‘Tis the season to paint the town orange, apparently, and frankly I feel like I am being pummeled by one giant pumpkin every time I leave the house.  To my right is a pumpkin-infused this, to my left is a pumpkin-flavored that, and straight ahead is a mound of pumpkins in the flesh, begging to … Continue Reading

Bubba said, “Shrimp is the fruit of the sea.”  Lindsay says: “By golly, truer words have never been spoken!” However, Bubs, I believe you were a bit negligent when you detailed different shrimp dishes for Forrest (“Dey’s uh, shrimp kabobs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried…”).  In the four days that you droned on … Continue Reading

Check out this Wall Street Journal article about the splash that Peruvian cuisine is making in the world food scene! To further entice you, here are some pics of Peruvian food I have recently consumed.

Yeah, I just used a redundant negative like that.  What can I say?  I’m a rebel without a cause.  Who happens to like quinoa.  A LOT. Have you met quinoa?  If not, please allow me the honor of introducing the two of you.  This, my friend, is quinoa (or quinua, in Spanish):

As a follow-up to my Father’s Day entry, I am posting two recipes that I learned from my dad, both of which have become Light family classics.  People get irrationally irritated if these aren’t present at our family gatherings, and when I say “people,” I obviously mean me.

As promised in my last entry, here is my favorite cupcake recipe. Mexican Hot Cocoa Cupcakes with Peanut Butter Icing This recipe makes about 24 cupcakes.  The sour cream keeps them moist and the chili powder adds an unexpected but delicious kick to the cake.  I made them again last week and in the spirit … Continue Reading

“It matters because food matters, and because the stories that are served with food matter.  These stories bind our family together, and bind our family to others.  Stories about food are stories about us- our history and our values.  Within my family’s Jewish tradition, I came to learn that food serves two parallel purposes: it … Continue Reading

However shall I paint it? I suppose it’s only appropriate to start from the beginning: June 12, 1982, my DOB.  Like other babies, I mingled with the occasional mashed banana, experimented with liquefied chicken and rice, and flirted with my fair share of smashed sweet potatoes. And sometimes, I ate cake/smeared it on my face. … Continue Reading