My Moroccan mother-in-law was a wonderful cook who could easily whip up a feast for 20 or 30 people without breaking a sweat. Her multi-course menus would include a variety of salads, a fish course, sometimes a soup, and several… Continue reading…
comforting companions
Life has been filled with just a few too many trials lately. To help me shake off this mood, I need to cook up some comfort. So I’m going back to my roots: a classic American combo, but prepared in a… Continue reading…
the soup before the storm
The first time I tasted Harira was when my mother-in-law served it as the first course of a holiday meal. It was a revelation to me. A dense, rich soup so laden with meaty chick peas, lentils, and gamey chunks… Continue reading…
not your mamma’s chopped liver
Whenever the holidays roll around, I can’t resist going back to my roots. It’s comforting to repeat customs and serve up the same traditional foods year after year. In every family, there are special dishes that endure: one grandma is known… Continue reading…
a token of love
My first job fresh out of college was at Showtime Cable TV. It was an exciting time–cable television was in its infancy and the staff at Showtime was young, hip, and having a great time figuring out how to… Continue reading…