After KP and I finish a marathon, as a woman, there is really nothing like the experience of eating a whole pizza by yourself. And thinking to yourself, I still probably need a few more calories to make up today’s deficit! KP and I just finished our 28th marathon, in pursuit of the 50 nifty […]
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Citrus Tart, Basil Pecan Pesto and Chicken Cacciatore for Spring
Spring is here. “Men thatch the roof. The dogs bark. The rooks, rising in a net, fall in a net among the elm trees. The wave of life flings itself out indefatigably.” Virginia Woolf, in her essay on illness, somehow incensed me to live with vigor and vim… As I read her in Spring, she […]
Peach Tart and other Farm to Table Desserts
Saturday. The day when all our front lawns get crew cuts, all the food threatening to rot in the fridge gets whipped into salads and quiches and pico de gallo and fruit tarts. Like am’uricans we went to a baseball game last night and enjoyed beer and nachos and watched the planetary orbits of brilliant […]
Cherry Ricotta Jam Tart and Halloween 2015
And oh what a Happy Halloween it was. KP and I hosted our first party at the new soon to be Fuchsia and Lime, and we were met by an overwhelming in-pouring of loved ones and friends, new and old, silver and gold. The next morning, among the happy spoils of a good time: a […]
Caramel Tart for Mother’s Day
Regarding my mother, there is no example of her patience and grace more profound than to mention how she tolerated with relative indifference my Ewws and rolling eyes and snubbed nose at her cooking for nearly two decades—and now this: Some seeds have very, very thick coats. Trust the loyalty of sprouts—in time they break […]
Tarte Tatin
This pie, my Daring Bakers club challenge for the month, is upside down. Tarte Tatin was the delightful discovery of an overworked French woman who meant to make a regular apple pie but left the apples too long in the butter and sugar, was running short on time, so chose to throw the crust on top rather […]
Almond Toffee Tart
The classic show up to a party a week early and no one is home—that was Saturday. There is such a flurry of socializing in this three week count-down to Match Day, with all the fourth years on didactics (read: we are sleeping normal hours, or not, because we are enjoying each other’s company and […]