Strawberry Snapper Ceviche

I was never good at art growing up. I can still remember the day in 5th grade when my teacher saw my painstaking rendition of a Garfield comic that I had drawn the night before, and turned to the class to say, “Hey look! It’s the Boogie Man!” I like to refer to that day…

Za’atar Trout | Red Lentil Hummus | Harissa-Spiced Chimichurri

I interned at a refugee resettlement agency in Nashville during my college years, and my assignments often took me to the outskirts of the city to visit family’s from all over the world. Nashville is one of the top resettlement cities in the country, and although the exploding development is jeopardizing communities just outside of…

Coffee-Rubbed Pork Loin | Spinach & Cannellini Bean Sautée | Balsamic Berry Coulis

Looking back, I think my first time I saw “coffee rub” on a menu, I was probably too young to actually drink coffee. Still, I have a feeling that my first bite (likely taken off of my sister’s plate) set off a web of new connections in my brain. That bite was a game-changer. Suddenly, nothing–and everything–made sense. Coffee, a dark drink for “grown ups” could somehow become part of dinner, no styrofoam cups in sight. What’s more–it was delicious.