Can I be real for a minute? As much as I wanted to feed my little girl all the best things in the world I also used to make baby food for economic reasons.

When Kahlo and I first started this website and blog we'd hoped to document our journey with food: to document our family recipes, maybe make a few videos, and maybe even recommend a few great books we'd read along the way pertaining to food. This year we vowed to (try...

I love collard greens. I love them cooked until they are tender and melt in your mouth; I love them in soup to give added color and texture; I love them sauteed, when they give you back a good crunch. I've had them prepared in a few ways but until three years ago, I ha...

When I was in culinary school and studied in Peru, I learned of a super simple salad from Arequipa called Solterito, which literally means "little single man."

Summertime in New England brings not only heat but humidity. There is nothing more refreshing then a cold glass of water that has a beautiful hint of fruit.

 Pollo al maní, or Peruvian Chicken Peanut Stew, is not something you usually find on menus in U.S.-based restaurants. Perhaps it's because it is now one of the top food allergens here but even before it became so I never recall a time when it appeared on any menu. Whe...

I had these smoked turkey necks in the freezer and a bag of pinto beans I needed to use up. I decided to throw them together into the pressure cooker and see how they'd come out. Later that night my boyfriend came over for dinner. I had made my usual: braised chicken b...

It wasn't until I was an adult and living in Lima did I first encounter emoliente peruano. Once I found it, I obsessed about it not only while I was there but after I came back to the U.S. Emoliente is a tea, served either hot or lukewarm, made of medicinal herbs and s...

Once upon a time, I hated seafood. My father used to say to me that it wasn't possible that I was his child if I didn't love seafood, as my father is from a coastal city of Peru called Chimbote. Like my father, I also grew up in a coastal town in New England, Boston, a...

When Kahlo was an infant I sought out to tell her bedtime stories not only to help her fall asleep but to also give her a sense of history and of morals, particularly about our relationships, which includes our relationship to food and the hands that grow it. Sometimes...