Baked Cheddar Eggs & Potatoes.

Baked Cheddar Eggs & Potatoes.

Every morning, I eat a salad for breakfast. A bean salad, to be specific. Coffee bean salad. Okay, every morning, I drink coffee. A ton of it. I don’t actually eat breakfast.

I know, I know. It’s the most important meal of the day. But during the week, breakfast just isn’t a priority. But on the weekends? Well, that’s a different story. I love breakfast (and especially brunch) on the weekends. So, when my sista from anotha mista Brittany came into town, we decided to spend our Saturday morning in the kitchen, whipping up some breakfast grub. (I mean, what else is there to do the morning after the Pirates take down the Braves 3-2? Besides binge watch How I Met Your Mother on Netflix, of course.)

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Armed with a short grocery list and hungry stomachs, we hit the grocery store for the supplies we needed to make Baked Cheddar Eggs & Potatoes.

Ingredients: 3 tablespoons of butter / 1.5 pounds of diced red potatoes / Minced parsley / Salt + pepper / 8 eggs / Extra sharp cheddar cheese, or your preferred flavor

Directions: Preheat oven to 400˚F. / In an ovenproof skillet, heat the butter over medium-high heat. / Add potatoes, and cook until golden and tender. / Stir in parsley, salt and pepper to taste. / With a spoon, create four wells in the potatoes. / Break two eggs into each well. / Bake for 9-11 minutes. / Remove from oven, and sprinkle with cheese. / Bake for an additional 1-2 minutes. / Serve immediately with a mimosa. Or a manmosa. Or a bloody Mary. Or just your favorite breakfast cocktail. / Enjoy with a good friend.

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The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Father’s Day Edition.

The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Father’s Day Edition.

For a few years, my dad has been raving about the Federal Taphouse in Harrisburg, a restaurant most notably known for their extensive craft beer offerings. And by extensive, I mean 100 unique craft beers, each written across a larger-than-life chalkboard just inside the front door. You read that correctly. 100.

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So, this year for Father’s Day, the whole family piled into the car and headed to the Federal Taphouse for Sunday brunch. As soon as we were seated, I ordered a mimosa. In Pittsburgh, that’s the thing to do. Peas and carrots, peaches and cream, salt and pepper, black and white, brunch and mimosas. It’s just a thing. But at the Federal Taphouse, I got a few side eyes for my choice… A mimosa? Wait, you’re not ordering a beer? There are literally a hundred options. Challenge accepted.

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When it came to food, to no one’s surprise, I ordered the Breakfast Burrito. (But huge shoutout to the Shrimp & Grits and Breakfast Poutine, both of which almost swayed me from ordering my brunch “usual.”) Loaded with eggs, chorizo, pepper jack cheese and avocado, it was everything a breakfast burrito should be. Not to mention, the Binding-Brauerei Schöfferhofer Hefeweizen-Mix Grapefruit Beer I ordered… amazing. Seriously.

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My dad ordered the Breakfast Pizza, which was a sizeable pie topped with carmelized onions, breakfast sausage, farm eggs and cheddar cheese. Sarah went with the Wood Fired Mushroom Frittata, made with roasted mushrooms, carmelized onions and fontina, and if I’m being honest, this may have been the brunch winner. I typically don’t get down with mushrooms, but this? This was the epitome of happiness dancing on top of my tastebuds. Yum. Tyler leaned more towards the “unch” part of brunch with a Bleu Cheese Stuffed Turkey Burger, topped with avocado, tomato, bacon and a garlic aioli. It was fine, but brunch in my world never actually means lunch. Like, never.

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Brunch or no brunch, I felt happy to be able to spend the day with all of the most important men in my life: my dad, Tyler, Evan and Aron. Thanks for being such an amazing role model — couldn’t ask for a better dad than you.

The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Park Bruges.

The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Park Bruges.

Each year, it’s the same song and dance. I spend winter wishing for summer, spring anxiously awaiting summer’s arrival, and every fall, I’m sad to see it go. This summer, like most of my summers, has been non-stop. I’ve been traveling, laughing and dining my way through these sunny days (or not-so-sunny days in Pittsburgh)… which leads me to one particular dinner date I had a few months ago at Park Bruges in Highland Park.

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Park Bruges is a neighborhood French infusion bistro right around the corner from the apartment I used to share with my college roommate, Molly (Susan). Yet, in all my time in Highland Park, I never set foot inside. When it graced Pittsburgh Magazine’s 2014 list of best restaurants, I added it to my to-do list. A year later, I finally stumbled inside for a spontaneous and long overdue dinner date with Molly.

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For dinner, I ordered a cup of the spinach chowder and the Roasted Beet Salad. I have pretty high standards for anything called “chowder,” given the time I’m able to spend in New England each year, but the soup was absolutely loaded with veggies, so I overlooked the fact that the chowder wasn’t thick enough to keep my spoon standing. (Hehe.) And then there was the salad. In my opinion, the most killer food trio to ever exist in the summer time is beets, walnuts and goat cheese. Park Bruges layered on some bacon (and come on, who doesn’t die for bacon?), and I was in business.

Susan got the steak frites which, in her opinion, was bomb. The steak was served over sauteed julienne vegetables with a red wine and whole grain mustard sauce, which did some work to balance the flavor of the fries that quite possibly could have come from McDonald’s — extraaaa salty.

The food was fine, the atmosphere was okay, but the company? That was sure hard to beat.

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Cheers to you, Susan, for being an amazing friend and a badass woman. COUNTDOWN TO GRADUATION: 16 DAYS!

The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Ellicott City Edition.

The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Ellicott City Edition.

Three years ago, a sweet little girl entered the world: Stella Ave. In celebration of her birthday, I packed my bag and hopped in the car on Saturday morning. Destination: Ellicott City, a small town on the outskirts of Baltimore, and home to three of my favorite people on this planet.

John and Michelle had made dinner reservations for all of us at a The White Oak Tavern, a restaurant that celebrates local, hand-crafted food and beers. They had been raving about the burger at this joint, so I had made up my mind about my dinner selection before we even got there. The White Oak burger came topped with porter-glazed carmelized onions, “special sauce,” arugula, aged white cheddar and two thick pieces of bacon. John opted for the blackened catfish and shrimp, served with seared polenta cakes and sauteed greens. It tasted just as good as it looked. Michelle went with a perfectly light and summery strawberry salad. (Side note: The mac and cheese was so good. Stella wasn’t a huge fan, but the three of us found ourselves stealing bites off of her plate a few times. Oops.)

With stomachs full of delicious food, we headed home and called it a pretty early night. We’re old. Leave us alone. On Sunday afternoon, the whole family gathered around the pool to eat, drink, laugh and celebrate the birthday girl. I mean – come on – have you ever seen someone so cute?

After her cake had been cut, the gifts had been opened and I had said my goodbyes to my family, I hopped back in my car to return to Pittsburgh. Hailey was hosting a Memorial Day BBQ, and two of my best friends were in town from Colorado. The day turned into night and before I knew it, I was wrapping up another weekend full of so many of the best people.

To the people that I don’t see nearly enough: I’ll never get enough of you. I’ll always smile big when I see you (and maybe shed a tear or two), and be heartbroken when I leave you. That’s the price of loving and knowing people in more than one place.

Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Philadelphia Edition, Part II.

Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Philadelphia Edition, Part II.

Last weekend, I pregamed in Philadelphia. Not the kind of pregame you know and love from your college days, but a weekend-long preview of this year’s annual Fourth of July vacation with some of the most wonderful people that exist in this galaxy.

We spent most of Friday night on Nate and Megan’s back porch with a bottle of wine and bubbling laughter, and I woke up the next morning with the sun and a hot cup of coffee. We started our long, sunny Saturday walk through town with a stop at Kite and Key before moving on to the Reading Terminal Market. We (obviously) picked up some donuts for breakfast before walking a few more blocks to Independence Beer Garden, an expansive garden overlooking the Liberty Bell and Independence National Historic Park. Decorated with reclaimed wood and distressed metals, Tivoli lights and every outdoor game you could think of, there’s no surprise why it’s the place to find anyone on a warm summer day in Philadelphia.

We made a few more stops along on Saturday afternoon (at places whose names I don’t remember) and hopped on bikes to zip home for a quick refresh before heading back out for the night. I have never laughed so hard or smiled so big or felt like my heart was going to burst with so much happiness from the joy that these people bring me.

At one point not so long ago, the five of us shared the small city of Pittsburgh. Now I’m the last man standing here, while Nate and Megan hold down Philadelphia and Kris and Rita are living the New York City dream. But when we all come back together, even if it is just a few times a year, it’s like nothing has changed at all. Kris is still a Sea Puppy and Nate’s still Two-Tooth. Rita will always have Baby’s First Brunch, and there will always be that one time with Megan and the paper at Belvedere’s. (And shoutout to Carl and Becky, who couldn’t be there with us this weekend.)

To bring our whirlwind weekend to an end, we all grabbed brunch at BlueCat on Sunday morning, a Latin infusion restaurant in Fairmount. We rolled up armed with a bottle of champagne, and a weekend’s worth of laughs between us.

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The waitress placed two small plates down on the table: an appetizer of jicama, watermelon, cucumber and a white vinaigrette, topped with cilantro. Delicious. Then, in my typical salty breakfast fashion, I ordered the breakfast burrito, which came served with fried plantains (stahhhhhp) and stopped speaking entirely in between my first bite and my last. Meg went with the huevos rancheros and, to no one’s surprise, Rita went with the french toast. Nate and Kris jumped on the burrito train with me, adding chorizo to theirs.

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Maybe it’s because I was starving, maybe it’s because I got less than 10 hours of sleep the whole weekend, or maybe it’s because BlueCat was actually that amazing, but this brunch was the best way I could’ve imagined ending a Fourth of Julancer pregame with these amazing people. It’s kinda like we run the world. La da dee da dee.

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Not Quite Julia Child’s Eggplant Pizza.

Not Quite Julia Child’s Eggplant Pizza.

Since Madison’s post about her amazing Roasted Toasted Roarin’ Chickpeas, quite a lot has happened that I haven’t had any time to write about.

I took a Gin & Tonic class at Wigle Whiskey to celebrate Dan’s birthday (Happy birthday!), where we made our own tonic and learned all about the gin they distill there. Uhhh-mazing, and something y’all should definitely do if you have the time.

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Then, I took a quick trip home to watch my brother’s play ice hockey — they killed it, by the way — and ate at Lancaster Brewing Company, where there was a surprisingly delicious selection of beer and food. Can’t beat that.

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Then, I made my first trip of the season to Pusadee’s Garden, an all-time favorite of mine. They never disappoint. The company wasn’t so bad either. (Holla atcha girl, future Volkmans. Who needs champagne on a sidewalk when you’ve got such a lovely spread on the table?)

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And then, I ran the Pittsburgh Marathon 5k with my family. Last year, it was the only thing my dad wanted: to run the marathon relay with his family. Unfortunately, an ill timed bum ankle prevented him from participating in the race, so we tried it again this year. The boys were too young to qualify as relay runners, so we signed up for the 5k instead. It sucked and I’m way out of shape, but it truly was the most gratifying thing to cross the finish line, hand-in-hand with my brother and my dad. A moment I won’t soon forget.

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And last weekend, I took a trip to the family farm to celebrate Claude’s 72nd birthday and Mother’s Day. I wish I could even begin to describe the feeling I get on that farm. It’s been around forever, but I always discover something new when I’m there. It’s comfortable and homey, but it feels like a vacation. And the company? Well, the company sure is hard to beat.

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Then I came home and pressed some grapefruit in my new juicer. Thanks, Gran!

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So, here I am, back in Pittsburgh on a Monday night after what has been a whirlwind few weeks. A 10-hour work day under my belt, and the air is thick and hot. The last thing I want to do is make dinner, but hey, a girl’s gotta eat, right? A spontaneous ride home from work with Hailey led me to the grocery store, and — more specifically — the part of the produce aisle where the eggplants live.

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The last time I was in Nashville, my best friend’s sister made eggplant pizza. It piqued my interest then, and it came flooding back to me today while Hailey was gathering her evening allotment of okra. I also remembered reading about Julia Child’s extra fancy, probably extra delicious eggplant pizza. Feeling like a semi-chef-rockstar and ready to tackle this weird looking vegetable, I grabbed the best looking eggplant I could find and threw it in the basket (along with some pesto, marinara and the biggest slices of pepperoni I’ve ever seen).

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Ingredients: Eggplant, cut into 1/4″ slices / Olive oil / Salt + pepper / Sauce (whatever kind you’d like) / Pepperoni / Cheese

Directions: Preheat oven to 400˚F. / Brush the slices of eggplant with olive oil, and season with salt and pepper. / Generously apply the sauce. I couldn’t choose, so I went with some pesto and some marinara. / Top with pepperoni and cheese. / Bake for 15-18 minutes, or until the cheese is golden brown. / Serve with a glass of your favorite Barbera. / Enjoy!

Check out Julia’s recipe here.

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Roasted, Toasted Roarin’ Chickpeas

Roasted, Toasted Roarin’ Chickpeas

This week, I’m excited to introduce my very first guest blogger (and bestie): Madison Suarez! Newly engaged (holla!) and a fellow writing enthusiast, Madison shares her recipe for her Roasted, Toasted Roarin’ Chickpeas below! (Be sure to check out her blog, Happily Hangry!)


I grew up deprived. Deprived of certain foods. My mom is a picky eater, and my brother is cut from the same cloth—the most exotic vegetable I ate growing up were fresh green beans or corn on the cob, both seasoned with salt, pepper and butter only. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, don’t get me wrong. I just missed out on a LOT of “exotic” food.

For example, it took me 26 years to discover the glory of Chickpeas.

Sure they’re in most salad bars, served as side dishes, in many vegetarian dishes. And college was a time of self-discovery (hard-boiled eggs, quesadillas, my very own chili!). I still wasn’t exposed to them. It took going to a nutritionist—“Give ‘em a shot. Protein-packed little suckers,” she said—to realize exactly how much I had been missing.

Since this summer I’ve been experimenting with them a few times a week: hummus, sautéed with spinach, burgers, check. I wanted more. It wasn’t until a stay in a Seattle hotel with a bougie vegetarian menu that I stumbled upon ROASTED CHICKPEAS.

After a few tweaks based on my sensitivities to life, I had my new favorite snack.

Roasted, Toasted Roarin’ Chickpeas

You’ll need:

1 can of Chickpeas
Some Olive Oil
Your favorite spices
Baking sheet
Strainer
A ton of paper towels

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Then you’ll

  • Preheat your oven to 400 degrees.
  • Pop open your can of chickpeas, dump into a strainer and rinse those little guys. I removed the skin (because it was almost kinda fun, to be honest) but you can leave them on if you’re crunched for time.
  • Once your beans are washed, spread evenly on a layer of paper towels to dry. Use another layer of paper towels to absorb moisture from the top, and let sit for 10-15 minutes. Be patient because dryer pre-cooked beans = crunchier cooked beans!

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  • Time to toss ‘em with Olive Oil and your favorite spices. I used:
    • Cayenne Pepper
    • Salt
    • Black Pepper
    • Paprika
    • Cumin
  • Mix it all together and pour onto a non-greased baking sheet. Toast for 20 minutes or until they meet your crunch desire.
  • Keeping your baking sheet of beans in the oven, turn the oven OFF and leave the door cracked open. Let them cool IN THE OVEN for an additional 10 minutes.
  • EAT! I don’t have a trick for storing. Hurry.

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Enjoy!

The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Tender.

The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Tender.

Tender Bar + Kitchen isn’t new to me, but each time I step through the front door, it’s like I’ve entered a different era entirely. Everything is soulful and intentional; historic and vibrant; dark, but not unassuming. It reminds me of a speakeasy, quietly tucked away in a large, Lawrenceville building. The sounds inside rarely reach more than a low rumble, but the celebratory spirit of a time long ago rumbles loud and clear.

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Photo by tenderpgh.com.

I ended up seated at a table for two, facing the floor-to-ceiling, fully-stocked, cinematic bar. I watched as each of the bartenders, expert in their craft of cocktail mixing, crawl up the ladder and fly from side to side, quickly grabbing spirits from bottles tucked away on the shelves. They would twist and pour and shake and squeeze and shake and swirl and pour, creating these complex and beautiful and aromatic and approachable craft cocktails like it was second nature.

Photo by Botero Development.
Photo by Botero Development.

I ordered a French Seventy-Five, a drink created in 1915 at the New York Bar in Paris. It was simple, yet elegant: sparkling wine, gin and lemon juice. So sweet and easy that I could have had a million of them.

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For dinner, I took a slightly more traditional route. I ordered the crispy brussel sprouts as an appetizer, just like I always do. They’re served with soy-mirin gastrique, pepperoncini, candied bacon and shaved manchego, and they never last long enough for me to snag a picture of them. Literally not once.

For my meal, I chose the Shepherd’s Pie, made with lamb from Serenity Hill (a local farm just outside of Pittsburgh), cured lamb belly, root vegetables, Yukon gold potatoes and a parmesan crisp. And then, of course, there was the simple Tender Burger, a hefty patty served with cheddar, local green, pickled fennel and pub sauce and a side salad.

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There’s nothing like quality time when you feel a little bit like you’re drinking at Gatsby’s.

An Easter Away From Home.

An Easter Away From Home.

I’m big on family. Always have been, always will be. So when I made the decision to spend Easter here in Pittsburgh, a  part of me was sad… but there was also a small part of me that was excited to tackle an Easter meal all on my own.

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In the spirit of making the most of our Easter away from home, we wanted to celebrate the holiday with some friends who have been like family to us. (Shoutout to yinz, Nate and Megan!) So, I made a list of my favorite family recipes, scoured Pinterest for a few more ideas, and came up with a menu for my first ever Easter lunch.

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The ham turned out to be the easy part, although it was the one thing I had been dreading most. I woke up early in the morning to put our huge slab of meat in the crockpot with three cups of brown sugar and a can of chunked pineapple, turned the heat to high, and let it cook for five hours. Boom: done.

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Next up: a simple seven layer salad. I used my mom’s classic recipe, where you literally just pile seven layers of ingredients (spinach, pees, red onion, a mayo/sugar dressing, cheeses, bacon and bread crumbs) on top of one another. Another Easter dish complete, check!

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Then I moved on to a dish that was a little unconventional: Rosemary Quinoa Mac & Cheese. My grandma makes the best mac and cheese ever — something I’m fairly certain I’ll never be able to recreate. So, I tried my hand at a much healthier version of this Easter staple. It took me a little while to find my groove, but I’m pretty pleased with the end result.

Ingredients: 1 head of cauliflower, cut into florets / .25c cashews / .25c milk / 1 tsp. dijon mustard / Paprika, salt + pepper / 4c cooked quinoa / 1.5c shredded cheese / .25c rosemary

Directions: Preheat the oven to 375, and grease a baking dish. / Steam the cauliflower florets until tender. / Place steamed cauliflower into a blender. Add the cashews, milk, mustard and spices. Blend until smooth, adding in milk until you’ve reached a think soupy consistency. / Place cooked quinoa into a large mixing bowl. Add cream mixture and 1c of cheese. Stir to combine. Fold in rosemary. / Transfer mixture to the greased baking dish. Top with cheese and rosemary. / Bake for 25 minutes, or until the cheese is bubbly.

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With the Rosemary Quinoa Mac & Cheese in the oven and looking scrumptious, I moved on to the Honey Mustard & Rosemary Glazed Carrots. (If you can’t tell, I’m all about rosemary these days.) These were super easy to throw together, and had the perfect sweet and salty ratio. Mmm mmm good.

Ingredients: Carrots — as many or as little as you’d like / EVOO / Unpasteurized honey / Dijon mustard / Rosemary / Garlic, minced / Salt + pepper / Parsley

Directions: Preheat the oven to 425. / Cut the carrots to your desired size. (I quartered mine – one cut across and one cut lengthwise.) / In a separate bowl, mix together the EVOO, honey, mustard, garlic, salt and pepper. / Pour over carrots, and mix thoroughly. / Spread carrots in a single layer on a baking dish. / Bake for 20-25 minutes, turning occasionally. / Sprinkle with fresh parsley (or some pecorino romano) before serving.

We hunkered down in the living room, plates full of food, and hearts full of happiness. It’s rare to have friends that feel like your family, but on a day spent away from home, it’s something I’m extra thankful for.

And one last thing: Huge shoutout to Hailey for her bomb.com green bean casserole, potato casserole, chocolate mousse and homemade ice cream, and to Nate for his homemade bacon herb bread! Y’all are the best.