I’m starting a personal campaign (not to be confused with a new year’s resolution) to convince myself that comfort food doesn’t have to be fattening. We all think of “comfort food” as big bowls of cheese and chocolate that we eat when we’re consoling ourselves – a hard day at work, a heart-wrenching break-up. Sometimes, we need comfort food when, in the throes of winter, the wind chill forces the temperature below zero and the leftover holiday cheer is but…
I’m not shy about my lack of exposure to ethnic foods. Growing up, pork lo mein was about the most exotic thing that passed my lips. And even then, I’d pick out the onions and the “green things.” (Scallions? Herbs? No way, no how). Though my palate has certainly expanded beyond Chinese takeout, I’ve yet to experience authentic Indian food. The closest I’ve come is Martha Stewart’s Easiest Indian Stew, which I made last night for dinner (and lunch today, and…
I’ve read about chocolate cakes before that claim to be “better than sex.” I’m pretty firmly in the camp that sex and food should stay firmly in their own lanes, calling back to the Seinfeld episode when George Costanza brought pastrami sandwiches to bed. For this flourless chocolate cake though, I would make an exception, because it’s better than just about anything. Apples, oranges – you name it. Winner, hands down.…