Broccoli Basil Pesto

My toddler has weird taste. He won’t eat rice, or beans, ground meat, or basically any vegetable. But he WILL eat garlic and basil. Constantly. I guess I have a good little Italian on my hands. I’ve had to be creative when making his meals, attempting everything I can think of to get nutrients into…

Lidia-Inspired One Pot Chicken

I opened Lidia Bastianich’s “Mastering the Art of Italian Cooking” (which is the most incredible Italian cookbook I’ve ever owned), and I was ready to prepare one of her chicken dishes. Instead, a few of her recipes inspired me to try something of my own with a few of the ingredients I have in my…

Spinach Turkey Orzo Soup

I made this yesterday after the big storm, and a lot of people have asked for the recipe.  It’s easy, hearty, and absolutely delicious. I adapted it from the Apple of My Eye’s recipe for Sausage & White Bean Soup.  Here’s my version: Ingredients 2 shallots, diced 3 cloves of garlic, chopped 2 tablespoons of…

Turkey Sausage with Romanesco and Dry Sherry

I had these ingredients in my refrigerator and after a quick improvisation, this very tasty and satisfying dish emerged.  I used turkey sausage, but feel free to substitute Italian pork sausage (spicy or sweet).  And while I chose Romanesco, broccoli or cauliflower would work as well.  Happy cooking! Serves 2 Ingredients: 2 tablespoons of olive…

Root Vegetable Avocado Quinoa Salad

(Image via telegraph.co.uk) I’ve been MIA recently because….drum roll…my husband and I have bought a house!  More to come on that.  But I wanted to share a quick recipe to get back into the swing of things.  I threw this together today for my toddler, but then ended up eating it myself.  I’ve been getting…

Food = Love, or So I’ve Been Told

Food. I’ve been trying to figure out why it holds such an important place in my life. Yes, I love to eat. I really do. Figuring out what I’m going to eat next occupies a disproportionate amount of my time. But it’s more than that. Food brings people together in a very personal way. And…

Don’t Judge My Fridge

I feel exposed.  The inside of a woman’s refrigerator can be a very private place.  But in thinking about my next post, I realized that my fridge tells a story.  See, it didn’t always look like this.  Before being a mom, I used to be baffled by my aunt’s fridge.  Hers was always packed.  “How…