Pumpkin Curry Soup
I love curry. Indian curry, African curry, Thai curry, anything curry. All someone has to do is say the word “curry,” and I will drop what I’m doing, instantly captivated. Show me the curry. Seriously.
I love curry. Indian curry, African curry, Thai curry, anything curry. All someone has to do is say the word “curry,” and I will drop what I’m doing, instantly captivated. Show me the curry. Seriously.
Last autumn, I embarked on an experiment in what’s commonly termed “hair training.” Essentially, hair training is the process of backing off on washing your hair until you can go several days without doing so, yet your hair doesn’t appear dirty or oily. The science behind this is pretty simple: when you wash your hair,…
When fall arrives, I inevitably think Zucchini Stew. This is a recipe from my childhood, tied to the harvest season as far back as my memory reaches. My mother made this every autumn, when the zucchini had reached mammoth proportions and were falling off the vine. The seasonings are classic Italian – basil, oregano, bay…
I hate it that I’ve been away from here for so long. I cringed when I realized my last post was published April 10. But I guess that’s what happens when you find yourself suddenly planning a wedding. Oh, so yeah – I’m engaged. Said engagement happened April 13 – three days after my last…
I’ve never been into New Year’s Resolutions per se, but with all the upheaval of the past year, I’ve spent the past few months feeling somewhat disoriented, like I’ve lost my footing. I’m sure it’s justified – I’ve gotten married, had a baby, moved halfway across the country, and transitioned from working in a busy…
Friends! Welcome back to another month of Share Four Somethings, hosted by my friend and fellow podcaster Heather Gerwing. I confess, I’ve struggled a bit with the two new categories for 2022, Something Braved and Something Achieved, but I think I’m beginning to settle into them. At first, they felt like big categories–like whatever I…
The first time I ate Italian Beef was shortly after I moved to Chicago, at the home of my friends Jonathan and Melinda Carter. I remember walking into their house, and being greeted by a mouth-watering aroma coming from the kitchen. There were about 15 of us there for dinner that night, and Melinda had…