One of my new--and most amazing--food/recipe discoveries this year has been homemade chicken stock. It's head and shoulders above any chicken stock yo...
As I mentioned earlier last week (before I got horribly sick on a week-long business trip to New York), I'm participating in a week of eating in. Ca...
This past Christmas, Matt and I happened upon a little slice of awesomeness in Columbus, Ohio called The Northstar Cafe. It's the kind of place th...
I have flipped through Jim Lahey's book, My Bread, at some half-dozen bookstores before I finally received a copy of it for Christmas (thanks to m...
Inspiration often strikes at the oddest of times. I often come home and find myself surrounded by recipes, but feeling completely undetermined. Ev...
Rum-Spiked dulce de leche. Need I say more? I don't, but I will. Because I gotta. I have been itching to tell you about this delectable sweet sinc...
You and your blood oranges. I've been hearing that phrase consistently every winter for the past five years. You see, when I lived in Italy my junior ...
B'stilla. Now that's a word you've probably never heard before (perhaps I'm being presumptuous). Until a few years ago, it certainly wasn't a dish I...
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Just looking at these pictures from Uva Enoteca make me want to go back. This is my kind of food: cheese, meats, small plates, bread, delicious ni...
