smoky corn couscous pilaf with bbq salmon & sesame roasted tricolor pepper traybake
“Pilaf” is a humorous word. It sounds to me like someone poorly pronouncing “pillow” with some unnamed tendency to throw a sound that…
“Pilaf” is a humorous word. It sounds to me like someone poorly pronouncing “pillow” with some unnamed tendency to throw a sound that…
I discovered arctic char a couple months back on a random Whole Foods adventure. J and I caught it on sale for $9.99/lb,…
I’d imagine for many now is a difficult time to scrounge up inspiration to say much more than expressions of fear and sadness.…
No secrets here: I love soup. I’m comforted by the aroma, the motion of warm broth seeking the chilled crevices of my body…
One fine day in quarantine, I grew inspired to make my own tortillas. I happily did not botch them. Naturally, what transpires after…
Sunday sauce. I’m typing currently with a rather airy franticness circulating about my brain. I should probably pause and stoop into Child’s Pose…
I heard the other night a chorus of bells, applause, and a banging of this and that from balconies across the island neighborhoods.…
How is everyone? Though a rhetorical question, really – all of us have odd feelings pertaining to our present reality – I myself…
Soup is in my year-round dinner rotation: formulas simply depend on temperature. These brothy fixtures tick several boxes off as far as nutrition…
I don’t mind washing dishes, but I’m certainly a minority there. Most everyone I know abhors scrubbing, for the chore it is and…