I recently discovered that there are finally new seasons of the Great British Bake Off on Netflix! Naturally, I began binge watching it shortly after this realization. While watching the bread episode, I was inspired to make a loaf of bread. Continue reading “100% Whole Wheat Focaccia”
Italians love to complain about Italy. Seriously, talk to an Italian for a couple minutes and they will 99% of the time start ranting about how nothing works in Italy, how the economy/government/things in general are messed up. They must take its immense beauty for granted, because I would willingly live with all those problems if I knew I could wake up to this view every morning. Continue reading “Ricotta-Stuffed Zucchini Flowers with Pesto”
There is no better snack than a thick, oily slice of focaccia, fresh from the oven.
I learned that last summer when I lived in Pisa. Most days after working in the marine biology lab, I would stop by a little panificio on my way home to buy a bit of focaccia for a snack. I would ask how much a euro would get me, and they would slice a strip off of a large round and hand it to me in a little paper bag. Continue reading “Focaccia alle Cipolle”
I have a habit of spending my mornings thinking about what I am going to make myself for my next meal. Who am I kidding, it’s not just mornings and not just meals; I am a compulsive planner. Everyday, I have a game plan of how what I am going to do, arranging errands and classes to flow as seamlessly as possible with as much efficiency as possible. I feel unreasonably proud of myself when I manage to arrange a day in which not a minute is wasted and all tasks fluidly fall into place as planned. Continue reading “Braised Leeks and Carrots with Parsleyed Beluga Lentils”
Another Christmas came and went, and my family took our traditional super long car trip down to Mississippi to celebrate with my dad’s side of the family. Because driving there takes about 15 hours, we broke it up on the way down by taking a detour to Savannah, Georgia and staying there a couple nights.
Although it rained the whole time, Savannah is a beautiful city. We ate out at two restaurants that were recommended by the guide book, but my food was mediocre (though I give the ambiance of both an A+). I probably didn’t enjoy them very much because I was trying to order “healthy” things, not exactly a specialty of the south. While my tomato gazpacho and scallops with spinach were decent, my dad’s orders of various fried things were quite delicious, as were the copious amounts of biscuits that were served with every meal. I guess I should follow the “when in Rome” mindset and order something buttery and crispy rather than stubbornly clinging on to my northern ways. Continue reading “A trip to the south”