My nearly two year relationship with an inordinately talented and perfectionist chef turned me from an enthusiastic home cook to a self-conscious one. (I wrote about it over at Serious Eats).
The broken heart remains, but my cooking anxiety has vanished.
I’m back! I’m back!
When my lovely friend Emma from college suggested dinner I said: "My place?"
I owed Emma a meal. When the breakup was still stinging and fresh, my stomach churning constantly and miserably, I traversed the long route to Bed-Stuy for red wine and Mexican comfort food: a sort of lasagna made from tortillas, tomato sauce, winter squash, fresh cheese, and topped with a squeeze of lime and a handful of cilantro. Soul-warming and happy-making and awesome.
Now it was my turn to feed her!
|I adore mushrooms. Photo: Gabriella Opaz|
|I make badass risotto. Photo: Bomee|