The opposite of fancy|
In August of 2014 - which, for those who are counting, was twenty-two entire months ago - I mentioned my friend Natalie's "famous cucumber dip." A bunch of you asked for the recipe, so I e-mailed Natalie, and she sent it promptly. The recipe is not f...
Monday, June 13, 2016
It seems lately that I’ve found a lot of good reasons to not cook – or, if I do cook, to not cook anything new or anything that requires more than a passing thought. I’m a big champion of scrambled eggs for dinner, as you likely kno...
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Every year, my friend Brandi takes her preteen niece Paige on a trip for spring break, and this year, June and I went along. Last week, the four of us spent four days exploring the Grand Canyon and nearby Antelope Canyon, eating trail mix (the kind w...
Monday, March 28, 2016
Dino's Tomato Pie
Yesterday, my mom took June to the aquarium, and Brandon and I spent the day at Dino’s Tomato Pie, hanging photographs on the walls and making lists, getting ready to open the day after tomorrow. Like Delancey and Essex, Dino’s is owned b...
Monday, March 7, 2016
Cooking with a young child
Today, on the ole blog: some thoughts about cooking with a kid! After the jump! Because I totally get that not everyone wants to read about kid stuff! See you next time! But first, Chicago- and Chicago-area-dwellers: I am boarding a plane and coming...
Friday, February 19, 2016
No one awake but us
On the night we got there, when we checked in, the lady at the front desk wrote out the wifi network and password on the corner of a pad of paper, ripped it free, and handed it to me. I slid it into my phone case, so that I wouldn’t lose it, an...
Monday, February 8, 2016
That January thing
Split pea, the ugliest soup! The food whose appearance most closely approximates toxic waste water! The miraculous substance capable of making a home kitchen feel like a military chow hall! Capable of making a person who has never used the words R...
Friday, January 29, 2016
I’ve spent half of the past week sitting on the couch with a cold-y, not-at-school three-year-old, attempting to work while holding my neck cocked to the right at a 45-degree angle because she wants to hold a hank of my hair and smell it while ...
Friday, January 15, 2016
On esoteric fruit
I first tasted quince the first time I had dinner with my first editor, an exceedingly kind, thoughtful woman of whom I nonetheless was terrified, because she was very New York Publishing World, and because she was my first editor. She had let me cho...
Saturday, January 9, 2016
This post is to point out something that, well, if you’re reading this, you’ve probably already noticed: Orangette, the old gal, got a facelift. The feel of this site is important to me, as I know it is to you, and I hope you’ll fin...
Monday, December 14, 2015