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 . . .
One of the things I miss about having a "real" job where I go to the same office with the same group of people every day is that collective experience of the winter holidays. It all starts with the annual holiday party where you probably drink a little too much and maybe get to know a certain side of that certain coworker you didn't really want to know. It continues into the next day when you all schlep in late, with dark circles under your eyes and bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches in tow. Nothing gets done that day. Then there's the desk-side chats with your . . .
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 . . .
Continuing on with Friendsgiving Month here on TNB, I've got something new and fun to share with ya'll today: a video! That's right. I've been unofficially scheming about launching a YouTube channel as an addition to my blog for a while now and thought, what better way to start than by showing you a recipe from my new cookbook? So without further ado, ta-da! The printable recipe is just below. If you like this video, please give it a thumbs-up and subscribe to my channel. Your support means the world to me! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaV8AHS3las . . .
If I had to pinpoint the exact moment my interest in savory porridge was piqued, it would have to be the 2014 Bon Appétit article about Sqirl - the breakfast-and-lunch-only Los Angeles restaurant with a cult following. Although other restaurants were presumably elevating breakfast prior to, or at the same time as Sqirl, this article opened the floodgates for me personally. All this sexy talk of chewy grains topped with runny eggs and salad-y things; thick, nearly burnt toast drowned in house-made jam in flavors like strawberry-thyme; a kale dish that basically went . . .