Overnight oats with coconut, almond, and cacao.

If you had been in my kitchen at 6 o’clock this morning, you might have seen me sneak in in my socks, pull down a tub of shredded coconut from my cupboard, and go at it with a spoon for a minute or two (or ten). This is the kind of thing that I do […]

A salad for spring.

Guys. It’s here. It’s happened. It’s spring! Well, sort of. You see, I woke up yesterday morning to this great mess: Yep, Cambridge, once again, all frosty and white, slushy and miserable. I was determined to make the best of it and, despite the snow not magically turning into daffodils at the stroke of midnight […]

Peanut butter: A love story.

  I just Googled “peanut butter addiction.” Yes, that’s right. I have a problem. A couple of weeks ago, after polishing off yet another jar of the stuff (with a spoon, as usual), I decided to institute a strict Jar-Of-The-Month Nut Butter Initiative. What does this mean? At the beginning of each month, I am […]

Zucchini: A manifesto.

Zucchini is one of those vegetables that, when it comes to be in season, it comes to be very much in season. For this reason (among others), it is our bad luck that it’s not currently July. But, no matter. When I want zucchini, I find a way to eat zucchini. Thank you very much.

Overnight oats with chia, pumpkin, and cacao.

I have a tendency to be a little big-hearted about things. A little fixed. A little passionate. My family has always called it “opinionated,” which I have come to learn (through my interaction with people who aren’t required to love me, as my family is so required) is really a vehemence, a rabid and furious […]

Carrot, the Comeback Kid.

  When we lived in our little brown house on Monticello Drive, we had a family vegetable garden. I didn’t realize it then, but now I know that it was amazing. I suppose it was your standard spread, but everything grew big and in abundance: buckets of round, ruby-red cherry tomatoes, zucchini the size of […]

Worship: A scone story.

When I was very little, my family sometimes went to church on Sunday mornings. It was a Catholic church, and that was kind of weird. I still have some small memories of those trips to the old Saint Matthias on Boston Post Road. High, vaulty ceilings, the stained-glass faces of saints, a little old lady […]