Sangria is right up there with tequila as one of those alcoholic beverages that it seems everyone has a story about. It’s always either a “I’ll never drink that again” story or a “well last time I had that things got a little crazy” story.…
Sometimes when I cook, the recipe turns out exactly like I’d imagined it. Other times, not so much. One Christmas I tried to make peppermint stick sugar cookies and instead, they turned out looking more like misshapen lumps of pepto bismol pink dough sticks, better suited for the bottom of the trash bin than for a festive dessert platter. Another time, I attempted key lime bars and the color that the neon lime zest produced when I whipped it with egg…
It’s June. Barbecues, sundresses, flip-flops and frozen margaritas. School is out, summer Fridays are on and your neighborhood pool is open for the season. So why am I making soup? Not a cool summer soup like chilled avocado soup but a creamy, comforting loaded baked potato soup that will stick to your ribs and heal all that is wrong in the world. Why am I making that in June, a month reserved for pasta salads, panzanella and cookouts?…
Today was the first really hot day Chicago has had since I’ve lived here. Every time I’ve had a conversation with anyone – from good friends and coworkers to hairdressers and grocery clerks – about being new to the city, they’ve all said the same thing: “if you think you like Chicago now, just wait until the summer. Then, you’ll really fall for it.” I’m not loathe to admit that Fall is my favorite season. You can still wear dresses…