I know so many of you are so cold right now. Every few pictures on Instagram are screenshots of what the weather is like in the Eastern United States. And you guys are literally freezing. I know your face probably hurts and you can’t feel your toes because of the cold, but honestly I’m kinda jealous. I wish I had snow boots on and got the chance to take pretty winter white landscape photos. And then I’d come in the house and have one of those rooms specifically designed for taking off big jackets and boots (what’s this room called, guys?! I forget!) and then I’d proceed to light a fire and make some soup. And maybe whip up this plate of healthy soba noodles because it’s January, after all.
It took me FOREVRRR to finally give soba noodles a try. I’m pretty sure I was scarred from my childhood nightmare, which consisted of tall stacks of healthy buckwheat pancakes. Buckwheat flour has never been my favorite, so I guess it’s no surprise that once I learned that soba noodles used this flour, I steered clear. A few years ago I was at a vegan eatery that forces you to feel grateful about your life, which actually just makes me angry. Like, don’t tell me to be grateful; I’ll be grateful if I want to be, you know? Anyway, I left angry but was delighted to learn that soba noodles could be very delicious. My opinion had been forever changed.
A life full of grilled cheeses is a good life. If you can enjoy a grilled cheese and some tomato soup, I’m pretty sure it means you know how to chillax. I’m not gonna lie, this holiday season has beat me up. Being sick, alongside too much stuff to do, too many impending deadlines, too many social obligations and too many emails about sales ending soon, has beaten me up. It has all made me crave the week between Christmas and New Years. That week is my favorite week of the entire year; it’s the one week when the emails stop completely, and the thing we’re all supposed to be doing is nothing at all. No guilt about not working.
I recently read an article about guilt and it hit me to the core a bit. I think when you work for yourself, nothing is ever done; you could always be doing more work. This article talks about actually scheduling time in the day to do nothing—it seems strange, counterintuitive and honestly, kind of depressing. Have you tried this?
UGH. I hate long recipe titles but I really wanted to convey what the heck was in this thing. It’s important. This salad is an honest to Yeezus (I had no idea this was Kayne’s nickname until like two days ago so now I use it all the time) example of what I’ve been eating for the past few weeks. I’m a big fan of dinner for one, mainly because I kind of sometimes like it when no one talks to me for a few hours and I can be alone with my thoughts/latest episode of Real Housewives.
I never like my “dinner for ones” to be too labor-intensive. I can’t bother to make a mess. This salad is sooo quick and so amazing. Figs are officially in season, yet I can’t find any that really taste the way they should. I bought a big box of them last week and quickly realized that nature needed a bit of a hand, a little tap on the bottom. Nothing that a little brown sugar and a griddle can’t fix! And voila they tasted like grade-A, delicious, sweet figs.
I mixed it with bright, sweet yellow peaches, crushed pistachios and arugula. It was incredible. And since I couldn’t’ get enough of the peppery flavor that the arugula gave me, I paired it with a black pepper vinaigrette and topped it with slivers of prosciutto and ricotta salata.
I love my friends and my family and my dude, but sometimes it’s really nice to have no one talk to me for a few hours, you know? It’s nice to just be in silence with some beer and paint my nails.
Non sucky dinners for one are good examples on how to date yourself. Yes, yourself. Date nights with yourself. Do you have them? You totally should, they’re the best. For me they usually involve a pair of pjs, an episode or two (or three) of Nashville (currently obsessed), cold cereal, sometimes takeout, but more recently? This bowl.
One year ago, on Valentine’s Day, I could’ve sworn I was going to die alone. And I might die alone, who knows, but right now it feels like I might be OK, which feels great! and hopeful!
Two years ago, on Valentine’s Day, I went to dinner with my best friend, Teri, and the server thought we were a lesbian couple. It kind of made us chuckle.
Here’s the thing about Valentine’s Day: I get that it’s about love, cupid and chocolate or whatever, but it’s kind of an exclusive holiday.
It’s like, if you’re psyched to be in a relationship, married, etc., then it’s awesome. And if you’re single and excited to be single, then it’s sort of just an ignored holiday. But, if you’re single and you don’t want to be single, then Valentine’s Day is an annoying holiday.
Since I think exclusivity is just stupid, I’ve made you a dish for you to make for yourself.
Oh hai, cheese and butter and more cheese and butter!
I have a lot of dude friends who ask me for cooking advice. I usually get calls or texts that are like, “I have onions and milk and eggs in my fridge. What can I make?” And then I’m usually like, “Umm…nothing dude, sorry. You’re gonna need to drive to the store and then buy stuff and then come home and cook it.” They’re usually super bummed that I couldn’t turn those three ingredients into meatloaf for them.
Last week I was at a dinner and I was throwing out ideas for a dude friend to make and he was like, “Don’t give me ideas, I want specific instructions, written out, being dictated at me.”
Which I get. It kind of goes back to that notion that there aren’t really any bad cooks out there, just bad recipes, poorly written directions and bad food combo ideas.
This sweet potato baked with butter and cheese is a no-brainer. This is one of those recipes that you could just look at the pictures in this post and know how to assemble the thing and bake it.