Have you ever been to one of those parties where you leave talking about the food? This has happened to me on numerous occasions: homemade caramel popcorn on movie night, bacon-wrapped dates at book club, and a cucumber and tomato…
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In my eyes, my dad can do anything. He is the mechanic, the cook, the driver, and—my favorite—the storyteller. When I was little, I loved those long family car rides where my mom and sisters would nod off to sleep, and I would stay…
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Psst… have you heard of Boston’s first cookbook authors gathering and food festival, the Readable Feast? This wonderful event is honoring local cookbook authors, including our very own Maggie Battista! And her cookbook, Food Gift Love, is a contender for the 2016 People’s…
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Maybe it’s the turn of seasons in the air because multiple life changes occurred among my trusty troupe of friends in just a few weeks: the newly-minted grandmother; the very-soon-to-be mother; first-time homeowners; and the recently engaged, graduated, or hired.…
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Too many spots. It was an unspoken rule. When the bananas had too many spots they were turned into banana bread. No matter the kitchen – my mother’s, my aunt’s, my grandmother’s – the bananas were, without question, carefully separated…
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After hearing flowers can improve one’s emotional wellness, I increased the frequency in which I brought home a bouquet with my groceries. Throughout the week, I would spot the vase of flowers atop the kitchen table, and suddenly my day grew brighter and better. Ya…
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As a child, I bought ice cream from my neighborhood ice cream truck every week. I would hand the ice cream man four quarters for a cool summer treat, but I always felt like I got more out of the exchange…
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We want to hear from you! Have you whipped up a food gift from Maggie’s cookbook, Food Gift Love? Perhaps, you filled your pantry with sea salts and jam or brought a spirited cordial to a potluck. Have you gifted chocolate-dipped spoons? Or made…
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I have yet to master the art of keeping fresh produce in a household of one. Thankfully, there is always baking to the rescue. One particular afternoon, a bowl of shiny, red apples stared at me from the kitchen table, begging to be eaten before…
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