I used to be the pickiest eater. Ever. When I was young, I ate bread and pasta and milk with occasional other white things tossed in like chicken and alfredo sauce and rice (never cauliflower though). I’ve come a long way since then and I attribute my culinary revelations to my time in New York City. And every time I visit, NYC throws new foods and flavors at me, like quinoa areaps, which I discovered at Smorgasburg and just had to make myself.
The recipe is on The Post Social — head over there to get the details.
And in case you missed it this week, I wrote about my escape to Napa last summer on Joanna’s lovely blog, Simple Blueprint.
I also did a fun little interview over on Theresa’s blog, Inspiration Cooperative, last week. I admit really juicy things in it, like my greatest regret, my idea of perfect happiness, my greatest indulgence, and more! Stop by and leave me a comment there! (I read them all…)
Have a fantastic weekend, friends! I’m heading to Portland for the World Domination Summit and will be back late on Monday, so you might not hear from me until the middle of next week! Peace out until then.
I see Marlon Brando’s character from A Streetcar Named Desire standing in the rain shouting “Stella” every time I read the name. I imagine any woman named Stella must get this often, just as I had the Journey song “Brandy, You’re a Fine Girl” sung to me a thousand times over the years. Yet somehow, I refrained from repeating the scene from the Tennessee Williams’ play outside of Pizzeria Stella in Philadelphia.
(Side note: I struggle every time I spell the word “Pizzeria”. Every. Time.)
At 2pm on a Sunday afternoon, the little restaurant was quiet, though pizzas were constantly being made. I have a thing for Italian food, so I really couldn’t imagine a better way to spend lunch than at an Italian restaurant with my good friend Carly who, coincidentally, speaks Italian (though she herself is not). We ate risotto balls, lingered over a lovely zucchini pizza, then indulged with homemade gelato.
And the culinary masterminds behind Pizzeria Stella know their gelatos as well as their pizzas. Olive oil gelato and honey mascarpone gelato topped with cookies ended the whole experience on a high note. And I drove back to DC in a blissful stupor.
What pizza and gelato combination would make your day?