There are a lot of different ways to go out on a limb and make a biscuit really pop: does it need toasted pumpkin seeds, does it need fish sauce, does it need bbq sauce, does it need weed? Today, I made a spicy South Asian-ish biscuit, meant to upstage and compliment an egg.

When I finally got the waffle maker from my mom that I’d been waiting for, and my friend Vinh;Paul was gifted an air fryer from his mom, we knew the only way to honor these new kitchen gadgets was to make our own version of fried chicken and waffles. Sarah’s end-of-summer celebration cocktail was the watermelon on top!

I don’t see it as a culinary failure to plan to have instant noodles for dinner. But before I get into my favorite ways to elaborate on, accessorize, perhaps even elevate a pack of instant noodles, it’s important to note that not all instant noodles are created equal.

On this July 4th weekend, the only appropriate celebration of freedom is a repeat of Juneteenth. I’ve always had a festive and carefree association with strawberries, plus everyone’s bomb-ass strawberry Juneteenth desserts inspired me to make this cream cheese strawberry pie with a coconut cookie crust.

On the evening when I was inviting my latest love interest to meet my last girlfriend, who is also one of my very best friends, it made perfect sense that I would grill for the fiery women involved in this queer occasion.

I know salad is known to many people as a kind of ascetic diet food, but I grew up eating luxurious salads that my mom made. What I love about salads is that they’re like a live jazz solo, where you can throw together the same ingredients over and over again, and they’ll always be good, but never quite in the same way.

Stir frying is all about the drama: high heat, wildly fast stirring, the explosive sizzle that sets off my smoke alarm. To begin, I slip my apron over my head and put on some Whitney. There are few things I like better than singing “I Have Nothing” to some food I’m about to eat, and begging it to stay in my mouth if it dares.

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Breakfast is personal. Like your underwear. Which is sometimes really sexy and totally worth the attention of strangers, and other times, is really just for you, or totally non-existent.