Every few years, my parents throw an all-out, champagne fluting, gown wearing, music blasting
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Every few years, my parents throw an all-out, champagne fluting, gown wearing, music blasting
Settling into life in my parents’ house means getting used to a flat-screen television, living in a house that’s about 5 times the size of ours, and having free reign in a chef’s kitchen.
These last few weeks have been intense ones. The birth of our first child along with all the physical and emotional side effects that brings means I’ve needed a little hand-holding.
A few weeks ago, while perusing our local specialty (i.e. overpriced imported goods) shop, we happened upon a few perfect little black truffles from Western Australia, hermetically sealed in plastic marked with their weight in grams.
Salt cod is not very cool. I always avoid passing it in the deli, where it forms a little stink cloud, keeping everyone under 82 far, far away. But I’ve grown to love salt cod. Really! It may not be popular in the supermarket, but mix it with some magic ingredients (that you probably already have at home) and it will be your best friend.
Eggplant parm, parmigiana, parmigiana di melanzane, whatever you want to call it, it’s always good. The only thing is, it can be a pain to make. First you have to fry or bake the eggplant slices, then make the sauce, then grate the cheeses and layer them all then bake and only then can you eat. Somehow
I’m not usually one of those people who doesn’t know what they want for dinner. Growing up, discussions about dinner used to take up the whole ride to school with my dad, who was generally in charge of the hair-brushing, English muffin-toasting morning routine.
This chili came thisclose to being an outright disaster, twice. It all started so innocently. After subsisting on a fridge teetering on empty, pizza delivery, pasta with cheese and shakshuka for the last week, I needed more.
I can’t understand why you’re still here but, since you are, I’m thinking I have a good chance of being forgiven, right? Neglect doesn’t even begin to describe the state of affairs here at The Shortlists
While it is my inclination to write about watermelon salad, gin gimlets and other things I want to make with apricots, I did promise something hearty.
Full disclosure: for the last three days I have subsisted on a diet of oyster crackers, Cap’n Crunch, english muffins and Vitamin water. Sometime after a predictably raucous
Here at The Shortlists’ mother den, things can get a little out of control. Annual homeward migrations mean nonstop runs of long, boozy dinners in and out.
You know those stupid questionnaires where famous/supposedly interesting people are asked a bunch of questions and one of them is always, without fail, What would your last meal be?
I’m going to be brief today thanks to yesterday’s 5 bottles of wine. And though I should probably not be staring into an abnormally blinding computer screen in my condition,
Maybe you know someone who really has fallen in love over a plate of spaghetti and meatballs or been swept away by an aphrodisiacly absurd chocolate cake. And I’m sure it’s possible.
Until last night, I had never made a roast.
You may think that just because I attempted to make short ribs out of long ribs that I’m unafraid in the kitchen, a pioneer.
As you can tell from my recent shortlists, I’ve been making a lot of quiche. Quiche for birthdays, quiche for academics. Cold quiche for lunch, picked at for 5pm snack, warmed quiche for dinner.
Oh, comfort food! Is there anything more befitting that name than pasta in a creamy, cheesy sauce?
