I write about real recipes, made in a real kitchen, for real people, specifically my two daughters, and husband, Andy, a book editor.
None of the dishes you see here are plated by a team of food stylists or dreamed up in a test kitchen because a focus group determined that, say, turmeric was trending.
Take my crispy fish sandwich. How good does that look? It’s topped with a dilly, spicy, rice-wine-vinegary slaw, and when it’s on the dinner menu, I look forward to it all day. I look forward to making it, and I look forward to telling everyone about it. Sometimes I go to bed still thinking about it. I feel the same way about our favorite Mexican takeout or the prepared lasagna from the old-school Italian specialty shop, or a big bowl of buttered egg noodles when it’s just me standing at the counter by myself, savoring quality alone time with my twitter feed. I felt this way about dinner even when my kids were little, and I had to deconstruct the salmon salad into a thousand separate piles of ingredients so nothing touched. Finishing the day with dinner feels like a little gift I’m giving myself every single day.
And that’s all I hope to accomplish on Dinner: A Love Story: To help you feel this way about dinner, too. To inspire you to cook something, be intentional about it, and, when you can, share it with people you care about.