I can’t believe I posted the recipe video for this Moroccan-influenced dish on my Instagram and YouTube, but not here. Pumpkins are still around in North Carolina, where I’m living now, but I’m not sure about China. I just looked…
I had never been to Boston until my son, Leo, started college there. It’s not that I didn’t want to visit – I just didn’t have a good excuse. Plus, my up-to-date-on-tech-developments-but-not-so-much-on-urban-development husband was there years ago and claimed that…
Reposting this recipe because it’s one of our favorite breakfasts. This recipe was born in the first trimester of my pregnancy with my son Leo, when everything but fresh fruit and yogurt made me nauseous. My husband would wake up…
I’m taking a break from creating new content to focus on a new project: introducing my grandmother’s Moroccan sesame anise cookies to America. Family and friends keep asking for them, so I’ve been mailing cookies all over the place. If…
I love stuffed vegetables but I’m rarely in the mood to make it myself. Though I love stuffing leaves — it’s like rolling a joint (says the woman who, in 51 years, has never actually rolled one). It’s satisfying —…
A friend has been sharing his pain with me about his heartbreak after a 10-month relationship ended—heartbreak that could have been avoided if he had been willing to fully commit to her. I listened, took his side, and held space…
Pita is a hiding place, a sleeping bag, an edible bowl. Anything you tuck into a pita will be delicious. No wonder Eyal Shani’s Miznon restaurants are so successful. He didn’t invent pita sandwiches, but he showed the world that,…
I don’t think I ever told you that I worked as a private chef for six months. I didn’t mention it because it was such a brief gig and honestly, not that exciting—not even cooking for Hollywood stars and well-known…
There are only a few ways I can tolerate the sweetness of butternut squash: when it’s roasted and mixed with harissa or something spicy and tart that settles its intense sweetness, in spicy curries, and in this semi-gratin. I craved…
Do you know what the problem is with being a digital nomad? You’re always missing something. You’re missing family, friends, kitchen tools, an ingredient. Last week I wanted to make my grandmother’s tea biscuits but I didn’t have a rolling…
I’ve made so many freaking variations of this Waldorf salad—with pineapple like my sister taught me, with blood oranges in the winter, with Asian pear, and now for Rosh Hashanah. With apples and honey. I normally don’t add any sweeteners…
I have been wanting to make matcha pancakes forever! I kept seeing them everywhere – on Instagram and pancake mix packaging at Mitsuwa, the Japanese supermarket chain. The pictures on the packaging looked good, but they DEFINITELY contained dairy and…
Who knew that North Carolina produces such excellent produce. The apples here are the best I’ve ever had. The peaches, as Auntie Elana says, are also incredibly good, but last year it rained more than usual so they are not…
I haven’t eaten granola for years until my new friend, Susan, introduced me to Purely Elizabeth grain-free granola. Susan is as conservative as me when it comes to food. I totally trusted her, but out of habit, I looked at…
Traveling is fun only on Instagram. Thank God, I only have to pack and unpack my carry-on one more time this summer. It was easier in ancient times, when you had someone who schlepped around your luggage. Luckily I travel…
Oh God, it doesn’t matter where I am, it’s oven-hot! This summer we are traveling in America. I’d always wanted to see more of it—after living here for almost two decades, I’ve barely seen a quarter of the country. The…
In the madness of moving homes in Los Angeles, I didn’t have the time or brain capacity to post and celebrate the publication of the hardcover edition of my salad cookbook, Salad Ballads. Yes, I moved again. Nomad will always be…
This is not my typical banana bread. This is my pleasing banana bread which I make for my family. My family isn’t as enthusiastic about the cakes I make with olive oil, spelt, coconut sugar. They prefer their cakes with…
Believe it or not I’m walking on air… You know that song. Never mind. Believe it or not, we are moving. A G A I N. Not too far though. To the other side of the hill. To the same…
I arrived at the Dhamma Vipassana center in North Fork on Wednesday, January 1st, 2025 at 4 PM. My husband drove me there with his mother in the front and my youngest next to me in the back. I could…