Taking notes along the way
I like saying it over and over again. It sounds like the name of a character in a Russian fairy tale. It’s not, though. It’s a roasted eggplant-garlic mash-up of Levantine origin. The first baba ganoush I ever ate was a horrible jarred concoction from the supermarket, and I do mean horrible. With a capital Read More …
Mayonnaise, to be exact. I don’t use mayonnaise that often–one of those small jars lasts me for months. But I was in the middle of making some tuna salad today and realized I’d none at all. I considered making do with Dijon mustard, lemon juice, and herbs, then thought, why not make it from scratch? I’d often thought about Read More …