The last time I made this dish was in 2008 after reading Molly Wizenberg's Bon Appetit column. I posted a lone photograph with a link, and offered very little insight into the finished dish. It was time to revisit one of my favorite, long lost appetizers.

When two friends came over for dinner earlier this month, pumpkin risotto was on the menu, but I also wanted to make something that could serve a dual purpose of appetizer and entree side dish, should anyone need to munch on something after licking their risotto bowl clean.

I used to be one of those people that was adamant about my dislike for dill. It just wasn't my herb. Ina Garten had a phase where she added it to just about everything and I always omitted it because on the few occasions I did try it, something didn't sit well with my palate. But I've evolved. I won't go so far as to say it's my favorite herb, or even my second favorite, but I can certainly appreciate its unique qualities. It was featured front and center in this salad by Cook Your Dream. Because the original recipe looked so beautiful, I decided to use the dill. I winced for a moment when tasting the dressing, but when the sour note hit my tongue, I rather enjoyed the pickled flavor. Then I imagined it smothered on boiled potatoes and smoked salmon and realized it would be alright.

My evenings have changed a bit. Ever since welcoming an almost three-month-old puppy into our home, dinner has become less of a special event and more of a chore to fit in between taking Emma outside and keeping her occupied with chew toys. We still enjoy our meals, but they're often interrupted.

As the name of my blog expresses, I advocate for easy home cooking every night of the week, a philosophy even more important now that my time is more limited. Easy, quick cooking recipes are essential for most of us, which is why I was so happy to see this dish on Ashley's blog a few weeks ago.

The November issue of Food & Wine stopped me in my tracks last week. First, there was a turkey on the cover, reminding me that Thanksgiving (and all the good food that goes along with it) is fast approaching. Second, there were so many recipes I wanted to try, I must have dog-eared every other page.

Because I wanted to make these cookies so desperately, I was thrilled to find exactly 1/2 cup of cocoa powder left in my tin. It was meant to be. And although Dorie calls these cocktail cookies (and they certainly could be), I like the idea of savoring them for dessert alongside the last sips of red wine.

I imagine we all have moments where our cooking acumen is tested, when we are forced to rely on instinct and practice instead of recipes from trusty blogs or cookbooks. This is where I stood one Sunday afternoon. We were a week into house training the dog, somewhat ragged, and had a friend coming over for dinner. I had already planned the weekend's meals but when I made the Hungarian goulash I wanted to serve, it wasn't quite right, and I'm not fond of serving guests anything I'm not extremely certain about, so I saved it for dinner the following night. 

What, then, would I serve for dinner? Walking to Chipotle or our neighborhood sushi restaurant crossed my mind (the easy way out), but then Andrew reminded me I had bought shrimp for something later in the week, and in preparation I had just cooked the beans, so the decision was almost made. Except for the inconsequential detail that I had no recipe.

More figs! I knew this appetizer would elicit some excitement, but I didn't expect five bees to fly straight into my kitchen as I simmered the honey on the stove. They entered through the laundry room where a window was cracked open. After gently nudging them back outside (I had rushed to close the kitchen door and hid out in the living room), Andrew went outside to see if he could find a hive. Nothing visible, at least, but they certainly were tempted by the sweet nectar that I was warming up.

I realized it had been too long since I baked anything and was itching to pull a warm cake out of the oven. My only obstacle was trying to determine just what exactly it was I needed to make. There are always so many choices when it comes to things like this and unfortunately, I want to bake something just wasn't specific enough. But then I saw figs, put them in my cart and strolled home.

The figs still didn't have a purpose just yet, but I had a feeling that once I opened Dorie Greenspan's Baking, their destiny would be sealed. I searched the index, flipped to page 192 and a gorgeous fig and cornmeal cake appeared. This really was the perfect cake to welcome fall. It was also one of the last things I made before our lives changed for the better when we brought home our new puppy, Emma, on September 23rd, which just so happened to be the first day of this new season.

My go-to meal in college was canned tuna with a light dollop of mayo and lots of freshly cracked black pepper. I ate this on saltine crackers or toasted bread, and it still remains a very simple way to eat lunch if I just can't muster the energy for anything else.

Canned fish has always been a mystery, though. Where is it sourced? Which brand is best? Do sardines from Morocco really taste better than sardines from Mexico? And speaking of sardines, since I haven't had any luck convincing Andrew they're delicious, I thought I'd try something new: canned salmon.

Ever since I returned from Nepal I've been desperately craving fall comfort food. It was still hovering around 80 degrees in Los Angeles at the end of August but that didn't stop me from daydreaming about braises, stews and mac and cheese. That cozy time of year is approaching and my body just wanted to let me know where it stood.

The first chance I got, I roasted vegetables. It happened last year around this time that I made the first soup of the season, ushering in the cooler weather, holidays that will be here before we know it and warm, soul-soothing dishes. I was actually alone in my kitchen, smiling a little just at the thought of it. Also, the carrots and onions smelled intoxicatingly good after spending just a few minutes in the oven. What can I say, I love fall.

Picnics might be one of my favorite ways to spend an afternoon. There's something so relaxing about being outside, sitting on the beach or under a tree, nibbling on cheese, crackers, and a fresh salad like this. It's almost criminal not to take it somewhere. Of course, that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it at your dinner table, but it's really well suited for travel.

Let's take a moment to marvel at the wonders of Twitter. In about five minutes on any given day I can get restaurant recommendations, sight seeing options for the town I'm driving through, or in this case, recipe ideas from friends in the vast Twitter universe. This is the world we live in.

A couple of weeks ago I found out my in-laws would be driving through LA and planned to stop by after dinner. When visitors come, it's nice to serve them a little something sweet, don't you think? But I had some dietary restrictions to consider, namely, how to devise a delicious, no-sugar dessert.

Bastille Day 2011 happened to fall on the same day as my office book club, so I couldn't let the French holiday pass without baking something appropriate to celebrate. But the night I baked this, I wasn't in blog mode. My camera was in another room and the sun was setting, but when I pulled the sheet pan out of the oven I had to change course. It was too beautiful not to tell you about.

August, the glorious month when tomatoes are abundant and their most flavorful. There really is nothing better than a ripe tomato, heirloom if you can find it, and leave it to the editors at Martha Stewart to print a recipe that epitomises savory summer cooking.

When I peruse the food magazines I subscribe to, many of the pages are turned without a lot of fanfare. I might make a mental note that a recipe looks good, or consider adding it to the menu for an upcoming week, but every so often a recipe stops me right there and I just need to make it. This was one of those recipes.

I love bread. And I especially love it when it's crisp and toasted with olive oil. It's perfect warm, dipped in a pool of olive oil and balsamic vinegar, and equally perfect smothered with fresh tomatoes and basil. Now, for all the goodness there is in bread, I sometimes have a problem with sandwiches, as in, there's just too much bread on my sandwich. It doesn't necessarily matter if it's the best bread you've ever had. If the ratio of bread to fillings is wrong, the sandwich experience is diluted, the way iced tea loses its flavor after the ice cubes melt in your glass.

Two of the most refreshing elements of summer are fresh fruit and rosé wine. Swirl them together, freeze, and you have an irresistible, adult version of sorbet. With the temperatures rising, Andrew was subtly hinting that we need some more ice cream in the freezer. One Saturday I handed him The Perfect Scoop by David Lebovitz and told him to pick out whatever he wanted. And while I started regretting this approach when the first options out of his mouth involved peanut butter (I love peanut butter, but I was in the mood for something lighter), we settled on this raspberry rosé sorbet, a perfect companion to the burgers we grilled for the Fourth of July.

The farmers market excursion that resulted in my favorite summer flatbread also offered up these little gems, and I couldn't resist, mostly because I love the color purple. Now, this salad can be made with any kind of potato you'd like, but just be well aware that the color contrast won't be as striking.

Food allergies are so common nowadays I'm willing to bet most of you have a member of your immediate family or know of someone in your circle of friends affected by an intolerance or dietary preference that needs to be accommodated. My brother is one such person, though it's a bit complicated. He has gluten and dairy intolerances, among other concerns, such as not being able to eat almonds or beans. There's a running list I have trouble keeping track of. When my family got together in the mountains for a weekend, I took charge of Saturday night's dinner. I knew there would be stone fruit sorbet for dessert, but I wanted to make a shortbread cookie to go with it.

Something has happened to me this year that I never would have expected. I like burgers now. But I didn't start out this way, so if I really want to understand why, I suppose it started with Andrew. We all have our comfort foods and burgers are his, without a doubt. Over the years we've made our way to many restaurants in a quest to find the best burger, and when we finally found it, my brain switched.

This is how I like to eat during the summer. Yes, there is space at the table for burgers, raw salads, and refreshing sorbets, but one of the simplest pleasures of the season can be flavored with little more than garlic and white wine. Dunked with grilled bread, this meal is just about as blissful as fresh summer dining can get.

We've talked before about how I'm very much a planner when it comes to my weekly meals. If I didn't take this approach, I'd be left standing in front of the refrigerator most nights after work trying to throw something acceptable together for dinner.

I find that shopping with purpose, list in hand, almost always saves me time and money and it's a routine I've been in now for at least the last five years. With my work schedule, I don't have a lot of time to wander aimlessly through the farmers market without the slightest notion as to what my dinner plans are for the next few days. So when I embraced this shopping method last weekend, I felt unnerved in a really good way.