This is so simple it hardly warrants a recipe. But in the winter I find myself seriously in need of inspiration in the salad department, and this was so good I made it for lunch the last two days in a row. It’s so simple that the quality of the ingredients really matters. There’s nowhere …
Special diet
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 …
I was late to the pickle game. It wasn’t until my late twenties that I discovered the charms of these vinegary briny nuggets. Even now, I go for long stretches without eating anything pickled, and to be honest, classic dill pickles are fine, but they don’t do much for me. Dan, on the other hand, …
September is back. And I find, still, that I miss school. I miss the stuff of it. It’s been too many years since I’ve bought school supplies. No crisp clean notebooks, no colored pencils, no folders, no protractors, no scientific calculators. No Trapper Keepers. There is hardly any Velcro in my life. I miss the …
There’s something about this meal that is just so honest. It isn’t flashy. Or even particularly pretty. It is eggplant, slumped and simmered. Simple. Weeknights beg for meals like this. For things you can set on the stove while you relax and open a bottle of not-too-expensive red wine while you pad around the apartment …