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?
This is my favorite soup ever. An easy, satisfying and classic Italian dish. Comfort in a bowl – or in this case, a mug.
You don’t actually need an entire night to enjoy overnight oats in the morning. In fact, with a little help from a secret ingredient, you can have soft and creamy cold oats for breakfast in under an hour.
It’s Sunday morning and you want something delicious. Pancakes? Too much work. Crepes? Who do you think you are? The Dutch Baby is your solution.
I picked up Zoe Francois and Jeff Hertzberg’s brilliant book a few months ago, and I can honestly say I haven’t bought a baguette since.
When I first read about Marcella Hazan in the New York Times, I have to say I was skeptical. No olive oil? No garlic? Will my grandmother be angry? I hesitate to say a tomato sauce changed my life, but part of me kind of wants to make that claim
In this post, we’re going to revisit a classic recipe that has become a staple in my house.