Golden Deep-Fried Apple Fritters
Late Sunday afternoon we went apple picking at Hope Orchards. With a warm sun on our backs and a crisp chill in the air,…
Late Sunday afternoon we went apple picking at Hope Orchards. With a warm sun on our backs and a crisp chill in the air,…
There’s something so southern and sultry about spicy tomato paired with vodka. I want to take a bath in the stuff. In a claw…
Now is the time of year when visiting hordes of tourists are pouring into Maine, crossing the Piscataqua and climbing ever higher up I-95.…
Street food is enjoying its place in the sun right now, here, there, and everywhere, it seems. And, so too, should the new cookbook…
This carrot cake recipe is a keeper. I baked it for Malcolm’s birthday, because carrot cake is his favorite. Three cheers for him! For…
We love patronizing local establishments as often as we can, but we seem to be always on the move. It’s a neat trick to be…
There are four compound condiments everyone should know how to make. This is one of them. Romesco can be applied to bread, like a bruschetta, or…
Daytime dessert is one of life’s little indulgences, mostly appropriate at brunch or a long lunch with a great aunt you admire but rarely…
What’s the best aspect of brunch? Is it eating at the dining table in your half-pajamas? The gracious glass of tart mimosa or spicy…
Spring has finally arrived in Maine, and with it golden-yellow dandelions carpeting fields of green, delicate pink blossoms decorating dogwood trees, and fat bumblebees buzzing…
When does a vintage recipe require revision, or reimagination, and when is it perfect as is? This is the question I asked myself as…
As much as I would love for it to be the case, leggings are not, as it turns out, actually pants. The baby is three months…
I’ve already had four of these banana applesauce muffins today. I don’t know if it’s me – because I’m ravenous all the time –…
It’s a shame, but I’ve never been to Morocco. I don’t even know what real Morocco looks like; when not being photographed for tourists or by…
The first time I tasted Nutella, I was on a high school field trip to France. I was sixteen. We spent a week in…
Home Made is a beautiful picture book filled with recipes I seldom make. Flipping through its pages makes me wish I spent a semester…
After the brunchtime porkapalooza we experienced on Sunday, you’d think a weeklong moratorium on meat wouldn’t be unwelcome. Halfway through this delightful, nutrient-packed burrito,…
I want to go to a cocktail party. I want to wear a small black dress and high heels. I want to stand on…
Today’s sandwich is the “eggplant parmesan” grilled cheese. It combines breaded, fried eggplant slices, tangy tomato sauce, three kinds of cheese on crusty Italian…
Pizza was sacrosanct in my family, growing up near New Haven, Connecticut. At the end of a rainy fall Saturday, looking at dinosaurs at…
Close your eyes and lean back in your seat, imagining the most decadent, sophisticated dessert you’ve ever had. Was there an artful interplay of…
The most wonderful time of the year, the unabridged version, has begun. For me, anyway. Yesterday was my 33rd birthday and it was perfect.…