First, I’d like to wish each and every one of you a happy, healthy, and prosperous new year! It’s January again, the month where we gladly, or reflectively, bid adieu to the past year and anything about it we weren’t necessarily pleased with. It’s a time for resolution and a time for change. In my case, it’s a time for the biggest change in my life and about time I make a little confession to you, my readers, concerning a sensational secret I’ve been keeping the past five months: there’s a bun in the oven. And, I’m not just talking about one of these ooey gooey buns that you’re looking at above, but an equally sweet little baby that we are expecting this spring. I’m not quite sure how I’ve kept it from you so long, as it’s been the biggest thing going on in my life and, quite frankly, we’re absolutely over the moon with excitement and anticipation. Read more »
a [cinna]bun in the oven
spinach + cheese manicotti
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
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 with lucsious marrow in tact for picking and smearing about. To cut the fat, it was accompanied by a bright citrus marmalade and then – in complete contradiction – served on a bed of creamy goat cheese whipped mashed potatoes. Pure glory in my mouth that nearly twelve hours later has yet to vacate my stomach. Or maybe it’s the mile high banana cream pie I ate afterward; the one I nearly broke into a cold sweat trying to finish. Whatever it is, this was a weekend of eating with reckless abandon… and I don’t have one single regret. Read more »





















