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multigrain apple crisps

I mentioned a couple weeks ago that we had plans to flee this so-called winter we're having in New York and jet to a place where it's always summer. It was dreadfully boring, by the way, all silky white sand that was cool under your bare feet, blazing aqua waters that you could walk a full city block into before you were in deeper than your waist and oh so quiet (rumor has it that they don't even let these on the island!). Blissfully, there was nothing to do but read books, stare at the horizon and not think about life for a while. The most profound conversation we had in three days was whether a spot out on the water where the color slipped from a piercing aquamarine to a deeper cerulean to was due to a change of depth, or just the cast shadow of a cloud. The shadow of a cloud. Man, times were tough.

What I forgot to mention is that we weren't bringing our son with us. Lest you think I'm immune to Mom Guilt — au contraire, it is the very pitch to which my life is auto-tuned, the backbone, nay, doctrine of my existence, governing all decisions from "Is that my son picking up a stray cheddar bunny from the seat of a random stroller and do I really have to stop him?" to whether or not I should admit that I was late to call yesterday because I was, in actuality, reading with my eyes shut for the 9th time that afternoon. Ahem, so, Mom Guilt in full swing, I decided to leave something special — petite apple crisps — in the fridge that he could have as a treat on the days I'd be away.

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fried egg sandwich with bacon and blue cheese

Due to a delightful clerical error (a scheduled babysitter when we forgot Alex would be home from work), I got to have a weekday lunch with my husband on President's Day. In a restaurant. With linens on the table and no sippy cups in a two-table radius! Oh, and maybe something petite, bubbly and pink in a glass. I admit nothing. But man, sometimes I think everyone should have kids just so they can get 80 times the joy out of excursions that would have been ordinary in another era. I am joking, of course. You should have kids because you detest sleeping past 6 a.m. Whoops, there I go again. It must be the pink bubbly.

It's hardly a revolutionary concept, but like most parents, when away from a toddler's totally respectably developed (his enthusiasm for both millet and cod, for goodness sake, far outweigh mine) but still quintessentially two year-old ("Mommy clean this" he said yesterday about a fleck of parsley on his carrot, while his father nearly fell off his chair laughing) palate, I go immediately for things he won't go near, because, it's cool, we can wait until your third birthday to introduce you do the joys of Sriracha. That day, it was a uber-bitter radicchio salad but quite often, it's even simpler stuff — runny eggs, blue cheese, scratchy lettuces, sigh.

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double coconut muffins

I hadn't meant to disappear on you, and what's worse, I have a terrible excuse: I took a nap. In the same week that I conquered my cooking Mount Everest — a lasagna I'd only dreamed about for the better part of six years, one that still took me many tries in the kitchen to get right and more than a week just to write — I was going back and forth with my publisher over the page designs for my cookbook, and (no doubt) giving some poor book designer some gray hairs. One day, I'll remind my editor about that time I said that I didn't care how the book looked, "just make it pretty!" and she'll snort coffee out her nose. It will probably be a while. Nevertheless, the day after I posted the lasagna recipe, we finally found something that made everyone happy and now they're designing the remaining hundreds of pages and that night, I think I slept a million hours. I did the same thing the next night and on the third night, when I yawned at 9 p.m. and said I was thinking about calling it a night my husband — who is the one who typically has a bottomless capacity for sleep and I'm the one who pops up at 7:30 even when it's my turn to sleep in — looked at me like I had two heads. I… just had a lot of catching up to do.

We're also officially in the part of the year I affectionately call The Dregs of Winter. It's not spring yet, in fact, it will at least a month before anything tasty or green things emerges from the earth and another month after that before they will be good enough to eat. It's not actually snowy and pretty enough out there to bliss out in a New York Winter Wonderland; in fact, it's just cold and a little dull. Typically, the way I get through the blahs of winter is not to sleep through them but to begin plotting an escape. I start pining for someplace tropical, please, where the deep blue ocean meets the bright blue sky at a horizon so far away, it's almost unfathomable to this city dweller, whose current vista is little more than the building across the street. And so I think about it, think long and hard about it, a book open on my lap, my fingers wrapped around a frosty, fruity cocktail with an umbrella and then I fly home a few days later, my usual ghost-like complexion faintly less so and my brain cleared of thoughts that don't include "Is it time to reapply?" and "Are we too old to go on the water slide that leads to a swim-up bar?" You know, weighty matters.

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lasagna bolognese

This, this is my culinary Mount Everest. This twenty-layer striation of noodles, ragu, béchamel and cheese, repeated four times and then some took me more than five years to conquer. To be honest, six years ago I didn't know what it was. Sure, I had heard of lasagna but I wasn't terribly fond of it because I don't much care for the texture of ricotta once it has baked. (Ricotta, I'd argue, is best rich, fresh, and cold on toast.) But I was galloping through a post on an Italian food blog and I stumbled upon a parenthesised side-thought that stopped me dead in my tracks. It said something along the lines of "I don't know whose idea it was to put ricotta in lasagna but… shudder." And I thought, but wait! What's supposed to go in lasagna? But there was no answer, so I set out to find one.

Lasagna alla Bolognese is an epic dish. Oh sure, it looks like an ordinary broiled mass of cheese, pasta and meaty tomato sauce but it's so much more. To make it as I dreamed from that day forward I wanted to, everything gets a lot of love and time. The ragu is cooked for hours. The béchamel (ahem, besciamella), although the simplest of the five "Mother Sauces," is still a set of ingredients that must be cooked separately, and in a prescribed order. The pasta doesn't have to be fresh, but I figured if I was going to do this, I was going to really, really do this and I wanted fresh, delicious sheets of pasta to support the other cast members I'd so lovingly craft. And the cheese? There's just one, Parmesan, and it doesn't overwhelm.

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cheddar, beer and mustard pull-apart bread

You might have created a monster. I went back and forth, again and again, before sharing the recipe for potato chip cookies. My presumption was that most sane people would find them revolting; that the comment section would be a string of "eww"s. Silly me! It turns out that a whole lot of you are closet potato chip sandwich lovers, and worse. You put Doritos on your pizza! You put Cheetos on your tuna! I am clearly among my brethren. This will only lead to trouble, as the next time I have a weird, funky combination of flavors I want to try out, who will stop me? Clearly, not you.

Like this. For a while, I've been enamored with this idea of pull-apart bread, such as Flo Braker's from her latest book. Yet as lovely as buttery lemon sugar is, or cinnamon sugar for that matter, is, I wanted to give it a savory spin. My first inclination was to go with the universally adored (but kinda overused these days, don't you think?) cheddar, chives and bacon — i.e. baked potato toppings — but what I've really been dreaming about lately is Welsh rarebit, which I understand to be pub food in places I haven't been lucky enough to travel to yet. It's a thick, punchy, rich sauce made with cheddar and mustard and beer and butter and cream and spices and it is often ladled over a piece of toast, such as rye or another brown bread. And I want it.

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potato chip cookies

When I was in the 4th grade, my lunch table mates had a habit of taking the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that their mothers had lovingly prepared, (trimmed of crusts, devoid of frights like gloppy grape jelly) opening them up, arranging some potato chips over the filling and smooshing the sides back together again before eating them. I don't have a single other school lunch memory to draw from. I don't remember if I ever ate a Sloppy Joe, if my school district considered pizza a vegetable, or whether my mother packed apples or cheesy poofs (likely the former, drat) in my lunchbox; I also can't remember the name of a single person at that table. But I have a have a crystalline impression, unmarred by time (and, frankly, the current brand of early senility that has caused me to need 20-odd minutes to recall the word "unmarred"), of the odd delight that was those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches; I remember their crunch and I remember how they tasted.

How they tasted was phenomenal. I've tried to explain this potato chip in a sea of sweet, rich ingredients to people for years and they, as you might expect, look at me like I've done lost my mind (nothing new, really). My husband, a guy who loves salt the way most people love chocolate, doesn't restrain himself from looking grossed out when I bring it up. But I know the truth: they are wrong, the potato chips are right.

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buttermilk roast chicken

Without a doubt, the very best part of fried chicken is the battered, seasoned, gold-tinged and impossibly crisp exterior. But, as far as I'm concerned, the tender chicken within is no distant second. The best fried chicken recipes have you soak the uncooked chicken in a salty/sweet brine of buttermilk and seasonings for at least day, resulting in meat that's decadent long before it hits the fryer. Wouldn't it be great if the insides could garner the same gushing their pretty skins do?

This is what I was thinking of when I stumbled on an old Nigella recipe for buttermilk roasted chicken. Of course, that was four weeks ago and for three of them, I sat at a table piled with eraser dust and red pencil overlooking the avenue below, editing away dreaming mostly of the buttermilk chicken I would finally make when I was done. The recipe turned out to be a good place to start, but I wanted more — a longer soak, more salt, less oil, more garlic and, for some reason, I felt the recipe was itching for paprika. So, I went another round with it last night — finishing it with a drizzle of olive oil and sprinkle of more paprika and flaked sea salt before roasting it — and this, at last, was the buttermilk chicken I had dreamed about.

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buckwheat baby with salted caramel syrup

Yesterday morning, at last, I handed in my cookbook's edits. And I know, you're thinking, "but I thought you already handed your book in?" and I had. Copyedits, which come back six weeks later, are like closing costs (or so I understand) when you buy a house. You think you're all done and just have some papers to sign/designs to approve and then wham! Comparatively, writing a book is a cinch. Writing is like splashing bright paint all over a giant white canvas — look at all of those lovely words all lined up! Aren't they darling? Copyedits are like measuring the space between each mark of paint and having to answer questions like, "This splatter is .25 inches from that splatter, and you call it a 'blue splatter' but this one is .5 inches away and labeled 'splatter, blue'. Was this intentional?" There were about three of these questions on each of 390 pages, and yet despite the fact that this work consumed the last 21 days of my life, I frequently wanted to HUG this poor copy editor who managed to wade through my blather and find small adjustments that made sentences sing. She is a saint.

Nevertheless, the three weeks I worked on this had some unintended side effects, the first is that I missed you all terribly. I dreamed of nothing but buckwheat pancakes, buttermilk chicken and hearty winter slaws and could not wait to get back into the kitchen again. However, the saddest side effect of being swallowed up by work for a few weeks was oddly not that I now have something my husband calls my "editing pants." (What? They're soft and comfortable and they have pockets! And now we must burn them.) but from my son, who is now enough of a two year-old that he's capable of telling it like it is: After three weeks of his mama having no time to cook, he now sees an I ♥ NY bag and hollers "DINNER'S HERE!" Oh, the shame. It burns.

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apple sharlotka

At last, I have a new recipe for you in the heavily neglected category of Russian food. How could this have happened, you ask? Are you not married to a Russian? Does your son not respond to the question "Would you like to go to the library?" with "Da!"? Are you not still in love with all of the Russian food you've encountered in your (holy wow) 8 1/2 years of courtship? And the answer is very simple: I needn't cook Russian food because my mother-in-law does it so well.

Weekly, she brings us deliveries of stuffed cabbage or Salad Olivier (which is one of my oddball son's favorite foods) or blintzes or vegetable soups, oh, and farmers cheese, which I have come to believe Russians imbue with the healing/halo-ensconced qualities most American parents do yogurt. But, she never brings us this, and so I had to take matters into my own hands.

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carrot soup with miso and sesame

I hadn't meant for this soup to be so quintessentially early January — that would be, virtually fat free, dairy free, gluten free (miso dependent), vegan and the very picture of healthful do-gooding. It's about one cube of tofu away from earning a halo or at least being surrounded by singing cherubs. In fact, if you advertised a soup to me with all of those qualities, I'd probably run in the other direction because I am a dietary heathen, and I love butter, even if overdoing it in December now requires it in moderation. For the rest of time.

In fact, the reason why I made this soup is because, in general, I don't find carrot soups all that interesting and wanted to challenge myself to make one I'd love, and eat often. I turned to one of my favorite dressing recipes for inspiration — the ginger-carrot-miso awesomeness most of us know from sushi restaurants — and decided to mash up a miso and carrot soup.

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