Monthly Archives: July 2011

Beef in my hair.

You know me by now.  You know that if there is a short cut in the kitchen, I am not likely to take it. Because for me, it’s not always about the end result, but about the journey we take to get there. Let’s talk about ground meat.  What’s in it? You don’t know. You... read more →

Jesus, the Jewtalian.

I have some news that might alarm you.  You were all taught wrong.  About world history, that is. See, I happen to know that no one told you that Jesus was Italian. No one told me, it just so happens that I found out as an adult.  How did I find out? Because! I was... read more →

The soul patch of food.

I have this ginormous mild obsession with cast iron. There is something so basic and simple about a pan you can’t wash. Right? Just use the damn pan and wipe it out. Alright, I suppose instead of simple we should call a spade a spade: lazy. However, if not washing a pan is going to... read more →

Back to the Basics

Every blue moon, you just have to go back to the basics.  The real simple, low ingredient basics. The good Martha, this tastes like home basics. And I personally think the only way to do that, is by braising meat.  Or making pasta, if you had the good fortune of an italian grandmother. My grandparents... read more →

Brown Drank

Whooo boy, have I got a treat for you. You and I both know that as much as I love me some red wine, Dad loves himself some brown drank more than anyone I know. Yes. I did. say drank. you’re welcome. See, we were on the good ole’ H-moon at Bouchon, Thomas Keller’s French... read more →