My dad makes the. best. chicken. marsala. ever. For years, I’ve watched him make this insanely good dish and I’ve finally mustered the courage to take it on.
For when nothing but a huge bowl of cheesy pasta will do.
Your boring tomato soup just got a serious, elegant, caramelized upgrade, just in time for fall.
On homemade baguettes of course. Picnic anyone?
Cannellini beans, bright greens and buttery crushed tomatoes create a heavenly sauce for pasta. A creamy red sauce without the cream, and dare I say better without it. The new vodka sauce is here – and it’s called Pink Greens & Beans.
Simple, delicious and perfect for an elegant dinner-for-two, this roasted splayed chicken boasts crispy skin and juicy meat — and it’s ready in an hour. This is not your Thanksgiving bird.
The air smells of leather and pine, and the rustling of the wind floating through the tops of trees almost sounds like the beginning of summer rain in Florida. It’s as if the world’s quietest train was passing through to its next stop in the sky. Climbing at least 1,200 feet straight up on a mountain, at an altitude of over 10,000 feet above sea level to begin with, is not something you forget (or do) easily. My dad and Matt and I carefully watched our footing as we hiked over sprawling tree roots and masses of rocks, laughing and literally out of breath along the way. There were times on our six-hour hike where just a few feet away from us, was a sharp, terrifying drop down. I remember seeing a woman ahead of us cover the side of her face so she couldn’t see it. It’s in these moments where you get a true sense of nature’s incredible beauty, vastness and wonder—and that we are powerless and small in comparison. In Colorado, the …
Hey, I didn’t call it that — my boyfriend did. In fact, when I asked Matt what he wanted for his very special whatever-you-want 30th birthday dinner, this is what he asked for.
This delicious, healthy, flexible and easy one-pot wonder is for all you weeknight warriors out there.
I know it’s been a while, but what better way to welcome myself back than with a big bowl of pasta?