It would not be an exaggeration to say that Food52, that catch all for recipes, products, cooking hacks and wonderful food-related essays, has helped get me through the pandemic (really). So I am beyond thrilled to have an essay and recipe (!!) up on the site today.
This one is about the homemade cookbook my sister made me when I graduated from college, the book that helped make me a mother. Somehow *everyone* ended up in this one — my sister, parents, aunts, uncles, friends in Vienna and Brooklyn, which feels especially sweet. I miss them all so, so much.
I wrote a gazillion thank you notes and cooked religiously (or that’s what it felt like) for a month. Then I wrote about it all for The Forward. (And if you haven’t gotten yours yet, it’s coming! I promise!) This is my manifesto against ambition.
Hi, loves! As many of you know, I started a Tiny Letter weekly newsletter a few months ago. I’ve been loving it so much — writing them each and every week, hearing back from you, being in touch with so many readers — that I’ve decided to devote more time and energy to it.
Sooooo, I started a Patreon account! This means that — if the spirit moves you, and you are able — you can help support this labor of love with a tiny bit of monetary support. There’s only one level of donation: $3/month, which is less than the cost of a latte. The letter will continue to be free and available to all — just think of it like NPR! Always free. Always grateful for the backing. Artists appreciate your support to do our work.
If you haven’t yet signed up, what are you waiting for? I’d love to have you. And if you have, tell a friend, won’t you? You can read more about what I’m doing here.
Is there a chance in hell that I could be more excited to have my first piece up on Epicurious(!)? No fucking way.
It is not an understatement to say that baking kept me from going nuts when my baby was born. And as anyone who’s had my banana bread/chocolate chip cookies/scones/granola thrust upon them–and I do mean thrust–already knows, it still does, and my baby is no longer a baby (sobsobsobsobsob). What is it about baking that is so soothing, so life-affirming, so, well, joyful?
Read on to find out. Then please, please share your favorite recipes with me.