
Last week it dawned on my that I haven’t shared a main meal in a long time; maybe you were even beginning to think that we survived on apple ring pancakes, fig tarts, and fiesta corn dip alone? Hardly. Though, that would be an interesting experiment… I guess when it comes down to it, I’m more inclined to post baked goods, apps, and breakfasts, as they are what I experiment with most during my free time on the weekends. However, the other days of the week, I am part of a working household that tries to juggle careers, fitness goals, social lives, and, frankly, sanity. On those five nights that I cook dinner after work, the objective usually revolves around creating something tasty and healthy, with minimal mess and time. Read more »
chicken with artichokes and tomatoes
whole wheat apple ring pancakes
The orchards in the Northeast are ripe for the picking with rosy colored apples and, while they are quite delicious in their crispy “au naturel” form, they only get better when heated through in a warm oven or over a hot stove. Toss with some complimentary seasonal spices and you have the essence of Fall. Any way you slice them, any time of year, the harmonious balance of sweet and tart that lies within an apple is simply one of my most beloved flavors.
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homemade ricotta
Memory is ultra selective. What differentiates the things we remember versus the things that fall through the cracks? I’m often dumbfounded as I listen to friends recount detailed stories wherein I was one of the main characters, but all I can recall is a foggier picture of that same tale. [And, I know what you’re thinking, so let me pre-empt you: Alcohol was not involved in the majority of these “memories.”] After reflecting on this for a while, I began to think that maybe that’s why I feel the need to document every moment of this life with photographs. Read more »
apple+bacon+cheddar grilled cheese
Fall is upon us. Ashy gray skies are the daily standard and funky shaped gourds have taken over the farmer’s market. Autumn on the East coast means different things to different people, but here’s what comes to my mind when I forage through mental photographs of fall past: Read more »




















