Drinking Plums with Friends / Croatian Plum Tart

Drinking Plums with Friends / Croatian Plum Tart

No matter the light that entered my family’s house, no matter which of my father’s houses that the light entered; if a holiday morning,  a quiet Sunday, a winter’s chill,  or after one of my mother’s European midday meals– My family’s Croatian link was Sljivovica.…

City of the Prairie

City of the Prairie

A Companion Essay to Cevapcici Feast Day By Maryana Lucia Vestic Cevapcici recipes found here Outskirts The crumbling facade of the apartment block stood idle under the pale Bosnian morning. No shadows existed, whether made by the Igman mountain, the remaining scorched birch trees, or…

Rod Serling, Reminiscence, and Red Sauce (New Years Eve Sausage Ziti)

Rod Serling, Reminiscence, and Red Sauce (New Years Eve Sausage Ziti)

A Journey Into Time As I crack open the window in the pentagon shaped living room, the room that feels like a cabin on a ship perched high in the trees above the street, I feel cold, but no wind. There is a soft, periwinkle…

Croatian / Dalmatian Shrimp & Risotto

Croatian / Dalmatian Shrimp & Risotto

A Christmas Eve Tradition Christmas Eve in Westchester, 1985. It was our last Christmas in the only home I had ever known in life and childhood, the big California style house on the hill, the one with modern additions thanks to my Croatian born father’s…

Irish Comfort (Beef & Guinness Stew)

Irish Comfort (Beef & Guinness Stew)

On Raglan Road On Raglan Road, in DECEMBER…I sat on the soft, blue upholstered seats of the Ballsbridge bus from central Dublin. I picked it up across the street from the Trinity College wall facing, Westmoreland Street? The one that connected the main way of…

Red Wine Braised Short Rib Ragu with Swiss Chard and Pappardelle (European Style)

Red Wine Braised Short Rib Ragu with Swiss Chard and Pappardelle (European Style)

Rush Hour As I slam my car door shut, I look down the hilly street towards the waters off Bay Ridge, which I can only just see if I arch my head over from the balcony. Just as when I lived in Red Hook, the…

Burek: The King of Street Food

Burek: The King of Street Food

A History (or lack of) I have a confession to make. My mother never made a Burek in her life. I never ate Burek growing up, even though our family prepped, cooked, baked, and consumed all manner of Croatian feasts. In 1982, after our summer…

Turkish Eggs Menemen

Turkish Eggs Menemen

Brunch Stories This story, like most great dishes, begins with a confluence of life and food. In the case of Shakshouka, which likely originated in Tunisian North African cuisine, the eggs are the star of the show–cracked whole into the waves of a tomato sauce…

Napoli vs. New York Lasagna

Napoli vs. New York Lasagna

A History of Lasagna Growing up in Westchester, my Queens-Croatian mother made lasagna on the regular. It was delicious, and most fondly remembered in the 1980’s. Ronzoni lasagna sheets that she draped over the sides of the tall pasta pot to dry out after cooking,…

Welcome to The Storied Spoon

Welcome to The Storied Spoon

The Storied Spoon is a warm, inviting hearth full of experience, authenticity, and humor. And some lovely photos to boot. Guides to sweet and savory baking and comfort foods is at your disposal. Learn more by subscribing to our newsletter and connecting with The Storied…