June 6th, 2015
I am currently in a cooking rut.
This happens occasionally. I cook something new that accommodates the tastes of my diners, decide I like it very much, and then, too lazy to come up with a fresh idea that caters to everybody’s extreme pickiness, I repeat the recipe until I feel like I am in the movie, Groundhog day and change is essential. I just completed such a cycle with Sunday Hash. Read More
May 31st, 2015
A few weeks ago I got an email from my bother-in-law Scott who was in a highly agitated state. He told me he had been the victim of fraud perpetrated by the Bird’s Eye Company. Read More
May 7th, 2015
When my siblings and I were growing up, my mother was a miraculous cook—every night she procured dinner for eight people. Among our favorite meals was what we called “stringy meat,” which was any kind of meat that was cooked long and slow until it was a fork-tender, pull-apart, deliciously stringy thing. Read More
April 28th, 2015
The good thing about this recipe is you can make most of the components in advance and then just throw your tacos together in fifteen minutes, which allows you time to relax and watch the PBS News Hour while you dine. Read More
April 20th, 2015
This salad is what happened on Saturday night when I was cleaning out my vegetable drawer. If you had something re thrilling to do that evening, you probably have a better life coach than I do. Read More
April 9th, 2015
You’ve eaten too many chocolate chip cookies in your lifetime. In the last year alone, you have had enough of them to satisfy the dessert needs of an entire state, say, Indiana, for a week. And that includes the catering of several gay weddings. Read More
March 19th, 2015
I am assuming that Italian Wedding Soup was so named due to its popularity at Italian weddings. I’d like to posit that, because of its ease of preparation, the soup is especially suitable for a shotgun wedding, when celebratory food is needed in a big fat hurry. Read More
February 16th, 2015
I always have trouble when I have to make a choice between too many good options. This applies whether I am selecting a paint color for my dining room, or a pair of black sandals, or a recipe for a chocolate dessert. In a paroxysm of indecision, I will bring home seven paint samples from Benjamin Moore, buy four pairs of sandals at Bloomingdale’s, and make two desserts instead of one. Read More
February 13th, 2015
I had it on that list I have titled, “Things to do on a really slow day.” (As opposed to others I keep handy like my “To do when you have a ten minute window” and “To put off as long as possible” lists.) It was a recipe involving a thing called a pomelo. Read More
January 31st, 2015
Okay, so after all that prepping I did (described here in case you had something better to do than read my previous post) for what de Blasio said would be the end of the world last week, I was pretty disappointed by Juno’s lack of spunk. (Hey, Juno, have you met Sandy?) Snowmageddon was to have peaked on Tuesday, but Tuesday was snooze-day, a no-news day.
And there I was with my hair all done and my nails perfect, presentable in case my body was found frozen stiff in a snow bank on Columbus Avenue.
I did not want all that effort at to go to waste. (So rarely do I have my beauty shit together.) Restaurants, by 10 a.m. no longer intimidated by the storm-that-wasn’t, were open, and I decided to go get a dosa.
I was only recently introduced to the dosa, which is basically a very large crepe wrapped around ingredients that you may select—vegetables, eggs, cheese, chicken, whatever—which is offered with a selection of chutneys. If you want to make it at home, here’s how. I am too lazy to do this so I go just go around the corner to Hampton Chutney and leave the cooking to them.
The dosa is as big as big as de Blasio’s forearm and makes a very satisfying meal after being up all night wondering why the world did not seem to be ending. I’m actually glad it didn’t. I get to eat more dosas.