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My appreciation for pesto developed in my early twenties. While my aunt's gravy was killer—I still haven't figured out her secret, her pesto was always a bit bracing and more reminiscent of a garlic fest. Then one day I went to a friend's house to (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)
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)
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)
During our early courtship, the Mr., back then the boyfriend, took me to a neighborhood pizza joint on the upper westside. Out of curiosity I ordered a slice of the whole wheat pizza. My tastebuds wondered what they'd done to deserve such an assault. (read full article)
I'm not a fan of reality television. In fact, I've never seen an episode of American Idol. The only real housewives of New York I know are my friends and neighbors. And as for dancing with the stars, well I'd rather be dancing under them with my head (read full article)
I've been promising this recipe for some time, and you've all been so patient. It just wasn't 100% until today. Just about an hour ago, in fact. I finally got these exactly how I wanted them. The taste had always been there, but getting those darn gr (read full article)
I love butter. And butter loves me. Well, my hips and thighs are really where it's true devotion lies. While baking with olive oil is nothing new, I just wasn't ready to let go of my grasp on my first true love. I've tasted some lovely cakes but none (read full article)
Doesn't that tomato sauce look good up there? It's so easy a kid could make it with proper supervision from mom or dad. It has all of five ingredients—the last one is salt and pepper, which is usually a giveaway ingredient when it comes to cooking (read full article)
When I first mentioned last week that I was attempting a homemade version of Nutella, a twitter friend said I was going too far. Oh, how does his lovely wife Michele live his incessant teasing? They are a very cute couple, by the way, and I'm so glad (read full article)
Ever have the feeling your best wasn't good enough...even when you know you gave it all you had? When can you feel good about just letting go? That was the feeling I walked away with today. I've been a caretaker most of my life. I saw things kids sho (read full article)
Oh my. Only 25 hours since the Mr. and I came home from our kid-free get away and it feels like a dream. Did I possibly have 48 hours of no whining? Well, of course not—the Mr. was with me. Seriously, though, we had a lovely time, and even caught u (read full article)
I try to never go back on my word. It's one of the tenets of parenting. You must keep your promises (which is why it's also important to be careful what promises you make!). Well, I know I teased you with my last post on Parmesan Skillet Croutons. I (read full article)
I'm easing into the New Year with some photos of last night's dinner. I've been making pizza for over 15 years, and there's always room to learn a few new tricks. While I live right across the street from the infamous Lucali's, I haven't dined there (read full article)
Many of my fondest travel memories are of the food that I have eaten while traveling. Getting a taste of the local restaurants and cuisine is my favorite way to explore each new place I visit. When the time comes that I must return home, as it inevit (read full article)
I first tasted homemade ricotta about 10 years ago. It was quite revelatory. Creamy, almost buttery, bits of cheese, full of flavor that melt in your mouth. Nothing at all like the watery stuff I grew up eating off supermarket shelves. I hadn't given (read full article)
Well, it's been a while. Thanks to all the amazing bloggers who guest posted and shared their wonderful recipes. I was getting near the end of my rope, so to speak, and that end of summer vacation was much needed. The Mr. and I have been going to Nor (read full article)
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