconvenient blessing in disguise… Continue reading “3 ways growing up without a microwave changed my relationship with food”
It’s impossible not to feel an affectionate warmth towards Julia Child while reading My Life In France, an autobiography co-written with her husband’s grand-nephew, Alex Prud’homme. Continue reading “4 indispensable cooking lessons from Julia Child’s “My Life in France””