Category: ReciBEEs
The GuaranBEEd to Get You Laid Omelette…Go ahead, read on…
This post first appeared last spring. I’m bringing it back after a stressful week with no power and a deep need for easy BEEasy comfort food. Even better, I’m gearing up to announce a “Jule The Bee Magic Pan” giveaway. Stay tuned! In 1997 my father, after much begging, agreed to send me to culinary…
Stray Dog Fish Tacos
Dale Botwick was my Gammy’s sister. Where my Gammy was elegant, Dale was brash. Where Gammy was Elizabeth Taylor knock-your-socks-off beautiful, Dale was, well Dale was not. Tall and large, with a lemon chiffon shock of blond hair that looked like spun sugar, Dale was loud and crass and wore flowing caftans and massive jewelry…
Love & Lobster Salad
Need the perfect beach cover-up while eating Love & Lobster Salad on the beach? I am obsessed with Bette and their boho, BEEachy vibe. They’ve been so generous to me, I wear their caftans religiously and now I get to give you a gift of 20% off of your order (even sale items!) at shopbette.com…
Star Spangled BEEger
I was not a hamburger kinda kid. The exception was a burger from “The Stuffed Shirt” in my hometown of South Orange, NJ. As a kid, Monday evenings were my family’s “late night.” After hours of Mr. Tamal’s rigorous ballet class at The NJ School of Ballet, we would head straight there for dinner. On…
Forever Summer Salad
It was a hot day in early June when I came home from school to find a note from my mother left for me on top of my white eyelet comforter. The note was attached to a copy of the coveted, and in many households, and even libraries, forbidden “Forever” by Judy Blume. The note…
The Bee’s aBEErol Spritz
Non si puo pensare bene, Amare bene, Dormire bene Se non si e mangiato bene. One cannot think well, Love well, Sleep well, If one has not dined well. -Virgina Woolf A good cocktail never hurt either… ~JTB I am terrified of the ocean. Really any open moving water fills me with Natalie Wood-like terror.…
High Pitched Chicken
My brother’s favorite chicken dish as a little boy in our house growing up was called “High Pitched Chicken.” Too little to understand or put his finger on the concept of “zesty” or “flavorful,” he referred to this almost no-prep ReciBEE as “high pitched.” In his mind, the pop of flavor was like a high…
The Bee’s Uncooked Pasta
In the 1980’s my mother’s bible for entertaining was “The Silver Palate Cookbook.” Sheila Lukins and Julee Rosso were ever-present in my mother’s kitchen on Hoskier Road. She used their recipes to entertain effortlessly and elegantly, Ina’s ultimate goal being to spend as little time in the kitchen as possible and as much time with…
The Bee’s Knees Vidalia Onions
Summertime is knocking softly on our doors. Can you hear it? Are you listening? The softest scent of lilacs fills our backyard and breezy bug-less evenings (my favorite kind) are making eating outside a welcome treat. Especially here on our little stone patio in quaranBEEn. I am southern born, but northern raised. A mutt really:…
The Bee’s Velvet Tomato Sauce
Moving from Atlanta, GA to South Orange, NJ in 1977 was a shock to my mother’s system. Deeply tethered to her southern roots, parents, siblings and friends, it was an emotional move to say the least. She had separated from my biological father when I was just four and shortly after, we moved in with…