Savory Baked Oatmeal Skillet

Savory Baked Oatmeal Skillet with Spinach & Bacon

That’s right, oatmeal!

OK you guys, here’s the deal. After giving oatmeal a serious trash-talking in this post last month, I felt kind of bad. Because, let’s be honest, is it oatmeal’s fault that I dislike it so much every time I eat it? Or is it maybe mine for not figuring out how to prepare it in a way that I will actually enjoy? As much as I hate to admit it, I think it might be the latter. And so, after acknowledging my own shortcomings, I set out on a mission. A mission to make oatmeal that I would actually enjoy. And I succeeded. Mega big time.

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Asparagus & Greek Yogurt Custard Galette
with Pickled Mustard Seeds & Lemon Zest

Asparagus, Cauliflower, & Greek Yoghurt Custard Galette

Do you ever have those weeks when you feel like the biggest, most accident-prone lummox alive? Those weeks when you think, “I’m going to stay right here, inside my house, and maybe just right in this chair, until I’m feeling safe enough to be around people and stuff again”? For me, last week was one of those weeks.

It all began two Sundays ago, when E and I returned from visiting NY for our Dad’s birthday. After a four hour car ride and a trip to the grocery store immediately upon returning home because I was starving, and there was no food to be eaten, all I wanted to do was put on some comfy pants and kick back with a glass of wine. If you’re a regular reader, you may remember me mentioning the overflowing dresser drawers in my closet a couple weeks ago. Being difficult to close, these drawers often just remain open, thanks to my laziness. Also, my closet (which can be referred to as a walk-in closet in only the most literal sense, as one can indeed talk a few steps into it) does not contain a working light. I’d run my shoulder into an open drawer a couple of times and thought, “ow, I should really close these more.” But on Sunday, as I went barreling into my dark closet, reaching down to grab comfy things from a bottom compartment, it was my face that made contact with the corner of an open drawer.

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Inside-Out Ravioli

Inside-Out Ravioli

I, as a child, was an absurdly picky eater. I have alluded to this on occasion, but I’ve held back on detailing my full blown neurosis for quite some time. Let’s discuss.

The first few minutes of my dinner were devoted to inspection. I would sift through and overturn every single thing on my plate, searching for a rogue onion that might have managed to latch onto my special, onion-free latke, or any other suspect ingredients that my mother might be trying to sneak by me. She once cut up pear slices and tried to pass them off as apples. I had none of that. She also once forgot to separate out my special latke before adding onions to the mixture, and served it to me convinced that I wouldn’t notice. YEAH RIGHT, MOM. You know those teeny tiny mushroom bits in Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup? I’d pick all of them out of my tuna noodle casserole before I’d even take a bite of it. My food could not touch other food. My orange juice always had to be strained. (Pulp-free orange juice is a MYTH people — it always needs to be strained. I still hate pulp. Blech.)

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Veggie Quinoa Breakfast Bowl

There are times when magical things are created out of desperation. When a lack of the usual ingredients leads to the unearthing of dusty jars and bottles buried in the depths of cupboards or stored on the highest shelves. Sniffing and tasting lead to modest, then less modest additions, followed by a dash of this and that, until a perfect balance is achieved. The end result is a new, inspiring dish. A reminder that creating food for yourself and others is an amazing, empowering experience.

And then there are the days when I eat oatmeal.

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Baked Potatoes with Ricotta, Swiss Chard, & Toasted Garlic

OK guys, I’m going to be honest with you. This post isn’t about the potatoes. Those delicious little buttery-salty-peppery guys with their crispy skins were merely an afterthought. A vehicle to contain something I discovered yesterday, very much by accident.

It all started when I told my parents that I’d make ravioli for dinner. (Wait, let me back up a second — I’m in NY again for a couple days. My mom is doing great [and even going back to work next week!]. I’m just here because I love my childhood dentist and my hometown mechanic, and will therefore drive four hours to see either of them. That’s less crazy if I’m combining visits to both into the same trip, right?)

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