Peach & Prosciutto Salad

I never liked peaches until I had one freshly picked from a tree at the height of summer and hand delivered to me in a basket from one of my good friends. It was love at first bite. I was ruined for all other peaches and I knew it. While I have yet to experience…

Balsamic & Honey Glaze

Every now and then I enjoy dressing up a dish with this simple glaze. This balsamic and honey reduction is both sweet and savory. I drizzle it over chicken dishes, salads, and even cheeses (think burrata). I love cooking with balsamic vinegar because it’s rich in flavor and inexpensive (you can however splurge on pricey…

The BBC

Once upon a time, there was a small Caribbean-themed seafood shack named Cyril’s on the side of a long stretch of highway connecting the Hampton villages with the ‘end of the world’ (Montauk). It was a no-frills bar with plastic furniture and direct views of the LIRR train that would rumble past. It was a…

BLOG | The Last Supper?

I’ve lived on West 10th Street in the village for the past six years. Prior to that, I lived on neighboring Christopher Street, one street south, in an apartment at the top of a five-story walkup. The roof would leak when it rained, and the refrigerator door would swing open across the uneven floors if…

BLOG | Stopping By Woods On a Snowy New Year’s Eve

It was an idea that began in the first few months of 2016 — or more precisely, if I’m being entirely honest, it came to me on New Year’s Eve of 2015. I was alone in my apartment (yes, very much like Bridget Jones), and while I dreaded the idea of making a fuss out of the last…

BLOG | Have Yourself a Merry Little Brunch

The holidays are a hectic time. If you live in New York, they can be dizzying, and even maddening. Each year though, I vow to savor them, and not just admire those glittery strings of white lights in passing on my commute home from work. Even parties this time of year seem stressful, which is…

BLOG | How to Host a Harvest

“Don’t you just love New York in the fall?” The rhythm of the city settles back into its routine of the weekday grind. Restaurant tables once vacated during slow summer weekends resume their weekend brunch rituals, becoming cluttered with bloody marys and sparkling mimosas. Football games take over the TV screens at local bars, where loyal…

BLOG | Those Three Words

Before I moved to New York City, I was enamored with Nora Ephron’s view of the Upper West Side, as seen through the eyes of her blindly optimistic, wide-eyed heroine Kathleen Kelly in “You’ve Got Mail.” I was equally enchanted by F. Scott Fitzgerald’s account of the city seen for the first time through the…

#OnBrand | ‘Let’s Stay On Brand, Folks’

To celebrate the launch of the newly revamped FieldhouseKitchen.com, you’re reading the site’s new #OnBrand column. Read on to learn more. It all started with a tin of French onion dip. It arrived to my apartment during a Fieldhouse Kitchen tailgating party last year (they’ll be plenty of those this season). It arrived without warning, uninvited….

BLOG | In the City of Blinding Love

What an unexpected affair. Has it really been five years? Five years of unlikely triumphs, unpredicted hurdles, and endless surprises. I’ll admit, you still have my attention. I’m still intrigued, and I’m still in love. These past five years, I have met some incredible people, have fallen in and out of love, jobs, and friendships…

BLOG | A Letter to the Dinner Guests of 2015

I didn’t post many recipes this year. In fact, I hardly posted any at all. Instead, I used them. I hosted more dinner parties, brunches, and cocktail parties this year than I care to admit — mainly because it’s hard to remember them all. But that’s not what matters. Looking back on 2015, it was my most favorite…

BLOG | The Party Prep I Do That No One Knows About

About once a month, I like to host Fieldhouse Kitchen open houses. Or, as I call them, open fieldhouses. It’s my way of still being able to entertain, regardless of how small my apartment is, or how limited my budget may be. Why an open house? Well if I had a party from say, 1–4pm, there…