I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to do something I’m so bad at. I’m not talking about cooking: I was never bad at cooking. I was insecure, I had things…
Tomato Salad
I don’t know when my home stopped being my home. It seems as though it just happened yesterday, in a split second, that moment before sleep and awake and suddenly it was…
Tarte à l’oignon
It happens to all of us every once in awhile. Sometimes you read the recipe wrong. Other times, the recipe was wrong to begin with. The oven ran cold, you thought the…
Chocolate Chip Cookies
America has a smell. Maybe not America, but definitely New York. OK… on second thought, scratch that. It’s not New York… it’s JFK. And I’ll go even a bit further to say,…
Quiche
We drive up the path, and even though I’ve been self-consciously wedged between my boyfriend’s mother and one of his best friends for the past several hours as we rode the straight-shot…
Cucugnan
Yes, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. I am here. I am ready. Today is the day that I finally get off my lazy butt and tell you all about our…
Chocolate Mousse
Tomato Kumato started as a tiny project, a little ray of sunshine in the midst an otherwise monotonous summer spent waiting tables on Long Island (a summer that, I’ve come to realize,…
Cargolade
One of the ados (teenagers) from the first session (you know who you are…) made fun of me once for writing the phrase “I used to think I was a city girl…”…
Crepes
I was walking to the post office this morning when I realized it. I listened to my flip-flops flip-flopping on the tarmac. I relished the fact that I could stroll straight down…
Normal
It’s incredible how quickly something that was foreign and bizarre can become a natural and normal part of your daily life. It’s even more strange how quickly something that used to be…