Monday, April 4, 2016

Feels Like Summer, Must Be Summer

I moved to Los Angeles exactly four days after I graduated from college. The only reason I didn’t start my drive West the day after receiving my diplomas: graduation-party-drunken-barefoot-tennis-broken-foot happened. It was my left foot, and I drove an old-school stick shift Pathfinder at the time, like a good Southern gal. So, like any amazing mother would, mine flew to Dallas on a whim to drive my broken ass to L.A. Thank God, as that drive alone is brutal.

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Thursday, March 10, 2016

One Pot.

One of something. One of anything. One of one thing!

Let’s keep it simple. That’s my motto. A one-pot meal always works. For everyONE.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Pure and Simple

Do you ever wake up from a dream that is so good that you try to force yourself back to sleep so you can finish it?  That’s how I felt about the cauliflower soup I had at one of my favorite lunch spots recently.

Eduard, the chef/owner, prides himself on his vegan (not something I generally gravitate towards) purees.  He swears he never uses potato to thicken or enhance his soups.  So, when I asked Eduard what made it so flavorful, he coyly smirked at me as only this particular French Moroccan can do.

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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

White Bean and Ham Soup

What a perfectly dark and rainy day here in Los Angeles. Perfect for my moodiness, my anxiety to accomplish much in the New Year, and for the bowl of warmth sitting in front of me.

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Sunday, January 11, 2015

My Kind of Cleanse: French Onion Soup

First of all, Happy New Year!!!! I probably should retire that salutation, but I’m still so happy it’s a new year.  I love the Holidays, don’t get me wrong, but are you like me? Can you breathe a little easier knowing it’s all over? Do we share a profound welcome to the quiet after the storm? Over-served, partied out, indulgent and exhausted?

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Roasted: Chicken not Coachella

It’s the first Tuesday after Coachella and I get a sense that everyone is somehow thrilled it’s over. Maybe it’s my harrowing view of music festivals and grouchy age, but as much as I wish I could escape to the desert for the weekend, embrace complete freedom and walk in circles from one amazing artist stage to another, it just wasn’t in my stars. Roasting a bird, however, right up my weekend alley.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Tomato Cream Sauce with Orecchiette

After a few months away from here (embarrassingly enough) I figured no better re-entry than a staple amongst tape. Tomato cream sauce with pasta, for literally everyone and everything. Welcome back to you as well.

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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Barefoot and Very Pregnant

It’s New Year’s Eve and instead of prepping for a night out with my husband after playing a sold-out show in Vegas, I’m home talking about soup. 37 weeks pregnant and not allowed to fly, talking about soup.

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