Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas at my parents' house without doing things in excess. And, whatever you think “excess” is, you should probably double it. Frankly, if you’re coming by for dinner, wear something comfortable because by the time you leave, your clothes aren’t going to fit as fetchingly as they did when you walked in the door. I’m talking belly-bulging pants-unzipped discomfort – with a blissfully delirious smile, that is… Read more »
eating my way through new orleans
An excerpt from my food journal Sunday, December 4, 2011 My belly is swollen and my heart is heavy on today’s return flight from New Orleans. I keep looping last night’s veal osso bucco over and over in my mind. An inherently tough shank was transformed into tender perfection after being slowly braised in wine [...] Read more »