My fiance, Jim, grew up in Princeton. So when six months into our relationship I packed up all my things and moved from North Jersey to a tiny apartment in Princeton Junction, I figured he’d know where to get a good Sunday brunch. I was wrong. It’s been a sore spot in the otherwise loving… Continue reading Elements, Princeton
We arrived at the Town House at 7 o’clock. The host gave us a key and a map, and arranged to pick us up at 8. We followed the map about five miles, through one traffic light flashing on an empty road, before pulling up to The Riverstead—a farmhouse rented out nightly to weary travelers… Continue reading Town House, Chilhowie, VA
Hi there! We’re back from our vacation and we’ve finally shoveled all that snow. Before I write about our trip, I want to post this review of The Rosemont Cafe in Rosemont, New Jersey, and announce that I will be writing about the food of Hunterdon and Mercer Counties in NJ for the website Jersey… Continue reading The Rosemont Cafe
Winter in New Jersey seems to drag shiveringly on, boring me to tears. There’s the occasional snowstorm, yes, and I love every minute I spend bundled up beside the windowsill, every glass of scotch. But those snowy nights are fleeting, and then we’re back to the monotonous cold, the rude wind, the car windshield that… Continue reading Boiled kale.
The Stockton Indoor Farmer’s Market started up only three weeks ago — right across the street from my apartment! — but thanks to Dawn McBeth, the local baker who runs the market (which also sells baked good from her bakery, Ambrosia), filling it with one amazing vendor after the next, it’s already become my favorite… Continue reading Monkfish and purple potatoes.
Over the past few years my cooking has gone from recipe-following, to recipe-adapting, to recipe-making, and now back full circle to recipe-following. I feel like I’m honing my skills recipe-following again, and I’m certainly having a lot of fun. Whereas last year I was constantly trying to forge my own way—starting with a basic recipe… Continue reading Cod basquaise.
Two thousand and ten. I may just be getting old, but that doesn’t seem right. It seems like, in 2010, we should be zooming around in flying cars. Or teleporting. Talking to aliens, at least. When I was a kid, to be honest, I thought we’d all be dead by 2010, though I was always… Continue reading Linguine with sea urchin sauce and caviar.