It’s October, which means it’s also National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. And while there are countless ways you can contribute to the cause, you may be surprised that partaking in a simply scrumptious four-course dinner is one of them.
Yeah, sure, kale, we know. From salads to popsicles to Beyonce’s T-shirt, kale has seemingly taken over. And I’m bored with it. Or at least I thought I was.
As it gets to be more and more chilly outside, the demand on our tummies for warm, comforting dishes [like this one] is only growing stronger.
This soup is free from dairy and gluten, and the white beans add body and protein without distracting from the rich sweet potato flavor.
When the team at Cooking Light reached out about an initiative they have called, Second Batch, I was all ears. First of all, I la-la-la-love Cooking Light and secondly, this idea is as thoughtful as it is easy to execute.
The comfort of warm silken broth, of mild onion flavor, and fluffy yet textured matzo balls lapping in a full bowl of feel-good soup – I have a long time love affair with this chicken soup for the soul.
There are certain bites of food that get that huminuh-huminuh-huminuh going. AKA every bite of food you eat at the Venice, California eatery, Gjusta. After a leisurely brunch at Gjelina, the mama bear to this bakery/deli iteration, I drove over to the new space – I had a few days home in LA and needed to know what all the fuss was about.
Let’s discuss for a moment, the word “foodie.” A word that for some is a badge of honor, while for others it’s enough to make them groan in annoyance. The naysayers categorize foodies as those who write late night Yelp reviews about pork belly, Instagram every spoonful of their tasting menu, and whose food gets cold because they’re too busy taking pictures of it instead of eating it.
It’s only in recent years that I jumped aboard the whole soft shell crab thing. It’s not that I couldn’t wrap my head around it, or had any aversion to it, because Lord knows I very rarely meet a food group I don’t like – it simply wasn’t for me.
With only one night in DC, I was determined to have a dinner for one that would leave me feeling equal parts satiated and inspired. That’s a tall order – especially on a Monday night where most restaurants are dark.