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Remember yesterday I mentioned the vacation countdown? Well, hope you don't tire of hearing about it. Seems every day brings a new reason to need to get away. Today is the middle of week three of construction right outside our apartment. It's necessa (read full article)
We're in countdown mode. 18 days from now we pack the girls up for the sandy shores of Cape Cod. I need this vacation. It feels like the last year has pummeled my spirits and pushed me to the limits. Life is supposed to be easier as the girls grow up (read full article)
I'll fill you in on a secret. Kids will eat meat that isn't cooked until it screams for mercy. In fact, I've found many prefer their burgers and steak prepared on the medium-rare side. When I first started making them for Isabella, I followed the rec (read full article)
Food on the brain. I suffer from a case of this daily. Even in the throes of a nasty stomach bug this weekend, I found myself in bed, trying to muster up the energy to go buy artichokes. Unless I'm out of town, I never miss the Saturday Greenmarket a (read full article)
I'm in countdown mode. One month from today is the start of our annual summer vacation to Cape Cod. Two weeks of nothing but the waves lulling us to sleep and sun streaming through every window—a treat since we live in a lovely, but dimly lit garde (read full article)
I should've been folding laundry or packing last Wednesday, but there were these artichokes nagging me in the fridge. They were the first of the season. I'd bought them at the farmers' market not remembering that I had a business trip planned. The pr (read full article)
I clock more hours in the kitchen in one day than many people spend there in a whole week. It's not a surprise since I do this professionally, but sometimes I hit a breaking point and just want to enjoy cooking without writing and recording every oun (read full article)
Saturday nights I tend to don my insomniac hat. See, Sundays are the one day of the week I don't set an alarm. It is my day to "sleep in" while the Mr. stirs and tends to the girls. I cherish those lazy mornings, when I rise around 8:30 or (read full article)
I'm used to hot, humid New York City summers. Johnny pumps freely flowing for relief were a norm growing up, so much so that the fire department used to offer special sprinkler caps to help conserve water while letting city dwellers get some relief f (read full article)
Nothing about life is basic or simple, especially with children. Just the act of leaving the house becomes a 15-minute ordeal—and that's assuming you didn't leave anything behind. Going back is not so quick and convenient for us city folk. But this (read full article)
It's Friday, and that means pizza night here at The Perillo house. A few weeks ago I started experimenting again with the grill. My past attempts have ended in tears or doughs that are cooked through with a crisp bottom but rather unattractive pale w (read full article)
School is down to the wire with only five days left. That means Isabella only has 31 hours left as a first grader. How is that even possible? The first day of pre-K seems like it was just yesterday. This week is about new beginnings for me too. At th (read full article)
I should be sleeping, or at the very least showered and in my jammies since I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. The day starts with Isabella's 1st grade graduation and end of year party, before heading to my younger sister's highschool graduation (read full article)
Hard to believe strawberry season will soon be over. By now my pantry should runneth over with homemade jam, except my heart is big and I often find myself giving jars of it away as if I had an endless supply. Thankfully I've also been building a sta (read full article)
The last few weeks have been busy ones indeed, and I've found myself reaching into the depths of my pantry and quick-thinking skills to get dinner on the table faster than ever. I'm not vying for bragging rights—just in search of meals that'll make (read full article)
I should be sleeping right now, but I had some biscuits this morning and wanted to share them with you before they're all gone. Actually, I've eaten them a lot since discovering the best recipe ever last year. I also got a great recipe from Elizabeth (read full article)
By now most of you know I'm a big supporter of local farmers' markets. It's where I do most of my shopping, including buying eggs, beef, chicken, pork and an assortment of in season fruit and vegetables. A couple of weeks ago, someone asked me on twi (read full article)
What would you say if I told you last year was the first time I ever experimented with garlic scapes? I'd probably had them dozens of times at finer restaurants, but those wild strands bunched together at the market always intimidated me. Really, the (read full article)
Asparagus is akin to childhood—its season is fleeting and by time you realize how good you had it, the moment has passed. I especially like asparagus because it's a sure sign the growing season is gearing up. After a winter of root vegetables, the (read full article)
I'm not one for admitting defeat. I always look for the silver lining. But sometimes, you just have to raise the white flag and surrender. After a week of birthday festivities, a little cloud had settled over me. Dark and brooding, it zapped a little (read full article)
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