potpourri (autopilot) muesli

Last week I was shuffling through the natural foods store in a post-work coma when something odd happened. I watched bemused as my hands grabbed seeds and nuts and dried fruit off the shop… Continue reading →

party on a plate — Indonesian gado gado

I’m not sure when our little bunker became the family party house. But sometime after the last rager Christmas brunch, my sister-in-law and I put on our scheming hats to scheme up a… Continue reading →

Goldilocks & the black sticky rice pudding

Not enough warmth in my bones. Not enough photons hitting my eyeballs. March is making it easy to pretend I’m a winter-sedated bear nesting in my flannel sheets each night. Here’s a little something… Continue reading →

hurricane veg

“Blegh,” I mumbled through a mouthful of soft, garlicky braised kale. “Who wants to eat cold, raw veg in the dead of winter?” Across the table, the Man nodded his head ponderously in… Continue reading →

Moxy and Beetroot Soup with Tempeh Croutons

Lest you think that I hold court in my kitchen with any semblance of pretentious type-A foodie-ism, behold — the humble 30 minute improv dinner. Making do with existing ingredients is one of… Continue reading →

Gingery Kale Salad

OH! This salad makes me want to put on my glad rags and do a little jig. It’s one of my top food revelations of 2012, mostly because its main ingredient has been… Continue reading →

Millet Bowl with Tangy Tahini Butternut & Chickpeas

Nothing can beat a steaming plate of rice topped with a crispy fried egg and drizzled in sweet soy sauce. It’s the tzar of down-home comfort food as far as I’m concerned, and… Continue reading →

of summer incarnate

I’m a tropical fruit fiend. Living in the Netherlands. Add to that my preference for local produce and you understand why I’m in constant mourning for the buttery mango, lime-drenched papaya, and quirky… Continue reading →

of the Raw Brownie

This morning I had a glorious breakfast. Don’t hate me. What is this girl thinking? you ask, all bristly and indignant. I’m a grown-up and I don’t eat brownies for breakfast. Oh, friend. We… Continue reading →