Growing up, our family had a yellow labrador retriever that would consume just about anything (including a plethora of inedible objects), but she was particularly infatuated with cherry tomatoes. We'd give her one and she'd run around the house, tearing around corners, all while cradling it gently in her mouth. She'd then drop it on the floor (with it still remarkably intact), circle it a few times, then would pick it back up and repeat. This would go on for hours, so even though she's been gone for years, it's still one of my most cherished memories. Last weekend at the Larchmont farmers' market, cherry tomatoes were bursting out of nearly every stall, their bright colors glittering like little jewels. I came home with a few pints, popping them into my mouth the whole ride home. I didn't have a real plan for them at first, but I'm so glad I decided on this Mario Batali spaghetti, which was just as vibrant and flavorful as I had hoped. It's been decided that it will remain a staple in our home, as long as cherry tomatoes are in season and has since been renamed, "Remy's pasta."
Over the years, I've developed a sort of obsession when it comes to compiling lists. Whether I'm standing in line for coffee or waiting at the doctor's office, I find it relaxing to sort things out in my head. Not that anyone's ever quizzed me on my favorite movie soundtrack or ...read more