My recipes. Made by me for me – but feel free to borrow them.
You will not, on this website, be asked to scroll past an emotional essay to find the ingredients. You will not learn about a hidden restaurant in the Italian foothills where nonna slow-cooked her feelings into a ragu while mixing pasta by foot. There are no measurements in cups, because cups are not a unit of measurement. There are currently no photos, although I am in active internal debate about this.
This is a record of recipes I’ve created, modified and collected in a pocket book over time, which I am now transferring to the internet so I can access it when I find my self lost in a supermarket without any ideas for dinner.
You’re welcome to use any of it. If something works, excellent. If something doesn’t work, I’m sorry to hear it, but comments are turned off and I have no social media presence so I won’t be responding or troubleshooting, so you’ll have to sit with that privately, as we all must sit with our failures.
This makes enough focaccia to fill one of Campbells Rofco trays which are split into 4 sections. I went through various recipes, from all the usual suspects perched on their first page of Google, like guardians of the bread Kingdom, but I found none that worked for me. So I took what I needed from