B is headed to Las Vegas this week to keep his Dad company, so since he’ll be away from home, I decided to make this weekend’s meals memorable. That old…
I lived in Astoria, Queens, between 1990 and 1997. It was a three-bedroom apartment in a little brick-faced building across the street from a parochial school and church. I had…
In a way, my search for edible hummus is a story about this blog. When I first began blogging, I didn’t know what I wanted to talk about. At first,…
As you might have heard recently, Marcella Hazan died yesterday morning. In my opinion, she was the “Julia Child of Italian food”. She was widely credited with introducing the public…
Family dinners were always central to my childhood, both in Manila where I was born and later in the U.S., where we moved to after Dad’s death in 1973. I…
It’s no secret that I love to cook. I often think what might have been if I had gone to culinary school straight out of high school, instead of joining…
There’s something transformative about a bowl of congee. To most people, it’s just rice porridge. Set a bowl in front of me, and it’s as if I’ve stepped back in…
Earlier this week I decided to embark on an experiment where I’d clean out my fridge and cook dinner each night using only the ingredients I had on hand. Click…
