I grew up not eating eggs. Scrambled eggs were literally the only way I would consume them. No deviled eggs, no sunny side up, no egg salad, no nothing. I suppose it was a texture thing (the runniness) and a smell thing (the sulfur odor). My mother would often cook my grandfather fried eggs at … Continue reading Learning to Love the Fried Egg
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Hello followers! You may have noticed a few changes around the blog. Most importantly, I've changed the name! A Southern Girl's Guide To New York was always the name I had floating around in my head since the conception of this blog one summer afternoon on the way home from Coney Island. I wasn't able … Continue reading Hiram’s Roadstand
The glorious implications of French food, despite all grand visions of Julia Child in her kitchen whipping up a beef bourguignon, my mind always comes back to escargot. Some TV show of my youth most likely pushed the stereotype of French food = escargot into my brain and there it has remained. I'm usually a … Continue reading Trying Escargot at Sage Bistro Moderne
I've had a serious case of the winter blues and homesickness off and on for a few months now. The holidays help a little, but being away from my family and friends brought me back down a little. However, this week I'm feeling a burst of motivation and positivity from the dawning of a new … Continue reading When Spring Has Sprung
Before the weather got too chilly here on Long Island, the family Pusterla and I made venture out east to one of the North Fork's famous vineyards. We went to Martha Clara Vineyards and made a day of enjoying Long Island's agricultural heritage with the adorable animals at the vineyard and a bottle of wine. It … Continue reading Martha Clara Vineyards
If I haven't made it evident thus far, I'm obsessed with food. I think about what I'm going to eat constantly, usually at the close of a meal my mind is already asking, "What am I going to eat next?" I'm sure this is partly evolutionary, as my ancestors must have been very concerned with … Continue reading My NYC Food Wish List
