Nanny never wrote down recipes. And it wouldn't have mattered if she did; I didn't pay attention to what went into her meals -- it was the delicious end result that was my only concern. So now I've tried my best to recreate her simple, Calabrese dishes.
When walking down Fifth Avenue by Madison Square Park there is a plethora of amazing eats. How will you ever choose? I can help aid in this huge life decision by suggesting ilili -- a contemporary Lebanese restaurant harmonized with the best of Mediterranean cuisine.
You name it, and I ate it. And I would like to believe by the grace of my genes and unchanging teen jeans' size, I still managed to resemble a knobby-kneed colt. Until I realized something was wrong. You see, whoever came up with that saying "you are what you eat" was right.
Until Marcella Hazan published her instantly classic cookbook, you went to a restaurant that featured Northern Italian cooking, had a meal that was destined for your top ten list, and returned home with a nagging question: This is simple food. Why can't I cook like this?