All this talk about comfort food from last month’s book of the month (stay tuned for this month’s, coming up shortly), has started me thinking about what comfort food means to me….
Author: emiglia
“Forget Me Not” Sambusik Cookies
“What sort of person am I? Where are my loyalties? And who will I remember when I grow up?” An interesting note on which to end September. I meant to get through…
Homecoming Fatteh
“For my first night back, we’re having chicken fatteh–a layered dish of toasted bread, chicken, onion, spices, and pine nuts covered with a velvety yogurt sauce. It’s so lush and lovely, I…
Craving Chicken Salad
What is it about cravings? They show up out of nowhere, and are always for the strangest things. I read an article about cravings several years ago, about what they mean. If…
A Tale of Two Chilis
I love chili. I really, really do. I like soup OK, and I love stew, but I’m too lazy to make it. No, when it comes to warm the spirit big old…
Blueberry Hill Cupcakes
As promised… the cupcakes. I made two dozen, but after my friends came over last night, I think I have about six left. These are that good. I got the recipe from…
Peabody’s Peach Pecan Muffins
After the success of the Blueberry Hill Cupcakes this weekend (pictures coming soon to a blog near you), I decided this morning that I wanted to bake something else. Something with strawberries…
Berry Bouquet
OK… I know I shouldn’t have fallen victim to a trap like this, but I had to. I know, I know… it would have been so much cheaper to just buy berries…
Pastis
Pastis is a common drink here in France, especially in the South (it originates in Marseilles). It tastes strongly of anise (although not quite as smackyouintheface liquorice-y as Sambuca.) As you can…
SHF #35: Mascarpone Figs
This is my first Sugar-High Friday, and I guess I cheated a little bit. You see… I’m not really too into dessert. I’ll pretty much always go for a cheese course over…