A year ago, I asked for a madeleine pan for Christmas.
When I asked for it, I knew it was an unnecessary specialty kitchen item that I would probably use about twice before burying it in the cabinet. I wanted one anyway, because the adorable pictures of madeleines that were popping up in my social media were filling my head with thoughts of what my life could be like with a madeleine pan. I could make matcha madeleines! Chocolate madeleines! Pink strawberry madeleines dipped in white chocolate! You get the thought process. Continue reading “Gingerbread Madeleines”→
If “America runs on Dunkin”, Italy runs on tea cookies. A common breakfast is a few plain, crunchy cookies with a shot of espresso or maybe a cup of tea. In my house, the breakfast cookie of choice is the “S” cookie you can find just about anywhere now, even in CVS. Given you know it’s time to change when your “Italian” breakfast cookie is available in CVS, I decided to make some real Italian breakfast cookies for my mom, sans yellow dyes 5 and 6. Continue reading “Crumiri di Casale”→
On an expedition to Pizzeria Beddia, a pizza place in Fishtown (Philly) where there is one obsessive guy making only 40 exclusive pies a night, after a friend and I were told to come back three hours after we ordered, we wandered the neighborhood a bit and found an adorable teeny grocery store called Green Aisle Grocery. There, I fell in love with some bright green pistachio butter that I just had to buy, as my head immediately filled with images of bright green dollops adorning my morning oatmeal and topping my toast. Continue reading “Pistachio Snacking Cake”→
I never thought I’d say it, but I’m tired of eating figs. There’s a rather anemic tree in my neighborhood in Sicily that invests all of its energy into pumping out extremely sweet, juicy, and perishable figs, and our fridge is full of them. Due to the fact that my siblings don’t like figs, my 86-year-old nonna and I are tasked with consuming them.
Most of a bag of Garofalo pasta (calamarata), the end of a bag of lentils, about 1/4 cup of wheat berries, 1/3 bag of cornmeal, some vinegar, a little sugar, too many rolled oats, and half a bag of cocoa nibs. That’s what my pantry looks like right now, and as much as possible must go before the end of the week, when I move out for the summer. Continue reading “Breakfast Polenta with Balsamic Strawberries”→
Like, if you’re not really doing anything right now, you should probably go get the ingredients and make this right now. Even better if you have guests to impress. Continue reading “Blueberry Brioche”→
Ah, torta di mele, one of the staple cakes in the Italian baking arsenal with its soft, sweet, apple-studded crumb and lemony perfume. My mother would prepare it when we had impromptu guests, for birthday parties, or anytime we didn’t want to arrive at a lunch invitation empty-handed. It is a cake that is perfect in its simplicity, a one-bowl ordeal that takes no time at all to throw together and is always loved by everyone. The crumb is extremely moist and studded with juicy pieces of apple, the edges acquire a gentle chew and the middle almost can’t handle the weight of the apple slices layered on top. Continue reading “Torta di Mele”→