(Diner, Williasmburg, Brooklyn) As a resident New Yorker and a well-known food lover, the most common question I’m asked by friends and visitors is: “Where should we have brunch?” I always have to hem and haw, consult with friends and come up with a few suggestions. I’m terrified of sending someone to a place they

(No, we’re not auctioning off our Mom! We’re auctioning a cooking class for you and  5 friends!) Last week, Mom wrote a post  about our dear friend, Jennifer Perillo whose husband died suddenly from a heart attack. Through her grief, Jennie asked us all to do one thing: make peanut butter pie to honor her

All week I have been dreaming of doughnuts. And not just any doughnuts, Doughnut Plant doughnuts. Though Andy doesn’t love sweets, he does appreciate a good doughnut (accompanied by a cup of Twinings Earl Grey) so I managed to convince him that we should stop off in the Lower East Side on our way back from brunch

(Our boat tour took us to a private beach, couldn’t get enough of this light) This week Andy and I are in Turks and Caicos celebrating our five- year wedding anniversary, returning to the place where we honeymooned. Five years ago we were newlyweds. At just-turned 23, some would say we were babies, but Andy

This past weekend, Mom, Sharon, Erika and I hosted the second annual Big Summer Potluck in Bucks County, PA at our home on Friday night and then at Linden Hill Gardens on Saturday. We were only able to pull it off because of an enormous amount of support from Dad, Andy, Tony and our dear

As soon as Andy and I moved to the city a year and a half ago, we started hearing about a place called Russ and Daughters, located at 179 East Houston Street. We heard from several friends and acquaintances that this fourth generation, family owned store specializing in smoked fish and caviar, had the best

Where breakfast is concerned, some people are “gimme a cup of coffee and I’m good.” This would not be me. I need to put food in my morning belly. Could be a smoothie, a bowl of oatmeal or a granola bar on the go, but I’ve got to have something. I’m almost always hungry before

When Andy and I lived in England, we would visit his grandparents nearly every weekend for a roast dinner. I could wax poetic about Nanny’s roast dinner for ages, but you can read about it here. Nanny made everything from scratch, but she rarely made dessert. Yet she always had at least two (if not

In the past few years I have learned that major life changes cause major kitchen changes. A few years ago it was a move to Africa, then temporarily living with Mom and Dad, then the move to the big city. With each change came new challenges that forced me to grow as a cook and

Mom and I are still recovering from our whirlwind weekend in Oklahoma at The Pioneer Woman‘s Ranch, but I wanted to share a few more snapshots of our time together there. As a fly on the wall, you would have seen a lot of this: sitting, talking, eating, drinking and laughing. And of course I

As a food blogger who travels with some frequency, I love getting recommendations for “must-try” restaurants and “gotta have” specialties from locals and people in the know. I usually get three or four recommendations, maybe six at a stretch. But when people learned that I was going to New Orleans for a week, the suggestions

The kitchen at the lodge is huge and full of light

Mom, Andy and I are training for a marathon in October, so over Memorial Day weekend we had to do one of our long runs. That week it was ten miles. Some days I love it. I feel strong, I hit my stride (what they call a “runner’s high”) and could run hours. Other days,

When Sharon and I were girls, there was nothing more exciting than going to lunch with Dad. It didn’t happen too often, but when it did, it was special. Dad always took me to a place called the Hot Spot in Doylestown (that was more our place) and Sharon to a Chinese restaurant called Hong