emily’s carbonara

emma's carbonara recipe | nomad with cookies

It’s time to tell you about my friend Emily.

I met Emily the summer before 8th grade. I didn’t like her on sight. In fact, the word “nemesis” was tossed around.

I’m going to be upfront with you and admit there was no acceptable reason for my staunch disapproval. She WAS from Houston. If that weren’t enough of a reason, she was friends with OUR friend. Well, that just wasn’t okay. He was OUR friend, and how could our clique possibly allow him to be friends with another person. We’d already met our quota. Pfft.


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lemon rakija (croatian limoncello)

Croatian lemon rakija recipe

drinks, ethnic | January 26, 2014 | By

Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.

It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of seeing your face. Last time we met, I saw you eying the twenty something blonde at the next table.

After 6 years together, I’ll admit my looks were fading, the crow’s feet becoming ever more apparent. That can really do a number on a girl’s ego. So I took a leave of absence, while I (or rather, the blog) underwent a major makeover, complete with many necessary lifts and tucks. The unwanted was removed. The good was enhanced. Silicon was implanted.


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adjarian khachapuri (georgian cheese bread)

Georgian cheese bread (Adjarian Khachapuri) recipe

January is the most ominous month of the year.

It begins with the hopeful pledge that this is the year you’ll change your evil ways and become the person you’ve woefully neglected to morph into up to this point in your life. You’re going to go to the gym every morning at 5am, cut carbs, stop swearing, start eating bran, quit drinking, stop biting your nails and twirling your hair, quit smoking and spend more time with your friends.

But, by the end of January you are so stressed from treadmill-ing instead of sleeping and because you haven’t had a…

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marinated roasted peppers

Believe it or not, this is a kid friendly recipe.

I know, I was a little surprised too. When I was a kid in the 80s, we made rice crispy treats and cookies loaded with M&Ms. If my mother had suggested we make roasted red peppers instead, I would have said, “woman, is you crazy?!”

But on the other side of the world, my future significant other was making roasted peppers with his grandmother. Every summer, he would travel to Israel for the summer to spend time with his family.

During these visits, he was most excited to make these…

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