mini meyer lemon cannoli cream tartlets

mini meyer lemon cannoli cream tartlets with honey + chocolate chips | via thepigandquill.com

You guysssszsszzz! Mother’s Day is this weekend!! Somehow that means it’s FREAKING MAY ALREADY. Yikes. And new this year: I totally get to participate in MoDay stuffies as a momma. Yikes Part 2. Or maybe Yay Part 1? Because crudsmugglers, this whole parenting thing is spectacularly spectacular in the full-blown, John Leguizamo-as-The-Magical-Sittar kind of way. It’s at once beautiful and terrifying and easier and harder than I ever imagined and the last two weeks have passed in what I can only describe as a state of quasi-hypnosis. I’ve never been more fixated on another living thing. I’ve never been more fixated on my own boobs. I’ve never had more pride in or respect for the moms in my life. Speaking of moms, this Sunday, The Moms — who, blissfully, are buddies and actually elect to endure things like long car rides together — are making the trek to our place to spoil us with a feast of traditional family-style eats: chicken enchiladas and potato salad for Chris; Chinese sausage fried rice and BBQ pork ribs for me. Boobs for Lana. (Sorry, husband. Gone are the days.) If I can sneak into the kitchen between feedings (that is: stuffing both my own face and … Read More

(10 minute) pear + ricotta crostini with honey + thyme

10-Minute Pear + Ricotta Crostini with Honey + Thyme | the pig & quill | #recipe #thanksgiving #appetizer #snack

So, just to get a few things off the table before I go all (non) recipe on your butts: Spain is RIDICULOUSLY gorgeous. I’d heard all the things about all the cities we’d be visiting, and I went in completely assuming I’d leave with a strong bias toward one or the other, but so far I’ve fallen in love with little bits of Barcelona (the jamón, Gaudi everything, and some of the most excellently executed vegetarian food I’ve had in a while), San Sebastian (pintxos, of course — and the views!) and Madrid (palaces and patatas — what’s not to like??). I’ll do the best I can to get a recap up on the blog in the weeks (ok, let’s be real: months) to come, but if I don’t, I’ve been posting a few snippets on Instagram along the way if you wanna get all caught up. 🙂 UM, how traumatizing is the end of ET? Seriously, my mom is already crying, and if it weren’t for my fear of dabbing this shitty, scratchy hotel toilet paper all over my preciously just-eye-creamed eyes, I’d be right there with her. #foreignTVproblems I ate chicharrones for dinner. Alright, let’s blog about crostini. I kind … Read More

parmesan-ricotta spaghetti squash fritters with crispy fried sage

parmesan-ricotta spaghetti squash fritters with crispy fried sage | the pig & quill | #grainfree #vegetarian #fall #recipe

When we lived in San Luis Obispo — that is, a near lifetime ago, full of workdays ending at 4pm, leisurely evening bike rides and long morning strolls through the quaintest of downtowns (remind me why we left again?) — one of our favorite lazy Saturdays was a drive through the hills of south county, taking the seemingly less-traveled backroads past horse farms and vineyards, through sun-shattered corridors of black oaks, all the way to Pismo Beach. Ok, full disclosure: it’s maybe a 20-minute drive, but as the saying goes, distance — or maybe just time — makes the heart grow fonder, and the nostalgic poet within is apparently wholly smitten with every detail of those carefree jaunts, efficient as they may have been. We’d pass the time at Pismo with a nap on the sand, bread bowls of briny chowder thicker than sausage gravy — and too many instances of me charging down the pier, attempting to sneak up on seagulls and instead reeling with fear when they’d boldly stand their ground. Because apparently I was (um, am?) a hyperactive 9-year-old. At dinner, we’d forego the trendier Pismo dining scene for the comfort of Rosa’s, a homey enclave of heirloom Italian recipes, … Read More

Eggplant-Ricotta Pasta Bake

I’m gonna tell you a story about Chris and eggplant. Here we go: Chris thinks he hates eggplant. End of story. It was a short one. Guess I could have thrown in a twist where you thought, for a second, that he liked eggplant. But come on. I can’t fool you. BUT. Here’s something joyful. Chris eats eggplant kind of a lot. He just doesn’t know it. Or maybe he does and he’s a good sport. I guess that’s the one. He’d be less than stoked if he thought I thought he was a picky eater, because really he’s not. He’s just a guy that knows what he likes. Guess that should make me feel pretty fancy, eh? *Wink* OK! So, here’s how you make someone that doesn’t like eggplant not realize that they don’t love eggplant. Mix it with a crap-ton of cheese and orecchiette pasta and bake it in a pretty skillet. With more cheese on top. Right? Amiriiiight? So, make some sneaky eggplant pasta this weekend for your family! Kids and totally not picky at all significant others will eat it right up. Oh, and eggplant lovers will have their itch scratched, too. Winning. Eggplant-Ricotta Pasta Bake … Read More

Jalapeno-Cheddar Chicken Melts

Do you ever wish blogging could be like a Choose Your Own Adventure Book? I sure do. Particularly on days like this when I’m just not sure what trivial detail of my personal life I feel like rambling on about before I awkwardly somersault my way into a recipe for open-faced melty goodness. I could tell you about the four servings of salt and pepper potato chips I just hoovered before realizing that a “portion” is NINE FREAKING CHIPS. Or I could mention that we’re going to New York this coming week for the first time both A) together and B) not for work to celebrate my big Three-Oh where I will be sucking down Salty Pimps like they’re going out of style. (Did you click the link? If not, I can only the imagine the type of person you think I am at this moment.) Or I could get into my new affinity for Zumba, which I know I’ve mentioned in passing but haven’t really given the attention it deserves. You know those ladies that you always see at Starbucks that look like they just came from something active except they aren’t really sweaty and their hair is a … Read More

Birthday Eggplant (Simple Sicilian Eggplant Involtini)

Yesterday was Emily’s birthday. No, not mine, the other Emily. (But mine is coming up in June, and it’s a big one, so if you wanna send me something…) A dinner party was held in her honor, complete with Moscow mules, darling World Market-inspired favors and an astrologer to get all of our hopes up about our futures. It was incredibly fun and full of such warm, inviting and clever friends. She’s a lucky one. As part of Em’s soiree, guests were each asked to potluck a dish that we’d later explain with a toast to Emily. As in, the dish had to be something significant, special, noteworthy — or at least delicious enough to warrant the whole toast thing void. There were cocktails. A verdant salad with all sorts of fun toppings. Decadent spicy shrimp linguine and Momofuku’s famous Crack Pie. (Aptly named, it turns out. This was my first taste, and I’m well beyond the gateway at this point. Fiending is a completely accurate term for what’s happening over here.) For our contribution, Chris and I brought a few trays of crowd-pleasing puff pastry bites — and this, a dish created just for Miss Em on her special day. I … Read More