When I was younger, my father and I used to go to dinner, just the two of us, every Tuesday night. At first, we went to this restaurant called il Pomodoro. I…
Author: emiglia
Six more weeks… but it feels like spring!
In 2002, I experienced my first-ever New England winter. According to my Ipswich-native roommate, it was one of the coldest ones in recent history. “Even we don’t get weather this bad,” she…
Christmas Peppers
Hey there. I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing every day… I miss my blog and my readers! Really, you have no idea how much your comments can turn…
Antipasto Brings Me Crawling Back…
Sorry everyone! I’ve been so bad… I’ve been getting back up to speed reading everyone’s updates (sorry for the lack of comments… I had a lot to read) and I feel badly…
Triumphant Return with… More Potatoes
Yes, dear reader, I’m back. It’s been an interesting month. You’ll hear all about it in the next few posts, which consist not only of the recipe for Gratin Dauphinoise (finally, Dylan,…
Potatoes
When I lived in France, I kind of expected to be eating gourmet food all the time. This was not the case in this working-class family from the North. Sure, I learned…
Salad, eh?
We didn’t always eat salad in my house. I don’t remember when the bowl of greens dressed in a simple vinaigrette first made an appearance… my mother seems to think she always…
Tuna Casserole-ish
I was not raised in a typical American household. My mother is a trained cook, and while she never went professional, her ability to replicate restaurant dishes from one taste is frankly…
Soup
More than any other time of year, I feel like winter screams for a certain kind of food, and that food is made in a deep stock pot. Winter is soup time….
Lasagna… replaced.
When I first learned how to cook (that is, cook things besides Kraft Dinner, omelettes and grilled cheese) more than three years ago, one of the first things I learned how to…