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.
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?
I’ve come up with a million different recipes to use these patties and I’ve already enjoyed them three ways — in two days. Enter sweet-salty-nutty-perfect-not-your-boring-black-bean burger.
You know it’s time for comfort food when you find yourself crying in a public place.
My dad taught me how to make risotto. It is definitely up there with one of my favorite meals. Mostly because cooking with my dad is so much fun. I know a lot of people say “Oh, my dad is great,” but I mean I truly can kick it with pops. We knock back a few Pinot Noir’s and tell overly-animated stories while somehow managing to make perfect risotto every time.
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.