For me, this recipe is kind of like the bottle of Trader Joe’s wine you always keep stashed under your bed in case of hosting/party guest/shitty day emergencies. (If you don’t do that, start doing that!). It was basically born from a day when I needed a dip and had

Desperate times call for drastic measures. I was at a BBQ party the other day, and I started talking to some girl about how she used to kidney beans and ketchup for dinner and then eat white rice and mix it with different flavored jam for desert. Then we sort

Leaving a(n empty) oven on can only warm your apartment up so much and does nothing to assuage an empty stomach. And as the old adage goes: empty stomach, empty oven equals a one-way ticket to Unhappy Town. (Or something like that.) So might I suggest perusing the San Francisco

I’m really big on deluding myself into thinking that I don’t need to turn to 7X7-esque resources to find the best stuff to eat in my neighborhood. I think I can sniff out what’s tasty on my own, like a bloodhound or a bulimic. I just use sites like 7X7,