Note from Pam… I got an e-mail this morning from someone wanting our Oreo Truffle Football recipe. I headed over to Three Many Cooks to grab the link, and that’s when I realized that although this recipe ran about this time last year in USA Weekend, it never ran here. There’s also an accompanying video–one
One of the greatest things about blogging is being inspired by other bloggers. I will not wax poetic about how much I love food blogging and social media (which I’m prone to doing), I will simply share with you the recipes and posts that really caught my eye this week. 1) I’m sort of on
A couple months ago, Joy the Baker shared an Orange Pomander tutorial on her site. That post brought me right back to my childhood when Mom, Sharon, and I would make pomanders and hang them around the house at Christmas. With that vibrant orange, the colorful ribbon and the fresh scent, we happily left them up through winter
On Sunday afternoon I had the privilege of co-hosting my friend Anna’s baby shower. I met Anna 18 months ago through her blog, London Foodie in NY. We bonded quickly over our mutual love of food and the fact that she and her husband are English. Our friendship is yet another testament to why I love the
I’m sick and have been for two days. The kind of sick where you can barely lift your head off the pillow. Achy body, chills, headache, stomach pain. And when you’ve got a flu virus, there are only two things that heal: a hot bath and a home-cooked meal. A hot bath is easy enough,
All photos by the incredibly talented and wildly hilarious photographer, Ralph Alswang, former Clinton White House photographer. On December 17, 2011 Sharon and Anthony were married at Marquand Chapel at Yale Divinity School where they met over two years ago. Sharon was radiant, gorgeous and glowing. Anthony was handsome–no, dashing! And their wedding was the
94% of you will ask, what is SantaCon? It’s a Santa Conference, of course! Thousands of men, women and even children and pets dressed as Santa moving around New York City en masse spreading good tidings and holiday cheer (with a few drinks along the way). As soon as Andy and I found out about
Yesterday afternoon New York-area bloggers and new media friends got together for the Annual Holiday Cookie Swap, a charity fundraiser, hosted by Bloggers without Borders and friends at the amazing Hill Country Barbecue. It’s always fun to get together with friends who have a common love of food, but it’s even more fun when you’re doing
One of my favorite cookbooks of all time is Nigella Lawson’s, Christmas. I bought it about five years ago, right after I got married, when I was living in England. Mom, Dad and Sharon were coming for Christmas and I was equal parts ecstatic and terrified. I couldn’t wait to have my family in my
My little sister is getting married. This little sister. This photo was probably taken in 1988 outside student housing at Yale Divinity School, where Dad was studying for the ministry. Now my sister is doing her graduate work there. And getting married at the chapel there. I feel like I’m in the Twighlight Zone. Two
It’s no secret. I’ve all but stopped cooking these past few months. With essentially two full-time jobs, a blog, a bustling social life, food events and a myriad of other responsibilities, I can’t seem to find the time. Unlike others who try to avoid cooking dinner, I look for every opportunity. But I have almost
On Sunday, Mom, Andy and I ran the Steamtown Marathon in Scranton, Pennsylvania. This was Mom’s tenth marathon. For Andy and me, it was number one. We drove up to Scranton together the afternoon before. We stopped by the Expo, picked up our race numbers, had a relaxing afternoon at the hotel and then went
Last Sunday was heavenly. Andy and I were basking in the afterglow of a wonderful wedding the night before and enjoying an early fall day: crisp, bright and blue. As we took the train back to the city, we decided to extend the warm and fuzzy feeling by treating ourselves to a nice brunch. We
When you work full time, contribute to a blog, run a small non-profit and and live a frenetic city life, it’s a small victory to get a home-cooked dinner on the table at night. The new sad truth is, most nights I don’t