When Apron Anxiety came out earlier this year, all I heard about it was that some chick who dated Top Chef’s adorable Spike Mendelsohn wrote it and that she learned to cook because of him. I expected something Fifty Shades-esque, with a few memorable meals strewn throughout.Alyssa Shelasky is still practically a girl; she definitely looks like it. What could she know about life? I always assumed that one would have to be old and wrinkly to write a memoir. And, what? She learned to cook for a guy? Bid whoop. Small step for Shelasky, big step backwards for womankind. . . .
Brunch is the most important meal of the week. You get to sleep in, take extra time to get dressed, complain about work and gossip about mutual friends - basically 'de-fluster,' as I like to call it. In a country where most meals are a grab-and-go kind of affair, brunch is the one occasion when a meal can, and is encouraged to, stretch out into two or three hours. It is also a time when one can get daytime drunk and not be thought an alcoholic for it. For these reasons and more, brunch is a tradition to be cherished. Here's what my friend Paige and I sampled during a . . .
Rene and I spent this past weekend in Washington D.C. - we were craving a change of scenery and a few days to ourselves. As is probably obvious, the most important part of any trip for me is the food. I consulted Mango & Tomato, my e-friend Olga's blog, for restaurant recommendations (she lives in the D.C. area) and this place stood out to me the most.First off, District Commons is gorgeous. The ceiling is high, there's lots of natural light, and the decor is modern, sophisticated and easy on the eyes. There's also a huge open kitchen, featuring a wood-burning . . .
For many, the name Cape Cod is associated with long days spent at the beach, cool nights spent by a bonfire, and lavish meals of seafood consumed whilst draped in a bib. This recipe has nothing to do with any of it.As some of you may recall, I made my first trip to Cape Cod this past July - a camping trip with my boyfriend, his family and their friends, to be exact. We ate dinner together almost every night, potluck style; at one point, there were like thirty of us! One night I made this dish to use up the ingredients we had leftover in our cooler. I cooked it on a . . .
The diehard Sex and the City fans out there will remember that in season six, much to her chagrin, Miranda had to move to Brooklyn, declaring that "Even cabs won't go to Brooklyn!" This was certainly true when the season aired in 2004 - Manhattan was the only desirable borough to live in or visit - but boy, how times have changed!In the recent years, northern Brooklyn (the side closest to Manhattan) has become a mecca for young New Yorkers, as well as yuppie families, who can't afford Manhattan's sky high rent. A certain attitude and lifestyle go along with living . . .
It's the same every year, twice a year. Restaurant Week rolls around - I roll my eyes and ignore it. Sure, a $24 three-course lunch or a $35 dinner sound like bargains, but somehow they never feel as they should. Then RW is all I hear and read about so I, full of hope, succumb and make a reservation.Red Rooster has enjoyed steady success since its opening about two years ago, but since owner Marcus Samuelsson, whom you may remember as the winner of Top Chef Masters' second season, recently published a memoir, this trendy Harlem eatery is more hyped up than ever. . . .
Perhaps against our better judgement, Rene and I decided to walk the Brooklyn Bridge last week - in the rain. See, it wasn't raining when we left the house but it sure was when we resurfaced from the train station at Borough Hall. Luckily, I had an umbrella with me. As we trudged on, the rain seemed to get heavier and the wind more violent. But, we huddled under our solitary umbrella, ignored how squishy our Converses were getting, and kept walking anyway.We weren't just walking aimlessly. I had chosen that night as the night I would finally make it to Great N.Y. . . .