They said it couldn’t be done. They said it shouldn’t be done. And yet, I had a hunch there was some way I could turn this giant bag of Maseca into something other than tortillas and tamales.
Friday night is pizza night in the Spencer home. It became a habit not long after Eli was born, mostly so I’d stop getting delivery the other 6 nights of the week and to act as a reward for making homemade dinners during that time. At first we ordered from a new pizza place every time.… Continue reading Pizza Night: Pepperoni and Broccoli Rabe
It shouldn’t take a tragedy to remind us that life is precious and sudden and that we probably take our loved ones for granted, but such is often the case and it certainly is now. My heart broke for Jennifer Perillo when she lost her husband, so I made a pie with mine to offer my love and in celebration of Mikey’s life.
In the last few weeks, I’ve somehow been more able than usual to grasp the art of letting go. The result was a dinner party full of ugly food and beautiful moments.
After a beyond-successful experiment with eggnog pancakes on Christmas morning, I decided to whip up another batch for breakfast this past Sunday.