Almost Slowfood

This has been one of those weeks I wish I could forget or, even better, start over. Ball up the paper and launch it into the trashcan or sel...

As you probably know by now my husband and I lived in Park Slope, Brooklyn during our engagement and a couple years into our marriage. We lo...

Willie Mae cooked for my great-grandmother, then my grandmother and, even for a short time, my mother. She was a large woman with a high-pit...

Just a quick one here, but I've been receiving numerous questions about what to do with the chutney left over from Monday's virtual ...

For the last month, baby girl and I have been eating up strawberries like we'll never see them again. Every week, as we approach the mar...

While most people think my surname is French, (and sometimes they even assume I am heiress to the Beaujolais wine fortune - I wish!) it'...

I usually post recipes today, but I just returned to NYC after a weekend of travel with my mom. The pickins were slim in the country as far ...

Today, I am training it down to the place I was born and raised: Old Town, Alexandria outside of DC. Tomorrow, my mother and I will drive ou...

Hi to everyone who use to read Alice Waters: Abridged! This is the same blog, but by a different name. I hope it smells as sweet. Thank you ...

I consider myself an adventurous cook, but, for some reason, my escapades never lead me to creme fraiche... Until this week when I came acro...

So, I am happy to announce that I've just been accepted to the... West Harlem CSA ! It was a brutal application process complete with l...

'Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to great places! You're off and away!' Currently, my daughter is obsessed wi...

My husband leads the life of a lawyer who works and works and then works some more. Not surprisingly, he rarely makes it home for dinner. I ...

Just returned from the 97th street farmers' market and scored some beautiful spinach! While the pickings are still mainly potatoes and o...

These days nearly everyone I know is on some kind of budget. Some are unspoken, quietly saying, "I'm good," when asked if they...

I can barely remember it now, but I was once a Citigroupian. Every day I would take the E train out of Manhattan and into Long Island City w...

My husband and I lived in Park Slope, Brooklyn for three years and frequented the farmer's market at Grand Army Plaza, which, in my humb...

Thank God Manhattan is only 13 miles long because it takes forever to get anywhere. Sure, some argue otherwise, but they, like myself, have ...