Mar 162011
Getting the Boot

When I was twenty three, I traveled to Italy to spend a month with my friend, Stefania and her family in Abbruzzo. The Di Falco family owned a hotel in Teramo, and after we drove for a couple of hours north from the Leonardo Da Vinci airport in Rome, we stopped there for a meal. [...]

Feb 272011
Relish the Moment

Urnebes is a piquant roasted red pepper, feta, garlic, hot pepper relish used as a dip or a condiment for grilled meats, mostly in Serbia and Macedonia.

Feb 212011
Hush My Mouth

Crunchy, light corn fritters, spicy and slightly sweet, enriched by roasted jalapenos and corn

Feb 192011
String Bean Theory

Crunchy green beans are blanched, tossed in hot oil, and finished with crispy pancetta

Feb 142011
Go East, Young Lady

refreshing and tasty soba noodles and light, crunchy tempura vegetables

Jan 232011
Lemon Aid

This is Giada inspired lemon risotto made with freshly picked Meyer lemons.

Jan 112011
Nina

I am approaching Monday with some anxiety and apprehension. Father, College Kritter, and I are getting on a plane to San Francisco at dawn. Nina will stay in Berkeley, of course, and Father and I are coming back on Wednesday. If only the rain gods would look upon us mercifully and refrain from the showers [...]

Dec 082010
Hair Apparent

Today was my day off from work. Usually that gives me enough reason to contemplate opening a bottle of bubbly ( not that we have any in stock for similar occasions) and running around the apartment building in my green shorts pajamas (sorry, sister, they are mine now), making the neighbor’s chihuahuas frantically yelp. Instead, [...]

Nov 162010
Bleu Moon Rising

It was April of 1987, and I was boldly approaching the entrance of one of the best restaurants in the area, armed only with the innocence and arrogance of my youth. My college degree was safely tucked in the file cabinet, still smelling of fresh ink. I was starting a new life in the land [...]

'em's taytas, precious!

I have a great ear and respect for languages and I try to pronounce foreign words as close as a native speaker would. I get a lot of sideway glances when I insist on saying moustache and garage just the way the French would. Michelangelo never becomes a Michael, and there is no “sh” sound [...]

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