Sprout & Pea

Impro­vised meals with left­over ingre­di­ents in my refrig­er­a­tor often wind up being the most fun to cook. I sup­pose it’s due to the ele­ment of sur­prise that comes from toss­ing ingre­di­ents together and hop­ing for the best. And when the dish comes out tast­ing deli­cious, it’s a reward­ing reas­sur­ance that maybe I do know what I’m doing in the kitchen. So, with red chard left­over from my tacos, I rum­maged through my kitchen and decided on a gar­lic and chard pasta. Read more:

Some­times you just can’t eat enough of your favorite food. For me, that’s goat cheese (or any cheese for that mat­ter). This is why I decided to take advan­tage of the giant log of the tangy, smooth and crumbly white fro­mage that I had left­over from my Sat­ur­day morn­ing break­fast. It was Sun­day night, and I wasn’t about to go out to the mar­ket and pur­chase gro­ceries for an end of the week­end din­ner, so I decided to make do with what I had around. Read more:

There’s a first time for every­thing and this week was both my first bike acci­dent and my first time mak­ing lentils. My week­end started off great with friends and fam­ily in town– birth­day cel­e­bra­tions, brunches, din­ners, a whole lot of cake and a whole lot of love. On Sun­day, we decided to make the most of my guests’ last day in town and also take advan­tage of the fleet­ing 80 degree weather. So, my friends rented some bikes and we set out for the tour de Brook­lyn (not to be con­fused with the Tour de Taco- an actual annual and awe­some event). Things started out great and it was shap­ing up to be a beau­ti­ful after­noon. Then it hap­pened– my tire and the side­walk got into a lit­tle quar­rel that resulted in my face meet­ing the ground. Read more:

Due to insuf­fi­cient funds in my bank account this week, I arrived home last night hun­gry and deter­mined to make myself din­ner with any­thing I had lying around the house. I had a small amount of Ezekiel pasta, some white wine in the fridge that was about to go bad, and some capers that were cry­ing out to be used in some­thing.
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