fennel, beet, and blood orange salad

This rainy, mild winter reminds me of being a kid: sitting in the back of my family station wagon, listening to rain drops on the roof and the squeak of the windshield wipers with the easy listening sounds of Carole King on the radio. Remember when the backseat could be the safest, coziest place in the world? What a bummer that grown-ups don’t really get to snuggle in the back seat very often.

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chicken pot pie with winter vegetables

These pot pies were inspired by a vivid array of seasonal offerings spotted on a recent trip to the butcher. Besides meats, our neighborhood butcher has a nice selection of local foods and on this day I fell in love with a host of colorful winter vegetables. Purple carrots, golden beets, and pale rutabagas seemed dazzling there in the open cooler. So, we picked up some chicken thighs and headed home with our hearts set on pot pie. read more »

braised country-style ribs with cippolini

At the butcher, I felt a little embarrassed that I’d never heard of country-style ribs, given that I come from what is arguably “the country.” And even if you’re not willing to concede my particular home-census-tract is rural enough, it is, at a minimum, part of a country. Also, I really like ribs. So how had I not heard of country-style ribs? read more »

good things and a colorful winter salad

I started writing Brooklyn Supper, along with my husband Brian, three and a half years ago. At the time I was a stay at home mom in need of some community, and was looking for a way to document and share all the great food we were eating. I liked to think of food writing as my hobby. Through happenstance, and a bit of hard work, my hobby has turned into my career–one that I’m increasingly passionate about. But I have another career too–I’m a painter. read more »

persimmon, pear, and clementine salad

Dear December, please slow down. I want to enjoy every second of pine needles, Christmas lights, candles, cinnamon, clementines and laughter. I want to cry to “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and dance to “Christmas in Hollis” at least five more times. I want to bake cookies for the world, make my own eggnog, make my own holiday gifts, and wear something glittery for a night out on the town. But you, December, seem to have different plans and are rushing by at lightning speed, and I feel a little lost in your speedy wake. read more »

braised pork with cranberries

About the time of the first frost (or in our case first huge snowfall in October where the snow is just casually falling out of the sky without any kind of explanation like it’s no big deal), the little man who lives in my belly turns his thoughts from tomatoes and scallops and peaches and rosés to pork braises and roasted brussels sprouts and sausages and red wine. It works out nicely that way. read more »

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