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Farfalle with Cotija Cheese and Olives

April 8, 2016

Farfalle pasta with cotija cheese and tomatoes

Oh god, cotija cheese is so good. It's a crumbly, hard, mild-tasting Mexican cheese that I first discovered a few years ago, when Francesca took me to a place on the Lower East Side called Cafe Habana that specializes in cotija-covered corn (a.k.a. Mexico City Street Corn), and - despite my insistence that I do not like things that have red things (in this case, chile powder) sprinkled on them because red sprinkly things are often spicy, and another thing I do not like is anything spicy - she force-fed it to me.

And it was a terrible, horrible idea. Because what happened next was that I started making this cotija cheese-covered corn (albeit with paprika subbed in as the obligatory Red Sprinkly Thing, because paprika is not spicy) every freaking time it was humanly possible, including every single night during the summertime. And that is a lot of cheese (and mayonnaise).

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In The Spring Kitchen

March 24, 2016

{ Pictured: Noritake Hertford and Rochelle Gold China }

How we celebrated the arrival of spring (YAYYYY): with a seafood-and-wildflower-inclusive dinner in our backyard. As annoying as daylight savings is - I mean really, trying to convince a four year old and a one and a half year old that "yes, I'm aware that it looks like it's noon outside but for real, go brush your teeth and go to bed" is the very definition of an exercise in futility - it's also so exciting, finally getting back those extra hours that we can spend taking an after-dinner walk in the park, or leaving the windows open so we can listen to neighborhood kids playing basketball, or sitting in the hammock with a book, or many of the other myriad uber-suburban activities that I never knew were particularly my jam but that I now, officially in my mid-thirties, have discovered are what make me the very happiest.

I want to ride bikes (well, no: more accurately I want to sit on the stoop with a beer and watch my kids ride bikes, but same difference). I want to have picnics in the park. I want to garden.

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My Gluten-Free Month: A Strangely Worthwhile Experiment

March 23, 2016

Greek yogurt with roasted pineapple and honey

About a month ago, I put up this post, in which I talked about how Kendrick and I had decided to try being gluten-free for a month (him for health reasons, me to be supportive because it's hard to make a major dietary change, and even harder when you're doing it all on your own). It was an interesting experiment, but not exactly for the reasons I thought it would be.

The thing is, gluten isn't "bad" for you. I knew this going in; of course - while some people legitimately suffer from diseases (such as celiac, or certain autoimmune diseases) that are exacerbated by the presence of gluten in their diet - gluten itself isn't the enemy, as much as the companies who are profiting off of gluten-free everythings (which, as an aside, are HOLY expensive) would like you to believe that it is. That said, I'm pretty sure we as a population eat too much of the stuff. I'm definitely sure that I do. Because pasta is delicious.

Before we go on: to say I was 100% gluten-free over the past month would be oh, such a lie. I can't tell you how many times I slipped up, just because I'm so used to picking at my kids' food completely mindlessly, and nearly every day - at least in the beginning - I had a bite of my daughter's macaroni and cheese or a piece of tempura in my mouth before I even realized it. But this mindlessness that I have towards food extends beyond plucking from my kids' plates; over the past few years I've given so little thought to what I eat on a daily basis that all of a sudden having cause to give it even a second of my attention was a dramatic shift...and the effect that this ended up having was actually kind of...cool.

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Morning Routine, Chez Us

March 9, 2016

Plenti Oatmeal meets Greek Yogurt breakfast

Here is what happens in the morning: I wake up at exactly 7:06AM because there is a foot in my face. Then I hear my son’s voice “whispering” (not whispering) in my ear: “MOM. MAMA. MOMMMM. WAKE UP.” Then, from the other room: “MAMA BABAAAAAAA!” (Translation: Mom get me a bottle yesterday please and thanks.)

My children very obviously wake up with the word "BREAKFAST" ping-ponging around in their heads. Like, the first order of business better be food delivery, or things will get really real. Except there is one minor problem with this: In addition to being early risers, my children are also highly specific about what types of foodstuffs they like. Cereal, for example, is okay. Cereal with milk in it is VERY SERIOUSLY NOT.

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This Girl’s Going Gluten-Free

February 24, 2016

Gluten-free dishes on a beautifully set table

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Did I just blow your mind?

Let me put it at ease: the decision to eliminate gluten is not because I want to, exactly, and is also not permanent (unless, by some crazy twist of fate, I actually see some positive effects from this experiment) - it's because our doctor suggested that my husband do it, and I figure life will be easier for both of us if I do it, too, since I'm the one who does the majority of the cooking. (The kids get a pass, because they're kids and they get to eat pizza. And not, like, gluten-free "pizza"; like pizza. With bread in it.)

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