Today I came with the intention of telling you about the reason that made me disappear from my blog and fills most of my days, and my hear...

I should have called this dish: compromise peas; finding the middle ground peas. A warm spring day, about seven years ago, back when I wa...

Lunch parties. For years I have cherished this vision about the perfect lunch party at my house: our friends and loved ones would gather a...

Now I have a confession to make. Until recently, the only reason I was buying kale was that somehow it made me feel healthier. Kale was my...

I 'm slowly learning to juggle life with a second child, sleepless nights, milk scented clothes and one active toddler. It is not alway...

Though she seems to be all about cooking and stirring and baking, there were days where cooking was the last thing she wanted to do. Days wh...

M y trip to Algeria was about spending time with my family and friends, soaking up the sun, the blue sky and the sea; introducing my daughte...

I wake up every morning in my bedroom, where I have my orange painted closet, my teenage books, my grandparents’ old wireless radio and som...

M y first year of college was spent 80 miles away from home, sharing a 170 sq ft room (16sq m) with my older sister, two metal beds, one noi...

I didn’t mean to be away from my blog. I didn’t mean to leave you starring at this olive and chicken tagine , which started to go bad, for ...

O h June! I didn’t know you had such a hot temper. First you came with open arms and roses and candle lighted dinners on the deck. You we...

L ess than a year ago, when we moved into our new house , I made a wish. I walked my daughter to the hallway of our house and made a wish: I...

I had my first pickled beets about a few months ago at the local fruit market, and I instantly fell in love with them. They were on a tray ...

W hen I was about four-year old, I used to wear glasses. I had a slight squint (my siblings used to all me cross-eyed). I used to go to t...

I don’t remember which one came first: cooking, or the words that came with the recipes. My mother had a small collection of pocket size Fr...

T his soup is what helped us, my husband and I, from starving this past weekend after we had a stomach bug. You don’t know how important it ...

T wenty-four years, nine months and ten days. This is how much it took me to find out that beets can be roasted and are better than boiled ...

A s I am typing this, the sun is playing hide and seek with the clouds, and me. Some snow flurries were chased away by the wind this morning...

W hen I was thirteen, I started writing recipes in an agenda that my father had given me. The agenda wasn’t my favorite. When I think about ...