Here at The Shortlists’ mother den, things can get a little out of control. Annual homeward migrations mean nonstop runs of long, boozy dinners in and out.
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Here at The Shortlists’ mother den, things can get a little out of control. Annual homeward migrations mean nonstop runs of long, boozy dinners in and out.
Maybe you know someone who really has fallen in love over a plate of spaghetti and meatballs or been swept away by an aphrodisiacly absurd chocolate cake. And I’m sure it’s possible.
My idea of the perfect weekend? One with friends spent eating, drinking, drinking and eating with an occasional interruption for a walk on the beach.
One of my favorite things about living in Australia is knowing that as Thanksgiving and the holidays roll around, so will summer. Though I miss autumn in New England for a million reasons – apple picking, foliage, carving pumpkins, Indian summer
I hope you’ve all had a wonderful weekend! We’ve just come back from a graduation party full of over-60s, finger sandwiches and lots and lots of wine
Oh, comfort food! Is there anything more befitting that name than pasta in a creamy, cheesy sauce?
This is going to be short because, for the first time in months, it feels like summer in Sydney, and we’re taking full advantage.
Just as I expected! No dissenters. Not even the pickiest among us has a bone to pick with chocolate pudding and that’s what makes it so great.
Though I’m not entirely convinced these deserve their own post, sometimes the simplest things are the ones you need to be reminded of.
Things are a little hectic around here. It’s almost midnight and there’s a cake in the oven (yes, that one.
Guanciale, pecorino romano, tomato puree, chili flakes, wine, and bucatini: everything you need to make the perfect amatriciana.
I promise this will be my last Actually Squash Cake-related post (for awhile at least), but I think this deserves it’s own post, don’t you?
The first time I had this dish it almost killed me. It was a hot summer night in Rome. Francesco and I were still in the wooing stage of things, and I was still apt to impress him with my taste for fine whiskey (which I hate) and ability to wander museums for loooong stretches (which I don’t possess)
Beets have a bad reputation. Lots of people associate them with their poor, canned brothers or painful childhood dinners involving Polish grandmothers and ultimatums.
In any small town in the southern Italian region of Puglia, you’ll see groups of teenagers, grandmothers and babies, couples young and old
There’s not much to say about this treat except that it’s dangerous. I first had something like it at a mall in Sydney and immediately tried – and failed – to recreate it
These little suckers are probably my favorite holiday appetizer ever. Even more favorite than these. This was also one of the rare things –
Growing up, my family did not do Christmas.