But if I can’t go, this is the next best thing.
Musings on the circuitous nature of trends… plus cooking tips, flavor pairings, and recipe suggestions.
The one experience that opened my eyes to the fish everyone loves to hate.
When grief entered my kitchen, people instinctually wanted to feed me. But I didn’t need food — I needed to cook.
How this humble peasant dish helped me feel at home in Paris.
An ode to the most meta breakfast you’ll ever eat.
Pops of juicy blueberries meet fragrant rosemary, tangy citrus, and sweet honey for a less indulgent but equally as delicious scone.
The concept is simple: thoughtful meals curated with seasonal, locally-sourced food. The best part? It all comes in reusable glass jars inviting New Yorkers to slow down, indulge responsibly, and enjoy every bite.
When I was in France, I experimented with a whole slew of root vegetables. Turnips, celeriac, parsnips, black radishes — you name it, I roasted it. I also ate my fair share of beets, a nutrient-dense vegetable from the same botanical family as spinach, Swiss chard, and quinoa.
If you were to tell me in high school that, after graduating college, I would pack up and move abroad, I would more than likely have laughed in your face. My image of post-graduate life involved hole-in-the-wall NYC apartments and cubicles, not working abroad. But I suppose life can surprise you when you’d least expect it because, as […]