Remember waking up early, sneaking downstairs to make your mom a special Mother’s Day Breakfast in bed? The quality of the breakfast was usually commensurate with the age. My specialty was drop biscuits with jam. Still one of my favorites go to breakfasts even today.
I remember my kids brining me flowers from the yard and burnt cheese on burnt toast. And I loved it! I loved hearing them scamper about the kitchen, trying desperately to be quite in their loudest ‘yell whispers’. Continue reading ‘Sassy RED Spicy Granola’
I’ve done all sorts of soul searching these past few months. An illness will inevitably do that to you. And just when you think you are done, maxed out, finito, fed-up, at your limit >insert any other expression that implies you are DONE< and in that mental space where you think that you can’t possibly take on any more, that SOMETHING changes and you miraculously just find your way. Continue reading ‘Pink Sweet Mash Hash’
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to find my words. The last two months I’ve been a blank slate; focused on healing and recalling my former self. My days post breast cancer surgery melt away as focus on this solitary goal – health. As I begin my recovery I know that writing nourishes my soul as much as eating feeds my being. And while I haven’t done much cooking, I’ve been the beneficiary of some delicious meals.
This first recipe carries with it some weight Continue reading ‘Sweet Po-ta-to Hash’
There are so many things to deal with right now that my head is constantly spinning. I am just not certain that can go through all of the details; it just makes it more real. It just makes me relive it another time. What I do know is that I am surrounded by an amazing amount of love by family and friends. There is nothing like this support group that allows me be any of the emotions I usually am on any given day.
My love for food and creating recipes remains constant. Continue reading ‘Persimmon Frappé’
A few years ago I tried employing a few new techniques to learn how to be comfortable relaxing. Seems absurd to think that one would need TO LEARN how to relax, but it is the truth. In my business career I had to learn to run at an extremely fast cadence. Continue reading ‘Spinach and Lemon Pesto Poached Eggs with Asparagus’
I have a love of figs. There is something romantic about this biblical fruit; it is sensual. Maybe it is its the shape or perhaps it is the texture. Whatever it is that draws me in, it is simply an amazing and delicate fruit.
They were said to be Cleopatra’s favorite food, there is no denying that these buxom purple and greenish yellow fruits are sexy in both appearance and texture. For obvious reasons, Continue reading ‘Dark Mission Fig Streusel Bars’
I do not need to be cured, I have diagnosed myself with an acute case of everything is fine. That was really my attitude when this chapter of my life began which I’ve named “Gina was attacked by an avocado” the exact words written by a specialist I was seeing on the back of a piece of paper. While the choice of words is hilarious, the situation is much less funny. Yes, I tell myself the obligatory, “It could have been worse.” And it could have, but lets deal in the present – It under no uncertain terms is a pain in my $%&. I am not patient at all, I want to move at lightening speed, I want to cook, explore new recipe ideas, ground myself in the kitchen where new treats can be enjoyed. For me cooking and baking are one of the demonstrative ways I show my love. Continue reading ‘Blueberry Banana Buttermilk Oatmeal Bread with Coconut Butter Streusel’
I am trying to find comfort these days. Trying really, really hard to self-soothe and heal. When sick, or tired, or far from home, everyone seems to yearn for the gastronomic equivalent of a warm sweater, a kiss on the forehead, a favorite blanket. Cutting-edge cuisine has its place, but sometimes you just want a hearty meal with your favorite comfort foods.
Don’t judge. We all have them – “comfort” foods that feel like more than just food. Far beyond the random edibles of our day, these are instilled with the likes of positive memories, celebratory identities, nurturing associations. Continue reading ‘Flaky Buttermilk Biscuits and Gravy 2 Ways’
This recipe is over the top, but doesn’t your mom deserve the most decadent brunch treat imaginable? Mother’s Day. A universal day of appreciation dedicated to the woman that has gone to all extremes to put a smile on your face, even during the most challenging of situations. This day is to honor her. Continue reading ‘S’More Stuffed Caffe Latte Raspberry French Toast’
If you know me, you know I am anything but Irish. I am by American standards 100% Italian. By Italian standards I am only half Italian. According to my sources, if your family is from anywhere south of Rome you are not a true Italian. (Yes, this an old Italian north/south rivalry – and well while I’ve never met anyone that believes this, my Italian friends always love to tease me about it.) I am 100% proud of my Italian roots but having grown up in the San Francisco Bay Area, with strong Irish Italian influences, I can’t help but do my part in celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. Who doesn’t love a good party? And the Irish sure know how to throw a party. Continue reading ‘Irish Sweet Potato and Cabbage Hash’