No-Bake Cinnamon Cheesecakes For Two

No-Bake Cinnamon Cheesecakes For Two (via thepigandquill.com) #grainfree #sweets #dessert

Instagram tells me that I promised this recipe would make an appearance two weeks ago. If I had my shit together, I’d pretend that, instead, I held onto it a little longer so I could eek out some excuse to bring you cheesecake on Pi Day — I firmly believe that cheesecake shares more in common with pie than cake, don’t you? it’s the crust! the crust!!! — but then I’d have to also talk my way around the fact that these little pots of creamy, no-bake bliss are actually, ahem, crustless, and BAM! we’d find ourselves in the middle of one big, fat, run-on sentence lie. So. In keeping with my very favorite theme of telling it like it is: two weeks ago I made these babes during Lana’s nap, devoured both of them before Chris got home (perhaps while bawling over Nashville with my bald head snuggly swathed in a baby blanket, perhaps not). And then played blog hookey for fourteen days, during which time we hosted loads of lovely and helpful houseguests, battled a few sniffles and bore witness to Nick Viall’s seriously questionable wardrobe of Finnish knitwear. No regrets. I mean, certainly there are regrets to … Read More

Rosemary Olive Oil Cake with Meyer Lemon Glaze (GF)

Rosemary Olive Oil Cake with Meyer Lemon Glaze (Gluten-Free) (via thepigandquill.com) #baking #sweets #bundt

Hey lovers! I’m here! I’m practically bald! I’m making and eating cake! It’s Valentine’s Day! Truth be told, the last couple of weeks were rough. I, it seems, am the complete opposite of a chemo badass. Rather, I’m a chemo wimp. A chemo wuss. A chemo weenie. I wouldn’t wish that shit on my worst enemy. Trump administration included. IT’S THAT GNARLY.  Given all of that, Chris, it seems, is saint of all saints. I know I’ve sung his praises before, but there’s nothing like seeing your better half at their absolute.freaking.lowest and still being everything you’d be when they’re at their best. Yes, in sickness and health, I know. I also know that shit is 100% theoretical. This shit is real life. And Chris has been present and mindful and whatever the word is for when every fiber of your being is dragging you under and the very presence of your person keeps the surface in sight. If we celebrate nothing else this Valentine’s Day, it’s that I chose right. Ah yes, and cake. This cake is a (very subtle) adaptation of the Easy Olive Oil Cake in my friend Kelly’s new book Superfood Weeknight Meals, and it’s the ideal not-too-sweet sweet for … Read More

Creamy Hummus Soup with Crispy Soyrizo Gremolata (Vegan)

Creamy Hummus Soup with Crispy Soyrizo Gremolata (Vegan) (via thepigandquill.com)

Like so many recipes that find their way to this space, this soup was a happy accident. A well-meaning attempt (and I do mean well-meaning, as not a corner was cut!) at Kenji Lopez-Alt’s intriguing Israeli hummus recipe — more on what makes it so intriguing later — watered down, quite literally, into a slurpable meal worthy of your soup spoon. Too many times I’ve daintily tucked pita into a creamy bowl of restaurant hummus while every fiber of my being screams good lord woman, eating it by the oversized spoonful is the clear winner of all ideas ever! And too many times, apparently, I’ve bump-on-a-logged it, afraid of what my dining companions, or — sin of all sins! — the doler-outter-of-pitas — might think. Because I will admit: when pita is good, it’s responsible for at least half the splendor. But when hummus is good. When hummus is this good. It needs not the company of pillowy fillers. Indeed, it’s a treat to behold all on its scoopable, spoonable own. As suggested, the basis for this recipe is Kenji Lopez-Alt’s Israeli hummus, which claims to turn out that super creamy, whippy-textured hummus available almost exclusively in restaurants or at scary New York deli counters but without all the … Read More

Flourless Persimmon Cake with Black Pepper-Molasses Date Caramel (DF/GF)

Flourless Persimmon Cake with Black Pepper-Molasses Date Caramel (DF/GF) (via thepigandquill.com)

Thank you so kindly for the dramatic outpouring of support I received here and across social media following my last post. While I’ve been a bit delinquent about responding to comments and messages, it’s only because your generous gestures have left me without adequate words. ♥ I’ve thought a lot over the past few weeks about how to start this blog post. In the wake of my last post, I’ve experienced no shortage of heart-warming gestures of love, support and generosity, any of which would make a fine anecdote with which to kick off this recipe for wintry spice cake. If you fancy yourself a writer (as I sometimes dare to), you may relate to the giddy elation that occurs when, mid-shampoo, words you’ve been struggling with begin to rise from within — coaxed forth by the similarly rising steam, or perhaps the safe anonymity of the fogged-over mirrors — only to find they’ve retreated when you finally make time to put pen to paper (finger to keyboard) too many long moments later. It’s not that I intended to go this long without checking in, but after the first few false starts, it started to feel a little forced. So today. Tonight. Without poetry or … Read More

Pigtales 05: On Thankfulness + News

Family Photography by Kait Miller

Pigtales is a glimpse at the going-ons that take place (mostly) outside of the P&Q kitchen. Baby stuffs, things I love, general musings and other tales from my life as a momma, wife and semi-professional goofball. I wanted to share this post before the holiday. Wait, scratch that. I wanted to share this post a month ago — on Monday, October 24th, to be exact. The day that, as Lana and I were driving home from ballet, singing Five Little Monkeys for at least the twenty-fifth time and cursing the already setting sun, I received the phone call telling me I had breast cancer. I was shell-shocked. Dumbfounded. Numb. I mean, once I stopped the car and got Lana into the house, I was a snotfaced, convulsing mess. But aside from that first tidal wave of emotion (which was triggered by the singular thought that if I die, Lana won’t remember me), I kind of entered a silent zombie mode, punctuated every so often by a spoken aloud what in the actual fuck. Fifteen days later, the electoral college determined that Donald Trump would be our next president. It was a rough couple of weeks, you guys. But here’s the … Read More

Ultimate Fall Chopped Salad with Honeyed Tangerine-Turmeric Vinaigrette

Ultimate Fall Chopped Salad with Honeyed Tangerine-Turmeric Vinaigrette (via thepigandquill.com) #vegetarian #vegan #dairyfree

There are no new words to communicate how quickly this holiday season came upon us. There are even fewer words to relay how unprepared I am for the coming days of packing, travel and stretchy pants. And the internet knows far more than me about how to put your best bird forward, so I’ll spare you my attempt. Instead, as has become habit of late, I’ll keep things on the short side (I’m actually working on a new pigtales piece that will exhaust whatever vocabulary I leave on the table in this post) and just drop this most colorful salad into your laps. Something to brighten what can often be an otherwise beige holiday table. Or something to greet you on the other side of decidedly beige weekend. (To be clear: beige in these references is not necessarily a bad thing. Gravy knows no bounds, and rightly so.) I’ve so named this salad ultimate fall based on the foundation components, alone, but the dressing is truly something to behold, so I’ll start there. A hefty dose of turmeric, given away by the dressing’s beckoning golden hue, meets honey (or maple syrup), freshly squeezed tangerine juice, plenty of black pepper and just enough apple … Read More

Coconut Red Curry Sweet Potato Bisque (Dairy-Free)

Coconut Red Curry Sweet Potato Bisque recipe (via thepigandquill.com) #dairyfree

Phew. What a weird week, huh? Chances are, if you live in the US, the past couple of days have been a trip. An SNL sketch that has gone on and on, until you’re starting to feel more than just a little uncomfortable for the actors. And I say this not as a woman or a parent or a proponent of preserving love and withholding judgement — though I am all of those things. I say this an American. And I think that, regardless of which way you voted, you probably feel the same. Things got a little circus-y. Or more fittingly, we let things get a little circus-y. And now it’s time to take down the tent, shovel up the elephant shit, and act like grown-ups. To the best of our ability. Also, pretty sure elephants aren’t allowed in the circus anymore, but you get me. It was that or a Tim McGraw reference. Let’s talk about soup. Soup is, for me (as I’m sure it is for many of you) the very near epitome of comfort food — bested only, perhaps, by potatoes in any iteration. It makes sense, then, that soup largely comprised of potatoes is as close as … Read More

Slow-Cooker Pumpkin Curry Beef Stew

Slow-Cooker Pumpkin Curry Beef Stew recipe (via thepigandquill.com)

If you have any penchant for food blogs at all, you know Cynthia. She’s the quiet, quasi-anonymous beauty behind Two Red Bowls. The kind of writer who uses just enough big words to make you feel a little shy about your own prose while keeping everything warm and casual and best-friendy. A food-styling sensation. And creator of such culinary masterpieces as these beautifully storied umami-bombed noodles; these temptingly grabbable (steamed) buns; and this nostalgic Korean stew that is topped with not one but three of my favorite post-war convenience foods: spam, hotdogs and American cheese. (I die.) If you’ve been reading along in this space for a bit, you might remember when Cynthia popped in with bacony tomato soup and sammies (the bacon being in both the soup AND the sammies, because we are clearly of the same mind) when Chris and I first welcomed Lana. And if you happen to know Cynthia as a fellow blogger, you know she is famous for leaving the best comments ever — friendly and personal and anecdotal and sweet. In short: she is one magnificent gal, oozing with talent and charm and irresistible appeal and completely humble despite it all. And now she’s a momma! To a … Read More

#Totoroweek Katsudon with Furikake + “No Recipe” Fried Rice

#Totoroweek Katsudon with Furikake + "No Recipe" Fried Rice (via thepigandquill.com) #dairyfree

Oh haiiiii twice in one week mah peebles! (Sorry.) Just checking in quickly today to bring you the (quasi-non) recipe for these little dudes. Typically, katsudon entails a breaded and fried pork cutlet simmered with sautéed onions, soft-set eggs and a simple little sweet-salty sauce over hot rice — and that’s basically what’s going on here, sub baked tonkatsu for fried and garlicky fried rice for plain steamed. I didn’t do it to be confusing, guys. It just turned out that way. OH. And in honor of Steph’s #totoroweek, the katsu cutlets have been stylized into (some admittedly pretty abstract, because #lazy) little totoros – yay! With cheese bellies and nori features borrowed from the hostess, herself. Thanks, girl! There’s rain in the forecast this weekend, so we’re staying in with friends to carve pumpkins, snuggle up with scary movies and brunch on all the things. The perfect little pre-Halloween weekend without the pressure of getting dressed up all slutty or donning a costume that cleverly ties into the presidential election. I’m not saying those are the only two options, but they’re basically the only two options. Unless you count the inevitable #NastyWoman getup, which is kind of a “best of both worlds” … Read More

Savory Pumpkin Cannelloni with Candied Walnuts + Crispy Sage (Dairy-Free)

Savory Pumpkin Cannelloni with Candied Walnuts + Crispy Sage Recipe (via thepigandquill.com) #dairyfree

As I write this, Lana is on the baby cam arranging her bed buddies around the perimeter of her crib, and her baby doll just won’t sit up the way she wants. It’s fascinating to me the way she’ll prop her up, watch her slouch forward, frown, prop her up again, etc., without so much as peep — when I know that, if I were in the room with her, she’d be whining almost instantly for my help. It’s moments like this — little, stalkery episodes where I stand back and admire her persistence or strength (she deadlifted a compost pail full of rocks and carried it across the backyard when I was just out of sight) — that I wonder if my constant presence isn’t a hindrance of sorts. When she comes up against a step and reaches for my hand. When she shoots her arms skyward the moment I walk into her room. (Ut! Ut!) When she pushes her spoon toward me, followed by the oatmeal. Like, you scoop it, mom, not me. I question if all my help is actually hurting her a little, or if she’s just an opportunist. And if it’s the latter, shouldn’t I take advantage? … Read More