tales from suburbia: 6 plates, 3 friends, 1 table.

This past weekend brought me once again to Connecticut. As sad as it makes me to leave city fun behind, sometimes suburbia requires my presence, and this was one of those times. [I did get a good New York evening in on Friday, plus a healthy dose of rainbow when I arrived back late Sunday afternoon.]

One [...]

a simple summer affair for two.

Earlier this week, I had my dear friend Sofia over for a much needed night of girl talk/venting/gossip/general happiness.  There was also, of course, dinner plus wine.

a bottle of tempranillo and a bottle of lambrusco.  um, we drank both.  oops.

Mid-day, I remembered that my refrigerator was sorely lacking.  My attempt to save some [...]

the sophisticated palate. [or, how not to be normal.]

I’ve determined that I am not normal.

Allow me to elaborate.

I was recently walking with a friend and her hungry cousin [he is a fashion design intern/slave, and was therefore overworked and underfed.   As an ex of the fashion industry, I can attest to this truth.]  Said starved cousin spotted White Castle, proclaimed excitement [...]

dad’s day: the art of the at-home brunch.

Originally, my family had made plans for Father’s Day merriment that involved typical excess in the city; however, unexpected circumstances brought my sister and I to Connecticut for the weekend instead.  How to salvage the restaurant foodventures that made up our original celebration of all things Dad?

One word: brunch.

It’s been a while since I’ve cooked [...]

blogiversary.

One year ago today, I took a picture of my dinner, wrote a few sentences, and pressed publish for the world to see.  Yes, today is the whole plate‘s very first birthday.

When I began blogging, I wasn’t exactly sure where it would lead me.  I knew I wanted to write.  I knew I cooked [...]