If I were to write a book about my time here in Syracuse, I would call it "Everything Is Ice." Because it is. I wouldn't say it's brutally cold because that word should probably be reserved for places higher up north - like Canada - but, the temperature is rarely above freezing and it has not stopped snowing since mid-December. At first, it was cute. Staying in all weekend long, watching the snowflakes dance outside, cooking through gorgeous cookbooks, and cozying up on the couch with whatever I'd just made. But by now it's gotten old - way old - and I find myself . . .
Have you noticed how the popularity of "bowls" has skyrocketed in the recent years? I'm not referring to the bowl as the round, high-sided vessel - I'm talking about the "bowl" as a type of food. We're consuming sooo many bowls these days. There's the grain bowl, the kale bowl, the burrito bowl, the poke bowl, the soba noodle bowl, the acai bowl, the chia pudding bowl, and don't even get me started on the smoothie bowl - now there's a food that tries too hard to fit in... a smoothie belongs in a glass! And despite the enormous number of meticulously plated smoothie . . .
When I was a kid back in Ukraine, my family and I lived in a communal apartment - a kommunalka, as it was called. This phenomenon was a response to the housing crisis of 1900's Soviet Union. One communal apartment could house two or more entire - often multi-generational - families. Each family would be given a room, which would serve as their bedroom-slash-living room. The entryway, kitchen, and bathroom would be shared by everyone in the apartment, and all the rooms were connected by long, dimly-lit corridors. You can think of it like a college dorm, but way less . . .
The end of this month will mark six months of life here on planet Syracuse. Six months - half a year. How insanely bananas is that? How time flies. Although the big move meant temporarily separating from my beloved city and my family and friends, it did grant me some things I never had before - like access to nature (which, it turns out, I quite like!), being able to afford a co-working space, and a washer and dryer inside our house, which is nothing short of a game-changer. Since the arrival of the infamous Syracuse snow that blankets the city every December . . .
Whenever anyone asks me where they should eat in New York City, my first answer is Rosemary's. It's an Italian restaurant downtown that serves some of the best homemade pasta and focaccia I've ever tasted, along with local produce and pasture-raised meats. It's spacious as compared to most West Village (aka, my favorite eating neighborhood) restaurants with a comfortable yet sophisticated decor, including high ceilings, an exposed brick wall, and wooden tables and chairs. In the daytime, it's flooded with natural light via the floor-to-ceiling windows, while in the . . .
Hello, friends! I want to start this post off by taking a virtual bow and expressing my gratitude to you. Throughout the month of November, my cookbook journey manifested into an absolute whirlwind. Each time one of you sent me a snapshot of my book at your local library or Barnes & Noble, or of a recipe you recreated from it, was a pinch-me moment. It has been magical to watch Friendsgiving live out a life of its own - in the press and in your homes - reaching everywhere from Connecticut and Ohio to Montana and Georgia, places I’ve barely even visited myself. It’s . . .
Turkey may be the sturdy foundation that holds the construction that is Thanksgiving together, but everybody knows it's the sides that are the pretty embellishments inside - the midcentury-style West Elm sofa, the marble coffee table on brass legs, the impeccably-styled bar cart in the corner. Below are six Thanksgiving sides I urge you to try this year. Some - like the Brussels sprouts and smashed potatoes - are unexpected twists to the classics, while others, like the endive apple salad, are flavors you may not have considered adding to your menu before. Charred . . .