hakuna matata frittata + a brand new niece

Two Sundays ago, I found myself in a predicament: while my body remained in Bloomington, Indiana, my mind and heart were five hours north, in Milwaukee, where my baby niece had begun her long and laborious entrance into the world. My sister Annie had called, briefly, the evening before, to report, between deep and careful breaths,…

farmers’ market summer salad

It’s hot out there, folks — too hot for rambling preludes, so let’s get right to it. This summer salad is a slightly modified version of the one in Sara Forte’s lovely cookbook, Bowl + Spoon (in case you missed it, this recipe came from the same source). I’m calling it a farmers’ market salad because the three…

falafel & kale bowl + the best ever sauce

Attention, dear readers! This is the 100th post to be published on the Sprout Diaries, which feels like a milestone worth celebrating. And what better way to celebrate than with my all-time favorite food? (I know that “all-time favorite” is a big statement, but when it comes to expressing my love of falafel, there’s no…

carrot & chana dal hotpot

Ahlan wa sahlan, shabaab! Life update: I’m six days into a summer-long intensive Arabic course, and already I’m dreaming in Arabic (OK, so they’re more like stress dreams about the next vocab quiz, but I’m hoping that my dream-self will start speaking shaami any night now). In addition to four hours of class time plus three…

grown-up mac n cheese

I am not trying to start a mac n cheese revolution. My posting of this (delectable and sophisticated) grown-up mac n cheese recipe is not, by any means, an attempt to dethrone that pinnacle of mac n cheese dinner perfection, the one that stands sentry in any respectable pantry, cloaked in its midnight blue box, a constant,…

less-is-more marinara

There are many, many things that are better bought than made by hand. I’d put cheese in that category, along with baguettes, peanut butter, and most condiments (though I respect people who make their own mustard). If we’re talking non-foods, I’d rather buy than DIY my soaps, candles, and pants — but I’m sure there…

lemony basil summer squash pasta

Before moving to Atlanta for the summer, I knew very little about the city, despite my parents having lived here for nearly a year. That said, the little I did know has quickly shown itself to be true. Yes, the traffic is mind-boggling bad, to the point where you plan your day around not being on the road between…

lemony garlic kale salad

“In March, the earth remembers its own name.” So begins “Worm Moon” by Mary Oliver, the greatest poet to ever remark on the changing seasons. Here in New York, the earth is slowly, timidly beginning to rediscover itself. The sky — brighter and bluer at seven in the morning than it has been in months —…