Slow Cooked Beans

I've tried recipes from the food sections of many newspapers over the years, and sadly I've been disappointed more often than not.  But the New York Times is a newspaper that rarely disappoints.  Their recipes are interesting, creative, and most importantly, delicious.  Last August, I read a NYT article by Samin Nosrat, who first learned about the process of slow cooking vegetables while working as an apprentice at a restaurant outside of Florence.  I was intrigued by her slow cooked beans recipe for a number of reasons.  First because I tend to just barely cook through my vegetables, so the idea of cooking a pot of vegetables for hours was entirely new to me. And second because the only green beans I ever ate as a child came from the frozen food section, which may explain why I don't serve them for dinner very often.  Read more.

Spaghetti and Meatballs

I love routines.  They're just so comfortable.  Growing up, we had many food routines... pizza with birch beer every Friday night; spaghetti and meatballs (or a variant such as lasagna) every Sunday at noon; we even had pancakes or waffle ice cream sandwiches every Sunday night (for dinner, not dessert!).  Waffle ice cream sandwiches for dinner was one of those wonderful but crazy traditions that went against everything I thought a meal was supposed to be as a child.  But regardless of how amazing waffles and ice cream sounds, it still wasn't my favorite dinner of the week.  My two favorites will always be pizza and spaghetti and meatballs.  Read more.

Onion-Garlic Tortilla Stackers

Whenever I serve this appetizer at dinner parties, people ask for the recipe.  In fact, one time when I served my onion-garlic tortilla stackers at a party a few years ago, they disappeared so quickly that one woman only ate half of hers, hiding the remaining half in a corner of the kitchen counter so she could save it for a guest who hadn't arrived yet.  My sister Louise pointed the unfinished appetizer out and asked me if I thought the woman was done, because if so, she was ready to finish it off without a moment's hesitation.  Read more.

Spanakopita

I had only recently graduated from college when one of my high school friends, Stacy, brought homemade Spanakopita to a party.  It was the first time I ever tasted Spanakopita, or for that matter, phyllo dough.  I don't remember much from that party, but what I do remember is how much my boyfriend and I loved the Spanakopita.  That boyfriend soon became my husband, and we still love Spanakopita to this day. 

About fifteen years ago, I had Spanakopita at Cousin Jennie's house.  She was my father's first cousin, but she was more like his aunt because she and my grandfather, Vito, grew up together like siblings.  When Vito was 11, his mother died and then the following year, Vito's father, Domenico, moved back to Italy, leaving Vito with Italia, one of Vito's older sisters.  This picture was taken the last time Vito saw his father.   Read more.