Is there anything much more satisfying than a pot of meatballs slowly stewing in a simple Sunday marinara sauce? I like to make a big batch of these for the week. My Italian supermom, Camellia, deserves all the credit for leaving that taste in my mouth.
It's no secret the boroughs and hoods of NYC have a treasure trove of great bars and restaurants - some old standards, and some open and close as fast as the trends carry them. Where to go can be tricky. Where to bring a date can be an even bigger headache. For a number of reasons and any local will agree with this - most date night places are NOT in Midtown West, where I work and where I spend most of my waking hours.
Snow is blanketing New York City outside my window and as I was flipping through my recipe rolodex for the perfect indulgent snack for this weekend's Super Bowl, it came to me, like a little Steve Bannon on Trumps shoulder - Baked Cauliflower Buffalo "Wings"!
My first sip of puckery cranberry infused vodka came from one of my many nights at the Russian Samovar on West 54th Street. In this comfortably warm and perfectly bourgeois Theatre District hideaway (co-owned by Mikhail Baryshnikov) you can feel and smell that this place is straight out of the homeland even without ever stepping foot in Russia.
HAPPY 2017 - the year of the rooster and vision board making! There's something to be said for the simple unadorned potato and onion latke, the kind Bubbe used to make. I started making them as passed hors d'oeuvres for gatherings around the holidays and played with ways to change them up because why not?
To kick off the start of winter, a hearty & creamy white bean and kale soup will always have my heart. It’s so comforting in all the right ways. Preparing this spin on a French classic ‘garbur’ with a warm skillet cornbread or some toasted peasant bread and melted gruyere cheese can be just the cure for a blustering day.