This is my favorite soup ever. An easy, satisfying and classic Italian dish. Comfort in a bowl – or in this case, a mug.
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.
It’s officially fall! Do you know what that means here in Florida? Nothing.
Please forgive me for the excessive amount of pasta photography you are about to endure.
What if I told you that it was okay to eat an entire pan of melty, bubbly, decadent lasagna?
You know it’s time for comfort food when you find yourself crying in a public place.
After an intense game of Pictionary on Sunday night — which was accompanied by four bottles of wine — I needed to cuddle up to something warm and comforting last night for dinner after my long day at work post-Pictionary. How would you draw “clear cut”?!
This is really the greatest thing ever. I have made probably 8 pizzas in 2 weeks. I don’t even think that’s an exaggeration.