I used to hate picnics. I also used to hate lunch in general, but that’s neither here nor there. My opposition to picnics didn’t have anything to do with the outdoor setting,…
Author: emiglia
Cake Day: Buttery Apple Loaf Cake
I have trust issues. *Phew* There. I said it. That feels better. I’ve always had trust issues… I’m not too sure where it comes from. Maybe from growing up in a house…
Pasta with Four Tomatoes
Sometimes, I feel like I just can’t do it anymore. I wake up one morning, and I lie in bed without checking my e-mail immediately, like I usually do, because I know…
Becoming a Wine-O: 2008 Espigueiro Vinho Verde
I’ve always been obsessed with wine: the way it looks, the way it tastes, the way it smells. I love the fact that it’s alive, that the process has been perfected over…
Pork Chops with Spicy Pineapple Salsa
When I was in elementary school, my biggest fear was the day that our gym teacher would inevitably annouce that we were running “the mile.” Running “the mile” was something that every…
Cake Day: Cream Cheese Sandwich Cookies
I used to think I didn’t care what people thought of me. I’m brutally honest and wildly sarcastic. I’m high-stress and low-energy. I’m acutely aware of being mildly to moderately crazy, depending…
Daring Cooks
I have been a bad blogger. Lots of things have happened recently: I got a new job, found out that I’m moving (temporarily), and this weekend I ended up making a surprise…
German Food
When I was growing up, dinners were usually pretty similar. Most nights, we had chicken: either breaded chicken cutlets or a roast chicken. As a side, we had pasta with tomato sauce…
Watermelon and Feta Salad with Cucumber and Mint
One summer, a few years back, some family friends came to stay with us on our house on Long Island. I was pickier then: still not picky, but definitely not the adventurous…
So-Good-You-Could-Bathe-In-It Onion Confit
In the two years that I’ve lived in Paris, both of my mother’s sisters have come to visit, and both of them have had the experience that is dining at Chez Fernand….