Pesto Pizza with Truffle Honey: AKA Marc’s nemesis pizza

This Pizza with Truffle Honey: AKA Marc’s nemesis pizza was NOT created with Marc in mind. If you want to see an endearing post about me cooking for Marc like Ina cooks for Jefferey, check out my post on Anniversary Carrot Cake. This is not that post. Marc hates artichokes. Hates them. And I love them. You might recall just how far I’ll go for artichokes if you read my post on artichoke soup. I’m a little crazy about them. I rarely cook with them, because of how much Marc hates them. Pizza is the perfect opportunity to enjoy them, since I can partition off my section if we’re dining alone, or just make him a different pizza if we’ve got a group. When making something Marc doesn’t like, I tend to pile on other ingredients he tolerates but doesn’t love, like mushrooms and truffle honey. This pizza started out as me enjoying a list of ingredients I usually hold back on for Marc. We both broke into a fit of laughter when we realized that the end result of my anti-Marc experiment created a superfood of evil we’ve now titled Marc’s nemesis pizza. For everyone else, it might just … Continue reading

Artichoke and Preserved Lemon Soup

I love artichokes. A lot. But I do not make them often because Marc despises them. We’re talking mortal enemies. He can sense from two days out if I steamed an artichoke while he was away for the weekend, so clearly, I only serve this Artichoke and Preserved Lemon Soup when he’s not around. The funny part is that of the two of us, artichokes should be my mortal enemy. The great artichoke debacle of 2007 occurred due to the perfect storm of Marc at a conference in Chicago, an overabundance of fresh baby artichokes and too many late night episodes on the food network. Feeling inspired by a delicious looking plate of fried artichoke hearts and the fact that I had all the ingredients on hand, I decided that late night frying was the most natural path to a delicious midnight snack. I was a very inexperienced fryer at the time but recently had great success with fried chicken. I had my big bottle of frying oil and filled my fancy schmancy stock pot with oil, turned it on and carried the artichokes out to the living room where I could clean them from the comfort of my couch … Continue reading