1. Feb 12, 2013


    The beginnings of Roasted Cauliflower Soup.

    The beginnings of Roasted Cauliflower Soup.

     

  2. Jan 27, 2013


    Just over here keeping my skillet good and greasy.

    Just over here keeping my skillet good and greasy.

     

  3. Dec 13, 2012


    Early to Rise, Early to be Really Cranky Mornings are the worst. Let’s just start things off admitting this. As much as I try, yearn, and force myself to be a morning person it just doesn’t happen. Once I’m up it’s not too bad, life goes on. But physically getting out of bed, well, that’s a whole different story. Most of the time I end up falling asleep during my morning get-out-of-bed pep talks and wake up 45 minutes later. Talk about willpower, right? But then I found a cure, or at the very least something that helps. Ready? Fly to Europe. Yes, you read right. Just hop on that plane, fly to Europe (anywhere, take your pick!), and then return home to the good ol’ U.S. The trick, however, is that you have to stick to the European time zone. When Matthew and I flew home from Dublin about a month ago we had the brilliant idea of trying to harness our (or just my) getting-up-lateness by using the time zone confusion to our advantage. Then the angels sang! It worked! And suddenly I get what mornings are all about. Breakfast, the Today Show, so much time! It’s like no one told me how good it would be.

    Early to Rise, Early to be Really Cranky

    Mornings are the worst. Let’s just start things off admitting this. As much as I try, yearn, and force myself to be a morning person it just doesn’t happen. Once I’m up it’s not too bad, life goes on. But physically getting out of bed, well, that’s a whole different story. Most of the time I end up falling asleep during my morning get-out-of-bed pep talks and wake up 45 minutes later. Talk about willpower, right?
    But then I found a cure, or at the very least something that helps. Ready? Fly to Europe. Yes, you read right. Just hop on that plane, fly to Europe (anywhere, take your pick!), and then return home to the good ol’ U.S. The trick, however, is that you have to stick to the European time zone.
    When Matthew and I flew home from Dublin about a month ago we had the brilliant idea of trying to harness our (or just my) getting-up-lateness by using the time zone confusion to our advantage. Then the angels sang! It worked! And suddenly I get what mornings are all about. Breakfast, the Today Show, so much time! It’s like no one told me how good it would be.

     

  4. Nov 4, 2012


    We ate tamales and champurrado for breakfast, and snacked on fresh concha bread from the panaderia across the street for lunch. Love me some East Harlem. Also, carbs.

    We ate tamales and champurrado for breakfast, and snacked on fresh concha bread from the panaderia across the street for lunch. Love me some East Harlem. Also, carbs.

     

  5. Oct 30, 2012


    Emotional Weather Disaster Eating Like just about all New Yorkers, we spent the past few days under a Sandy-induced vacation, inside, hoping the power stayed on, soaking up all the great light I miss while I’m at work, and, of course, eating. In my case, I used the time to explore the art of cooking “poor food,” as Matthew calls it. It turns out I have gone my entire life without cooking or knowing how to cook oatmeal. From a jar. And not from a instant package. Oops, looks like I haven’t lived, you guys. The good news is, with brown sugar and stewed pears it is really good. Like, I made it a second time to “take some photos” which is code for, I’m in a natural disaster so I’m eating a big ol’ real breakfast for the second day in a row. Jokes aside, I’m feeling blessed we have power and dry floors.

    Emotional Weather Disaster Eating

    Like just about all New Yorkers, we spent the past few days under a Sandy-induced vacation, inside, hoping the power stayed on, soaking up all the great light I miss while I’m at work, and, of course, eating. In my case, I used the time to explore the art of cooking “poor food,” as Matthew calls it. It turns out I have gone my entire life without cooking or knowing how to cook oatmeal. From a jar. And not from a instant package. Oops, looks like I haven’t lived, you guys.
    The good news is, with brown sugar and stewed pears it is really good. Like, I made it a second time to “take some photos” which is code for, I’m in a natural disaster so I’m eating a big ol’ real breakfast for the second day in a row.
    Jokes aside, I’m feeling blessed we have power and dry floors.

     

  6. Aug 22, 2012


    Stuffed Peppers with Quinoa

    Stuffed Peppers with Quinoa

     

  7. Jul 29, 2012


    Sunday Homemade Ice Cream

    Sunday Homemade Ice Cream

     

  8. Jul 9 2012



    Agua de Límon

    Hot, Hot Heat

    It’s been insanely hot for about the past week or so. We’ve given up on energy efficiency (that’s fancy lingo for the fact we’re cheap and using an A/C isn’t) and turned on the cool air. The heat has also made us get more creative with our hydration than water because, as it turns out, water gets boring, but aguas (flavored waters) are like manna from Heaven. Fresh juice, water, and a bit of sugar. Yesterday Matthew made a batch of agua de límon before dinner and my soul rejoiced.

    The heat has also made me do other crazy things, like one day last week. I deleted my Google Reader. Or, more accurately, I emptied all of the subscriptions from my Reader. I know it’s nothing novel, and that plenty do so every day. But, if you’d be so kind, I’d love to tell you how great it feels. Ready? Okay.

    IT FEELS GREAT.

    There, that’s it. The convenience of the whole operation was a big drive for my using it, but as it turns out, the Internet is a lot more than text. I whittled down the list of sites I frequent. And now I actually visit the sites, through an Internet browser. It’s like the world is beautiful again. I see websites, and I’m no longer a I’m-bored-check-my-Reader kind of person. So people of the world, join me. Life is good on the other side.