I’m looking at a dime-sized burn on my wrist, feeling like a real-life, serious, cooks-everything-on-the-grill griller.
Lemon
Spring Lasagna
Today is my birthday, and for years, that meant I got to eat ribs and birthday cake.
Stewed White Beans with Farro
Victoria’s Pimm’s Cup
Roasted Asparagus with Pesto and an Egg
If my Instagram feed informed me of anything this weekend, it’s that rooftop season has officially begun in Brooklyn, and you bettah bet I was part of it.
Lemon Poppy Seed Doughnuts
I’ve gotten non-stop comments on the blue gingham button up and white jeans I’m wearing today. “You look like a walking picnic,” and “I like color on you,” and “Well, you’re just jumping into spring, aren’t you?!” You know what, y’all? Yes, yes I am.
Classic Tzatziki
I love being a grown up. Sure, some aspects are the worst, like taxes. But the freedom of choice you have as an adult is fantastic. I particularly enjoy deciding what I want to cook and when. If I want to fry pumpkin doughnuts the day after eating an undisclosed number of chicken nuggets, I can. If I want to wake up hungover to make homemade “breakfast handpies” (read: pop tarts), I can. And if I want to make certain dishes that my mother tells me to for Easter weekend, I can do that too.
