9.20.2014

Perfectly Poached Pears

Mark and I usually agree on most things. After almost 20 years, it is kind of amazing.

9.13.2014

I Swore I'd Never...

I am a man of contradictions. I make rules, and then I break them.

9.06.2014

A Sticky Situation

Growing up on the Main Line of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, we had access to some of the finest art, most exquisite music, and deepest American history imaginable.

8.30.2014

This Cake Has a Hole in It

Maria: "I am Maria Portokalos; Welcome to our home!"
Harriet: (Hands her a plate with something draped in plastic wrap over toothpicks).
Maria: "Thank you... what is it?"
Harriet: "It’s a bundt."
Maria: "A bunh?"
Harriet: "Bundt."
Maria: "B-b-b-b-bunk?"
Harriet: "Bund-T."
Maria, nodding: "Bunnnnt…t"
Harriet, frustrated: "Bundt! Bundt!
(Neighbor to Maria in Greek): "Είναι κέικ Μαρία." (It’s a cake, Maria.)
Maria: "It’s a cake... I know! Thank you, thank you very much." (Walking away, aside to neighbor): "There’s a hole in this cake!"

8.23.2014

Summer Slump

It's hot. It seems as though it's been hot forever. It seems like it WILL be hot forever. (We know it won't.)

8.16.2014

Singing for Supper (or Dessert)

Cantuccini. Italian. Cookie. It must have its root in the word cantare - to sing, I thought. They must mean "little songs," I said aloud to no one in particular...

8.09.2014

A Diva's Delight

I have made an authentic pasta alla Norma only once.