One pot meals are a lifesaver. Whether it is a special occasion or a busy weeknight, getting dinner on the table quickly, with a minimum of dirty dishes is always a win in my book. This one pot chicken and spinach pasta with creamy sun-dried tomato sauce is a crowd pleaser every single time.
I’m going to come right out and say it: I’m not a big Valentine’s Day person. There. Judge me if you must. I do however, enjoy making a nice meal for the one I love. We always stay in for Valentine’s Day and I’ve done the big, fancy dinners that take hours to prepare and minutes to devour. While that’s lovely and all, I spend half the night in the kitchen. This one pot meal is super delicious and did I mention… ONE PAN to wash? Furthermore, I have better things to do on Valentine’s Day, like eat the entire box of candy.
A little bit sweet, with garlic and ginger, and as spicy you’d like it, this fragrant, saucy chicken dish is made in a slow cooker. It’s super simple and requires very little hands-on time. Serve over rice with a generous squeeze of fresh lime juice.
I don’t often think of blogging about food that I cook for clients because the truth of the matter is that I didn’t think people would be interested. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Every pic I’ve posted lately about “client food” has been met with a one-word response: recipe?
Add to that the request from several friends asking for healthy, real food that gets on the table (soup to nuts) in roughly 30 minutes and here you have it. Dinner in about the time it takes to watch a sitcom. This recipe is hardly a “recipe” in that it has a handful of ingredients and it is minimal effort. The most laborious part of it is taking the chicken from the sauté pan and putting it on a sheet pan… whew, I think I broke a sweat just talking about it. Actual hands-on time is roughly 10 minutes, so you can grab a glass of wine and chill out while the oven does all the work.
“Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Neighbor’s Kitchen”. As soon as I walk into this space, I know if that were a real commandment, I’d be breaking it. And breaking it hard. Those of us who cook and are forced challenged to “get creative” with minuscule kitchens feel the sting every time we walk into someone elses’s beautiful kitchen. We look at their (audible gasp) cabinet space, counter space & WHAT?! You have built in ovens AND a center island?!
OK, maybe that’s just me… I look at my tiny space & feel a tinge of frustration, but remind myself that plenty of people have it worse. Although it doesn’t usually make me feel much better when I’m balancing things on top of one another just to find a little extra space to set down a cutting board. Continue reading →
Unless you live under a rock, everyone is familiar with Chinese take-out. Let me be the one to tell you that what you are eating isn’t exactly Chinese food. It’s like going to Taco Bell and saying you had Mexican food…
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, let’s move on shall we?
Dim Sum. It’s an experience like no other. For me, it is complete and utter sensory overload and I adore every second of it. The clinging of metal and ceramic as plates of food go whizzing by and the staccato of a language I don’t understand. The unfamiliar smells mingled with the scents of spices I know so well amidst the hurried movements of the women peddling an array of dishes from the kitchen. It is an assault on the senses in the very best of ways. Continue reading →
Do you ever have those moments when a completely random thought pops into your head out of the blue for no apparent reason at all? This happens to me so frequently, that I’m starting to wonder if this is normal… Well, that is how this recipe ended up here.
I used to make this for dinner once or twice a month about 10 years ago, then because I had it so often I got sick of it and haven’t made it since. As soon as I tasted it again I realized WHY I ate it so often. It’s really, really good.
It is about as uncomplicated as you can get, but the flavors are amazing. The pan juices from the chicken are the sauce for the pasta with a few little goodies thrown in. Let’s talk about the sauce for a minute…
I know some of you are going to groan that I would suggest tossing pasta in a little bit of chicken fat, but fat is FLAVOR.
I’m not suggesting you dive into a block of lard with a knife and fork. The amount of fat is roughly a few tablespoons and unless you’ve had a triple bypass already, it won’t kill you, so live a little… have a salad for lunch & all will right with the world.
In my continuing effort to avoid turning my kitchen into the sweltering fires of hell, I decided that this time I would cheat a little. Just a little, and it’s for the greater good. The heat index is hovering in the triple digits while beads of sweat are pooling at the nape of my neck. The least entertaining thought at this moment is “let’s fire up the oven”.
Store-bought roast chicken: In the winter months, this would be considered sacrilege… but in the blistering heat of summer, it is sweet salvation!
As if buying the chicken wasn’t enough, the food processor is going to do the majority of the work! Yep, this might be the perfect summer recipe. The amount of work involved barely even registers. If you don’t own a food processor it isn’t the end of the world, just a bit of chopping & grating.
The above is one of my favorite quotes from Julia Child, one of the gutsiest broads to ever hoist a meat cleaver. (and I use that term lovingly)
On August 15th of this year, Julia would have turned 100 years old and I’d like to think would still be cooking.
In the 100 days leading up to Julia’s birthday, the JC100 is celebrating this culinary powerhouse and her recipes. Each week, a new recipe is featured and this weeks offering was Coq au Vin… one of my all time favorites.
I remember watching Julia & Jacques and loved her candor and fearless approach to cooking. She made it seem fun and most importantly, possible. She had a way of walking her audience through a recipe that made complex dishes seem effortless and isn’t that all we really want? To feel like anything is possible?
Last I checked April showers bring May flowers, right? Well, someone missed the mark on that… The weather here in New York has been unusual to say the least. We had 80 degree days in March, freezing temps in April and it feels like it’s been raining for weeks…
Chilly, gray days make me want a bowl of something good. I had a quart container of “liquid gold” in the refrigerator that had been giving me the stink eye every time I opened the fridge… It felt neglected, and rightfully so.
A few weeks back, I had braised some chicken, strained the liquid and set it aside for another use. That is liquid gold. It is intensely flavored, uber-chicken-y goodness and while looking around the kitchen I realized I had almost everything I needed for tortilla soup (otherwise known as Mexican penicillin).
So, with a quick trip to get an avocado and a lime it was time to get cooking…
The smell of the lightly singed corn tortilla & the memories instantly flood my mind. I inhale deeply and let the smell fill my head.
I close my eyes and it’s 1993… I was leaving home for the first time to do a semester abroad.
I was on my way to the state of Jalisco, Mexico to attend the Universidad Autonoma De Guadalajara.
I remember very distinctly the feeling of stepping off of the plane, walking alone through the airport and realizing that I was on my own in a foreign country… and speaking Spanish was now a necessity.
The realization that I was the minority in this country where its people were the minority in mine.
Everything was so different; the sounds, the smells, the food… nothing was familiar to me and as terrifying as that was, it was also the thing that was most exhilarating.
The most tedious of tasks at home had become an adventure in Mexico, some of them less amusing than others…
I learned more about this country in the few months I lived there than I did in all the years I had been studying it. Being immersed in a culture other than your own is something I think everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime. It opened my eyes to things that changed me for the better, giving me a greater appreciation for what I had.