‘Tis a Wed-nes-day For Sure

I’ve never forgotten how to spell ‘Wednesday’, thanks to my very first English teacher, Father Patrick: Wed Nes Day. I still say it in my head whenever I write it out. Clearly, today is a very Wed Nessy Day. It could be the way I slept. It could be the fact that my body is…

Breakfast Tomatoes with Basil

My great Italian mother once speculated that tomato sauce flows through my veins in place of blood. I still believe her. I can eat an entire pint of cherry tomatoes by myself, and have done so several times while walking home from the grocery store when I lived in Minneapolis. I.love.tomatoes! These babies are lightly…

Crabmeat and Cheddar Frittata with Eggwhites

A lot of baking goes down in this house, so it was nothing out of the ordinary when I opened up the fridge the other day and saw a two quart mason jar full of liquidly smooth egg whites staring me in the face. Blame my sister, the master baker. I of course, in true…