I’m an old soul. That’s what my mom tells me.

Fact is, I just like old stuff. Is that what that means? hmmm…

let’s talk television.

I love reruns. I don’t have a T.V. but when i did, oh child, you best believe that i watched me some Nick at Night. The Brady Bunch, the Jetsons, I Dream of Genie, Dick Van Dyke Show, Bewitched, Laverne and Shirley. Gah, so great. so old timey.

Let’s talk (these girls.)

They have a certain something that just makes you wanna feather your hair, get your nails done did, and listen to sage wisdom from a sassy waitress at a coffee shop that sounds… well, like a coffee shop. Filled with the tinkling and clatter of REAL cups, the pouring of black coffee, the smells of hot danish. Oh boy.

p.s. remember twin pops?

Back in the day, there was texture, and (weird) color, and food molds, and hilarious slang. I suppose this is what they call “the proverbial vintage train”. Whatevs. Punch my ticket. I’m going to there….

FIRST STOP–60’s “space age” domestic technologies. For instance, any thing with an “o-matic” or “3000” at the end of its name, sign me up. So. Damn. Delightfully. Tacky.

My mother, bless her, lived through this time for real. It was the seventies. She was in her twenties. There were automatic vacuum sealers, and egg cookers, and Slice’n’Dicer’s all up everywhere. She was 23 living in Boston. (Spooky) She liked to have friends over for crepes.

Totes classy.

so She purchased this.

Behold!!!! The crepe ‘o’ matic. It has a light that tells ya when to dunk, and when its done! (not making that up.)

This is my new favorite family heirloom.

It still works great, and gets SO hot, SO quickly that if you aren’t careful it just might kill you. Serious. I think it could melt all your skin away.

My mother gifted me this precious Crepe o matic and I moved it the 3000 miles back to Boston so it could make crepes here once more.

That’s just what i did. *Pro Tip-when the recipe says to let the batter settle. LET THE BATTER SETTLE! air bubbles in your batter are bad news.  It will leave all the turtlenecked clad gentlemen at your party sad faced. ye be warned…

Crepe-o-matic Crepes:

1c. flour

2 tsp. sugar

1/4 tsp salt

1 1/2 c. milk

1/2 tsp. vanilla

2 eggs, lightly beaten

1. T melted butter

Combine the dry ingredients in a bowl. Add wet ingredients and whisk together until well combined. Let the batter sit in the fridge for 1 HOUR, or up to ONE DAY.

Heat a nonstick skillet ( or your Crepe-o-Matic) and spread a large spoonful of batter in the middle, working quickly so that the batter evenly coats the pan. Work quickly so it doesn’t cook thicker in places. Using a rubber spatula, flip crepe over. Place in a warm oven, about 200 degrees, covered with a damp paper towel.

fill with ricotta cheese, drizzle with maple syrup, top with goat cheese, or strawberry jam, or chocolate, or cheesy chicken sauce, or ham and spinach. Eat them with your hands, standing over the stove, listening to “Love-train”. I guarantee it will be a tremendous moment in your life.

When your evening has the potential to smell like Twister and Old Spice, you know you’re living right.




p.s. More pictures!

harvard.river walksun sets on the Charlesrobin blue espresso cups boo radley? yes.

a butterfly chillin on my laundry. props to Mrs. Meyers. #blossomsoapchampion

Summertime and the Livin’ is easy…

Right now the world is chock-a-bock full of blooming flowers, budding trees, and blog posts about springtime. Here in Boston, we made the leap straight to summer. oh lordy, this town wastes no time. It’s already 80 degrees and counting.

At least i’m new to it, so i’ve romanticized it to be this glorious, humid, buzzing, breezy thing. We’ll see how long i can ride that out…

But on the real, i love this time of year. I never thought anything would top summer as a kid;   school was done, swim team started, and we spent our days drinking out of hoses, dreaming about fireworks, and crawdad fishing. But then i experienced summer as a (kinda)grown-up; bluegrass concerts, light beers, sailing, suppers cooked out of doors, lazy records spinning, gardening, lemonade drinking, and lawn games.  True sun-soaked bliss.

Summer also means copious amounts of Mexican food. Reasons: 1.) its delicious 2.) its refreshing/spicy/delicious 3.) it is delicious cold or hot 4.) quick/cheap/delicious

(c’mon, do i really need to convince you?)

I love making Chimicurri sauce for all my Latin favorites. Traditionally, chimichurri is like a spicy parsley pesto. But i like to make mine with half cilantro and half parsley. You also add a ton of garlic, chilis, and lime. AY YAY YAY!!! so good.

I put it on everything- eggs, hashbrowns, tacos, sandwiches, fresh salads, crackers, mangoes, tuna, what have you! This sauce is terribly versatile. Like Catherine Zeta Jones. It is timeless, like Otis Redding. It is nostalgic, like the kids in the Sandlot. or something.

It also keeps this electric green color, which is exciting. Because it makes your feel like you’re eating a little bit of danger, a little bit of mystery, and a whole metric ton of awesome.  Like that one “Are You Afraid of the Dark?” episode where the restaurant serves of the green soup made from people’s Terror. #goosebumpscrazy


Happy Summer Lovin’ y’all! here are some pics from my days…


On the books for this month here @ the Jolly Appetite: specialty S’mores, delicious cocktails, a little feature i’m calling “Farmer’s Market Feast” where i make a whole meal from what i get on Saturdays. (this last week i made an ENTIRELY LOCAL clam linguine. it was soooo good).


Life Slice

Hello. i am here. i am sorry.

absenteeism is never an attractive thing. I can’t believe i left you hanging for so long.

So to make up for it, here is a bushle of photos of my two weeks (already!) in the city. Image



Some factoids of fun include:

1.) i live in a Portuguese Neighborhood. I went to a Portuguese surprise party. i ate octupus stew. it was delicious.

2.) Public Transportation is crazy. in an awesomely hilarious crazy person watching kind of way.

3.) I got a library card

4.) i live down the block from a record store

5.) i am prone to bakery blackouts

6.) I can smell the sea everywhere

7.) i forgot how much i miss hearing gulls in the morning

8.) the DMV is in China town. Hot Pot and Dim Sum are ALSO in China town. i consider this a consolation prize

9.) My farmer’s market has piping hot Cider Donuts, sticky with cinnamon and sugar. they are glorious

10.) baking at sea level is SO much easier

11.) i hosted a Seder dinner at my house for passover. so much fun. so much wine. oy vay…

12.) there is a chocolate factory in my neighborhood. they hosted a beer and chocolate tasting. i think i found the promise land…

12.) everyday is an adventure, gettin better, keepin real.

13.) Boston accents are hilarious. sassy, aggressive, and absurd. Bless. It.

14.) Simon and Garfunkle are kings. i am also going to a Trampled by Turtles concert next week. yeah!

15.) this list is terribly unorganized. i apologize.

16.) i totally wish you were here