Romantic Heart-Shaped Almond & Chocolate Cake
Last February, as Valentine’s Day approached, I found myself standing in my kitchen at midnight, flour dusting my countertops like fresh snow, wondering if I’d bitten off more than I …
Last February, as Valentine’s Day approached, I found myself standing in my kitchen at midnight, flour dusting my countertops like fresh snow, wondering if I’d bitten off more than I …
The first time I truly understood the alchemy of grilling was on a summer evening when my grandfather handed me the tongs and said, “Listen to the meat, it’ll tell …
The first time I attempted Beef Wellington, I was twenty-three and desperately trying to impress a dinner guest who had casually mentioned loving “fancy food.” Armed with ambition and a …
The first time I understood the true power of bread was during a particularly dreary Tuesday evening when my grandmother invited me into her small kitchen. Rain drummed against the …
The first time I made this cheesecake, it was for my sister’s birthday in early June when strawberries were at their absolute peak. I remember standing in the kitchen at …
I still remember the first time I encountered a proper Waldorf salad at my grandmother’s bridge club luncheon when I was twelve. The dining room buzzed with the gentle chatter …
The first time I made this dish, it was during one of those unpredictable spring evenings when the weather couldn’t decide between rain and sunshine. My kitchen windows were fogged …
The first time I discovered crack chicken, I was standing in my friend Sarah’s kitchen at 2 PM on a rainy Tuesday, watching her shred slow-cooked chicken with two forks …
The first time I made these muffins, it was one of those Sunday mornings when the house felt particularly quiet and the kitchen seemed to beckon with possibility. Three overripe …
The morning sun streamed through my kitchen window as I reached for the carton of farm-fresh eggs, their shells still carrying traces of hay from yesterday’s farmers market visit. There’s …