Joey gave me a lemon tree for my last birthday. It went right into the kitchen next to the sunniest window, and ever since then I’ve been feeding it, singing to it, and showing it off to guests like a proud parent. My reward was an explosion of blooms that released a smell so sweet…
a torte for passover
Someday, I hope I can pull off Passover. Right now, I don’t have the grounding, the table, the plate, the haggadah, or the Yiddish. I always imagine my grandmother with her blue embroidered placemats and the crumpled tissue she would unearth from deep within her cleavage so she could dab her eyes when we all…
eclairs
Tomorrow is Rosie’s birthday, but because tomorrow is a school day and then I have an extra long selectboard meeting (I know, I know–my term is almost over), we decided that we’d officially change the day to last Friday and she could be the boss of the day. She wanted to go skiing. And then…
broccoli raab and green garlic quiche
A few weeks ago, I was at a new friend’s house for breakfast. She started to cook, and after a progression of events involving kids and coffee and other distractions resulted in burned butter in the frying pan, she confessed that although she was thrilled to have us over and she loved hosting people, she…
ramp, asparagus, and ricotta frittata
Before we get into it–an apology. I’m just a little bit sorry for including ramps in this recipe. I’m sorry that the title of this post includes a food for which you might have to forage, most likely with someone who either 1) despite living in Brooklyn, seems to know their way around the woods…
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