Imagine a place where all your dreams come true. Where mounds of artisanal cheese are stacked to perfection and the cheesemonger just happens to be a cute 20-something with thick-rimmed glasses and a sheepish smile. Where you can get made-to-order buttery crêpes filled with vanilla lavender cream. Where pomme frites come overflowing in a homemade piped wrapper. … More The day I discovered the French Market
I’ve been back in Chicago for about a month and there has been a lot of eating. And it’s been awe-some. “Get me a pizza,” she cries, tears streaming down her face, “Deep dish – WITH TOPPINGS!”
This past weekend, I was in Chicago for Lollapalooza, one of my favorite weekends of the year besides Christmas & any or all birthdays. Lolla weekend is three days of non-stop live music, dancing, booze, way too expensive street food & in my case, a chance to hang out with my favorite people in my … More An Ode to Chicago & Lolla 2012
You’re super excited to get out of your apartment. You have all this writing to do, coffee to drink, cupcakes to eat, people to watch, all from the big & comfy plush chair by the window of your local favorite coffee shop. On this particular day, the chair is free and available – a rarity … More Proper etiquette on a creaky door
“Mangiare per vivere e non vivere per mangiare” (eat to live & not live to eat) Last week, I was indulging in a late lunch, sipping on Prosecco and noshing on bread & oil when someone asked me where my passion for writing and food came about. “Italy.”
Why is it that when we wake up in 2012, we feel the need to necessitate the shattered dreams we had in the latter year with 800 mg of ibuprofen and 365 thoughts of what could have been? Sometimes you hit the bar, sometimes the bar hits you. That should be our NEW new years … More Last year was so _________!
Why I do this to myself … I will never know. But here I go again, blogging on an empty stomach. Sure, it’s about noon and all I’ve had is a lean pocket (which was awful, by the way) but I’ve had a list of things to do this morning and I refuse to sit … More Lemon Ricotta Waffles with Blueberry Syrup
In my life, there are two different types of brunch. First, the “Sunday morning, I’m so hungover, let’s go the diner around the corner NOW” brunch. We all know the drill. You wake up in a haze, sometimes still drunk, sometimes alone, sometimes not – and you gather the strength to roll over and grab … More Brunching
Lately, I’ve been having this recurring dream that I’m on Top Chef. Unfortunately, something must be off, because I keep losing. “Allana, please, pack your knives and go.” Suddenly, I wake up in a furious daze, sweat dripping down my face, heart beating super fast. I find myself confused. I swerve around my room, grabbing for … More Sable Kitchen
Last week, as I was sitting in my parents kitchen, eating something delicious, I couldn’t help but burst at the seams telling them how excited I was to run my first 5k the following weekend. This is how that conversation went down.