Here I am, cruisin’ down Rt. 91 on my way home from Easter at my parents – a time for new sundresses and a refreshing spring thaw – and it’s snowing. Again. On April 2nd.
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A Pinch of Summer: Grilled Skirt Steak with a Garlic and Herb Sauce
I’m looking at a dime-sized burn on my wrist, feeling like a real-life, serious, cooks-everything-on-the-grill griller.
Stewed White Beans with Farro
Lentil Salad with Kielbasa
Marinated Goat Cheese
Summer Happy Hour Spreads: Herbed Ricotta, Pea Pesto, & Pimento Cheese
Well, Memorial Day Weekend has come and gone and I’m so happy it’s the start of another summer season.
Produce & Productivity: Summer Salad Dressings
Listen up, y’all. I have something important to say. Just because it’s Sunday and you’re all alone, that doesn’t mean you can’t make yourself a Sunday night feast. And just because it’s 90 degrees and brutal outside, that doesn’t mean your feast can’t include a roast chicken. I won’t let any of that stop me. No way, no how. Either way I’m roasting a chicken. (You can expect this to be the title of my first memoir.)
A Pinch of Summer: Roasted Potato Salad
I’m a stickler for traditions. If we don’t eat the white lasagna on Christmas Eve or jump in the lake after our morning walks in Vermont, things just don’t feel right. You could accuse me of not liking change (and you’d be right), but I like to think of it as keeping things classic. And just because I like to keep things classic, doesn’t mean that I don’t like to try new things, too.
A Pinch of Summer: Grilled Salmon Salade Niçoise
When your Instagram and SnapChat feeds are full of images of rosé and beach shots from the French Riviera, there is nothing to do but get yourself to a similar locale as soon as possible. So, this past weekend when several of my coworkers were traipsing along the Mediterranean downing pretty pink wines, I returned to LBI for a weekend of bike building, yacht club cocktail hours, and as always, more grilling.
Home Cooking with Laurie Colwin: Baked Mustard Chicken and Herb Biscuits
Back in mid-May, I made what very well may be the last meal I cook in my home of 16 years. My parents are selling our house. Just like baking chocolate or revenge, it’s bittersweet. After living in five different states all while under the age of 10, we finally landed in New Jersey, where I did most of my growing up and where I learned how great bagels really are. In that house, we’ve said goodbye to dear pets and we’ve welcomed new ones. On our street, I learned how to drive in a car that was recently, after 17 years, traded in for a pick-up truck. (I’m still laughing about how my dad parks his new truck behind his cream-colored Mini-Cooper with racing stripes.) Through the years, I’ve left our pretty, grey house for multiple adventures to Europe and across the U.S. Over almost two years in Brooklyn, I’ve gone back often to spend quiet weekends in the suburbs with my parents and my pets. And, in our home’s kitchen, I’ve learned how to cook.
