Better than store-bought: Homemade tabbouleh.
Rob and I do enjoy our happy hour snacks on weekends, when we pull up a cool adult beverage and something noshy to stave off the before-dinner hungries after a busy day. Sometimes the snack of …
Category: Dish
Add big flavor without big calories.
All of us are striving to cook in a way that’s healthy and simple. Unfortunately, healthy and simple can sometimes add up to bland: A piece of broiled fish all by itself isn’t particularly exciting. The …
Better than store-bought: Homemade sea-salt crackers.
Homemade crackers? Why, you ask. Because a) they’re beyond delicious and b) they’re fun and easy to make. Get the recipe!
A different approach to cooking.
Rob and I have had a number of wine-fueled, dinner-table conversations in recent weeks about our personal approach to cooking, and whether it might be a model, in some small way, for a different way to …
This week at the farmers’ market.
One word: Strawberries!!! The first crop of strawberries showed up this week—not too many, yet, but they’re absolutely delicious. I had a bowl of sliced strawberries with vanilla nonfat Greek yogurt and a sprinkle of Turbinado …
Etsy’s food marketplace.
If your local farmers’ market is anything like ours, you’ll find in addition to fresh produce all manner of homemade prepared foods: fresh pasta, granola, breads, cookies, chocolates, even dog treats. I imagine it’s a hard-core …
Hearty veggie salad with many variations.
An e-mail newsletter last week from SparkRecipes highlighted a recipe that I knew I had to make for lunch, and soon. I loved the idea of it: a hearty, stick-with-you combination of bulgur and lentils, combined …
This week at the farmers’ market.
We venture north for this week’s market recap, to the debut of Chicago’s Green City Market in Lincoln Park. Farmers from northern Indiana and Illinois, and from Michigan and Wisconsin brought spring produce, and some surprises. …
Better than store-bought: Best homemade granola.
Well, at least I think it’s the best granola recipe. For proof, there’s the fact that I. Can’t. Stop. Eating. It. In a bowl with milk for breakfast, by the handful as a snack—I’m rather stuck …
