Creamy Potato, Leek & Gorgonzola Soup (gluten-free)

Soups on! Does anyone say that anymore? Did anyone say that ever? Is there anything more comforting than a bowl of soup? When you’re sick, when you’re chilled, when you’re feeling too lazy for real cooking but somewhere inside your domestic diva urges you to persist? That damn diva. She sure can be a pesky mofo. Will the questions ever stop? Nah, and unfortumunnately they likely won’t become more interesting. It’s the nature of blogging. Eventually, you run out of things to say. Sors. SOUP! Amazingly, this simple, creamy wonder doesn’t employ a smidge of cream — and when it … Read More

Grapefruit, Gorgonzola, Pear & Parsley Salad (gluten-free)

Game of Thrones warned me: Winter is here! Really! I mean, I’ve been in my CaliBubble for a while, but would you believe the rest of the country is not suffering from a record-breaking drought? If you saw the gigantor snowflakes bombing the asphalt outside my pal’s window right now, there’d be no question. It’s full-blown waynter. (And here I thought the Snowpocalypse was just YA for the forthcoming albino zombie takeover. “Just,” of course, being used super loosely because, duh, I would totally read that.) Anyway. Food! So while I’m here in Minneapolis getting snowed in, I thought yooz … Read More

Pear & Fennel Salad with Blue Cheese & Balsamic

It’s a big day here at the Pig & Quill. And not just because October walloped my unsuspecting self like the Kraken taking down a ship adrift. Ok, well that’s part of it. Because wasn’t it June, like, 48 hours ago? NOPE. Try again. It wasn’t even June 48 days ago. Man, feeling like a sucka…sucks. But back to getting pumped. Today, my pretty friends, The Pig & Quill kitchen is being featured on none other than: The Kitchn! (In case you didn’t catch that, here’s the link.) I’m tempted to feel like a pretty big frickin’ deal, but it’s really … Read More

Gorgonzola Grilled Plums with Maple Syrup & Chilies

Sometimes there are those evenings when all you want to do is rip open a bag of chips, pour them into a bowl and grab a spoon. Sometimes the spoon is totally optional. (Duh, who eats chips with a spoon?) Sometimes you find yourself with crumbies all up in the micro-knit of the corporate polo you’re wearing. Always you fear what will happen if hubby learns just how many of those crumbies ended up on the couch. Maybe you got down real close and carefully removed each little piece of evidence with the tip of your tongue. Maybe you didn’t. No … Read More