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…

Roasted Smashed Sweet Potatoes

I get asked a lot for side dish ideas. Sure, you may have your main protein in mind, but sometimes it becomes difficult to pair up other smaller dishes to complete your meal. That’s why it’s important to have staples — in other words, your go-to side dishes that work well with just about anything. I make sweet potatoes…

BLOG | Dinner: How to Fall in Love

I remember the first time a guy ever cooked for me. I remember the music, the hor d’oeuvres (yes, he actually put out snacks before the meal), and I remember the way the table was transformed from its everyday look to something more special: covered with newspaper. Lobster accouterments like crackers and small forks were casually…

BLOG | 5 Tips for Entertaining, Even in Small Spaces

It’s no secret: I love to entertain. I love everything from choosing a platter for serving snacks to crafting clever invitations. When a friend of mine contacted me for some cooking and entertaining advice. The conversation went more or less something like this: “Rebecca, I had some drinks last night*. And I think I told him**…