I read Maurice Sendak’s obituary through blurry eyes on Wednesday, thinking of my childhood hero for the first time in a while, although he’s never too far from my heart. With little Gigi snuggled in my lap, her hair mussed from sleep, we poured over the New York Times’ tribute to Sendak. She pointed to […]
Category: Chicken & Turkey
Roast Chicken & Potato Salad
One of the best meals of my life was at the Zuni Café in San Francisco. Seriously. It’s one of those nights that will stay with me the rest of my life. Mr. Gonzo and I stole away for a mini-vacay in San Francisco last July. Imagine it: 24 foot-loose-and-fancy-free hours while Gigi had the […]
Chopped Salad with Chicken & Salami
I’ve never in my life felt better than I’ve felt the past two and a half weeks. I’m sleeping through the night, my skin is clear, my stomach is (relatively) flat, even the whites of my eyes are, well, whiter. Why? I gave up gluten. Gluten is all around us, and not just in our […]
Chicken & Buckwheat Soup
The sun has been hiding behind the clouds here in San Diego for the past few days. Or weeks; I’m starting to lose count. But that’s just an excuse to swirl a generous dollop of unsalted butter in my Dutch oven before tossing in everything but the kitchen sink for an easy, everyday chicken soup […]
Chicken & Buckwheat Salad
The other day I had what can only be considered an epiphany: I like to cook. Just not every day. And not to go all new-age mindful on you, but recognizing this was such an emotional release that I instantly sat down. Whew!
Not Your Childhood Chicken Potpie
Growing up, chicken potpie meant a Swanson’s frozen dinner, pulled hot from the oven before my parents escaped for a night of freedom. Those nights meant freedom to my sister and me, too: babysitters! The Love Boat! Fantasy Island! Oh my, how we looked forward to watching Charo charm Captain Stubing and his merry crew, […]
Taco Salad
Taco night is a favorite around here. But once the pre-holiday diet madness started, I figured no más tacos para mí.
Roast Chicken with Garlic
I love the Barefoot Contessa the way some women love chocolate. To me, she can do no wrong. I mean the woman can build a charcoal grill, grow herbs without killing them and drink while cooking without, apparently, getting drunk. If that’s not rock star material, I don’t know what is.
Spatchcocked Rosemary Chicken
Chicken caught in a compromising position: You could call it butterflied or split, but why bother when there’s a word like “spatchcock” to be bandied about? By it I mean the process of wrenching out the backbone of a chicken and smashing its breastplate flat with your bare hands, turning the already dead chicken into […]