Rosemary Creamed Corn


This blog is about to get corny.

See what I did there? I know, I know.

Puns and corny jokes are kind of my thing! I get that from my Momma. She was the Queen.

So, my birthday is on Saturday, and, well it’s a big one. The big 3-0. It’s not that I’m sad about leaving my 20’s…

Ok, that’s a lie.

Maybe I’m a little sad about leaving my 20’s. Continue reading

Cape May Lobster Rolls


Or maybe I should say, “lawbstah rolls.” That’s how my grandfather would have said it.

My Pop-Pop Genovese, along with several of his brothers, and my uncle Mark all made their living as commercial fisherman.   My maternal great grandparents emigrated from Sicily in the early 1900’s to Gloucester, Massachusetts, a fishing village made famous by the book and movie “The Perfect Storm.

Back in the swingin’ sixties, Pop-Pop and two of his brothers purchased their own fishing vessel, “The White Dove,” and uprooted their families from Gloucester to Cape May, NJ in pursuit of a better opportunity.  Continue reading

Watermelon Gazpacho


It’s been a little weird not having a kitchen. But, honestly, not as weird as I had expected. Actually, it’s been kinda fun.

Well, we’re not living completely kitchenless. That wasn’t an option. We need to at least be able to make coffee in the morning. So I created a mini-kitchen, of sorts, in the living room.

We stuck the fridge in a corner, and next to it, a table with all the essentials: a cutting board, my knives, a French press, a tea pot, a toaster oven, a Nutribullet, and even a hot plate that doubles as a turn table when the sun goes down. Continue reading

Where Fruit Flies go to Die


We interrupt this stream of tomato chatter to bring you an ingenious solution to a problem that seems unavoidable this time of year. Well, only if you keep boatloads of sweet summer produce on your counters.

You may currently be suffering from fruit flies. Symptoms include: seeing tiny specks in front of your eyes, feelings of severe irritation and annoyance, excessive cleaning of the kitchen, and the absolute worst: finding larvae crawling on your precious hand picked fruits.

Shudder. Even the word larvae gives me the heebie jeebies. When it gets to this point, you know you have a problem. Continue reading

French Tomato Tart

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It’s official: I no longer have a kitchen.

I know, man. It’s a lot to wrap my head around.

Last week, I woke up dreaming about this beautiful French tomato tart that I had made a few years ago. You guys dream about food, too, don’t you?

It had a crispy, buttery crust, tangy Dijon mustard, perfectly ripe tomatoes, and big rounds of creamy goat cheese – that to the unknowing eye looked a little more like seared scallops than cheese (oops, sorry Chaser). Continue reading

For the Love of Tomatoes

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tomato love.

A little over one year ago, I started this blog as an outlet to write about my ridiculous fascination with food.

Then, I took a brief hiatus to film a little show called Food Network Star, and spent the last 11 weeks writing recaps about each episode. That was cool and all, but I’m really excited to get back to writing about what this blog was originally intended for: FOOD! Continue reading

It’s ALL Good! Coley’s Food Network Star Finale Recap


the band is back together. Source:

Well, it’s all over. And, I didn’t win. Womp, womp.

But, hey, it’s ok!

When Bob Tuschman opened the red envelope and announced that I had come in third, Emma immediately ran over and threw her arms around me. If you watch my lips closely, you can see me whisper to her, “It’s all good!”

Because, it really is. Continue reading