Grilling for three days in a row over Memorial Day weekend has me dreaming of chicken. Grilled rosemary chicken, that is. Combine fresh chopped rosemary, tangy lemon juice, a few spices and a dash of brown sugar, and you’ve got yourself a marinade that will lure your friends and family to the grill with the sweet smell of rosemary.
This recipe highlights two of my favorite things: chicken and low-fat. But don’t mistake low fat for low flavor – the basil and scallions pack a punch. Add a little sea salt instead of your usual table or kosher salt, and the salad gets even zingier (more zingy?).
As anyone who has ever moved to a new town knows, it’s not easy making new friends. When I first moved to Tucson in 2005 I worked from home and my daughter Gigi hadn’t yet come along.
Today is National Chili Day, who knew?! My husband recently won a local chili cook-off with a Texas-style chili. My chili, on the other hand, is not exactly poised to win any cook-offs, local or otherwise, but it’s still a household favorite.
Does the world really need another roast chicken recipe? Especially on the heels of Thanksgiving and the chicken’s famous cousin, the turkey? Once you try this recipe, your answer will be yes.
Today is a day for swimming in pools with friends, lazing in the sun and sipping iced tea jazzed up with mint. But at 80 degrees – and we’re talking indoors, here – it’s definitely not a day for cooking.
The other night, as I was making taco seasoning from scratch and posting it all over Instagram like it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, I realized I owe you an apology.
Surely I’m not the only one rolling the charcoal grill onto the patio and dragging the lump charcoal out of the garage. But maybe I did get a wee bit of a head start on the whole Memorial Day grilling thing. Yesterday found me in the kitchen right before school pick-up with just a few minutes but a whole lotta meat to marinade, as in three pounds of flank steak and enough bone-in, skin-on chicken breasts to feed my family of three at least through Monday.
I read Maurice Sendak’s obituary through blurry eyes on Wednesday, thinking of my childhood hero for the first time in a while, although he’s never too far from my heart.
One of the best meals of my life was at the Zuni Café in San Francisco. Seriously. It’s one of those nights that will stay with me the rest of my life. Mr. Gonzo and I stole away for a mini-vacay in San Francisco last July. Imagine it: 24 foot-loose-and-fancy-free hours while Gigi had the time of her life with her cousins. Win win!