Now that it’s fall, can we talk about butternut squash for a minute? I love its flavor, but I have to confess that I find it to be kind of a pain to break down. It’s such an awkward shape to cut, and I’m short enough that it’s difficult for me to get good leverage …
Winter
This pie is a homely little dessert. But there’s a reason it was formerly named crack pie. (And there are reasons the name was problematic.) It’s since been renamed simply Milk Bar Pie, which is a fine name for a pie that’s come to be synonymous with Momofuku Milk Bar itself. It is rich and …
It’s five o’clock somewhere. It’s Friday. And sometimes, at the end of a long cold week, you just want a drink. For me, nothing hits the spot quite like a well balanced cocktail. Dan and I are big fans of the craft cocktail movement that’s taken hold in Chicago. Our liquor cabinet is actually two …
It is apple season again. Time for pie and cider and eating out of hand. Time for wondering where these variously charming and exotic names of these heirlooms and hybrids came from: cox orange pippin, jonafree, fameuse, sunrise. I think of apples as a comfort fruit. I like them prepared simply. A bit of sugar, …
We are in the bleak mid-winter in Chicago, the ground crusted with snow, the wind face-bitingly, finger-numbingly cold. Apart from the rare bit of blue sky peaking out at us today, we have been living in a palette of whites and muted grays. I am getting tired of pilling scarves and hats and salt stained …