Recipes – Page 7 – The Well-Cooked Life

This is what is known in the food industry as a shitload of zucchini. Oh, it’s not that much you

Tips for a quiet Sunday morning: Wake up while everyone else is still asleep (hooray for jet-lag!). Make coffee and

Why oh why would one have congealed meat products with ice cold bread with plastic cheese and frozen salad when

We leave for Italy tonight. Will I be writing and posting from there? Yes, provided the elves who control my

In the food-as-modern-scultpure category, garlic scapes win first place. Green in shades from lightest to moss, twisted as witches fingers,

Nothing says Summer Fun for kids like a raw beet salad, right? Wrong. But this does not mean I won’t

I say no a lot. No you may not have ice cream, no you may not paint the dog, no

The email arrives as these things do, out of the blue for the one on the receiving end. I read,

Father’s Day starts early this year with six-year-old Daniel deciding to serve breakfast in bed to his dad. Sounds idyllic

Oven S’mores & A Hairy Beast

Inevitably, the subject of pets comes up at various points – college, for example, or pre-school parent chit chat or

My mom took Julia, age 7, and her friend Sally for the afternoon. They played make-believe, ate tuna salad and

This summer we’re going back to my dad’s house in Italy. It is there where we lose track of the

I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: mess is fine by me. I like a tidy house but

I go through phases of buying coffee. Most of the time, I’m too frugal to treat myself to a 3$

Quick Radish Pickles & Recovery

By now you might know that something very bad happened to one of my kids this year. He’s 9 and

Miso Collard Greens & Making Out

Before I had ever kissed anyone, I figured liplock would be similar to the long, sunset-hued sessions on The Love

Yes, I wrote about deep dish cornbread yesterday. But the bright yellow cornmeal called out to me again and the

My best friend is from Indiana. She grew up in a tiny town and got kicked off the cheer squad

Parenting makes you grow. It makes you love more than you thought possible. It also makes you say sentences that

My husband’s grandma died a few weeks ago. She escaped Germany in 1938 with a fur hat, a determination to