If you are offering... (Tuesdays with Dorie Baking Chez Moi: Pink Grapefruit Tart)

Grapefruit is one of those citrus that people seem to have a love/ hate relationship with.

It evokes some pretty strong feelings.

It is evident by the way that a persons face either lights up or turns into a scowl when the word "grapefruit" pops into a conversation.



This I know... (French Fridays with Dorie: Vanilla Braised Lobster)

These things I know to be true:

1) A woman did not design airport bathrooms. At a minimum, the person who has designed airport bathrooms has never tried to juggle a roller-board suitcase, a carry on bag and a coat while performing stall gymnastics. Just saying.

2) If you are running tight on a connecting flight (as in ten minutes from the time you land) and your flight is leaving out of the last possible gate in Terminal F - you are almost certain to land at the furthest gate in Terminal B and will have to take a ridiculously long shuttle ride (after waiting in a very long line) to get to the next gate. (I'm looking at you, Philadelphia airport)


Now what? (French Fridays with Dorie: Chicken Couscous)

So...my 19-year old decided about a month ago that she is now a vegetarian.

Oh wait, let's back up... my VERY FUSSY 19-year old decided suddenly that she is now a vegetarian.

Now what?

Her impromptu decision could have proven a little challenging considering that the star of this week's dish is...chicken; but with a little bit of improvisation the challenge became an opportunity.


I am not alone (Tuesdays with Dorie Baking Chez Moi: Marquise au Chocolat)

I've said this before and I'll say it again.

I am not in love with chocolate.

I have been wondering if I am the only one out there, but Google tells me otherwise. If that wasn't enough to convince me, the fact that Bon Appetit published a whole post on desserts for chocolate haters tells me that I am not alone.

I. Am. Not. Alone.

Snow Optional (French Fridays with Dorie: Winter Ceviche)

"Well, it's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon, Minnesota, my hometown, out there on the edge of the prairie." Not. (In case you aren't familiar, that is Garrison Keller's opening line from the monologue on A Prairie Home Companion.)

I may not live on the edge of Lake Wobegon. I may not live on the edge of the prairie in Minnesota. But I definitely feel like I am living in the frozen north.

I know, I know, people south of the Mason-Dixon line probably consider Upstate NY to BE the frozen north; but there are colder places (heck, there is a whole country north of NY...). Although there are colder places to live, these past few weeks have made me wonder how much colder they can actually be... The three or so foot of snow doesn't help that (Although, I am very grateful that we haven't received Eastern Massachusetts proportions of snow. Three + feet is bad enough; I think six feet would make me cry. At least it's pretty to look at.)