Snowfall Windfall

When life gives you 30 inches of snow, make snow ice cream. Or snow taffy, a.k.a sugar on snow.     

Pasta Project: The Final Chapter

At last, the beautiful, hand-made tricolor pasta from Molly has gone from being admired on the countertop to being devoured on the plate. Tossed it with a cream sauce made with a bit of Asiago cheese leftover from the Savory Cheesecake bake, and added in some smoked chicken.  The fettucine took only took a few…

Pasta Project 2010

I wasn’t really in a shopping mood on this, the most commercial of American weekends, so getting a jump on some of the homemade holiday gifts I was hoping to produce seemed like a good idea. Plus, the husband was amenable to being conscripted into pasta machine cranking duty and, in all seriousness, I couldn’t…

A Thanksgiving Miracle

Kate’s Kitchen, Washington, D.C.—Awoke Thanksgiving morning to a truly miraculous holiday recipe discovery. The Meyer Lemon Posset whipped up the prior evening had set and was ready for tasting. This incredibly simple recipe with the strange name consists of just whipping cream, sugar and lemon juice. After coming to a bare simmer, it sets up…

Not Too Fancy, Always Delicious

Once upon a time, my office mates and I mused about how wonderful it would be to have someone come around in the afternoon to bring us treats—cookies and brownies, just like in grade school. Then, voila! One day a couple of years ago, the Treats Truck started turning up around town, among the first of…

Herbal Innovations, of the Cocktail Variety

My cosmic twin Julianne (born the day after me, the same year, also in the Midwest) has turned her skills as a natural perfumer to mixing up botanically-based cocktails. We worked our way through a sampling of her vodka infusions the other evening, going from Chocolate Mint (using the mint variety, soothing to drink neat), Basil-Black Pepper-Yuzu (a…

No Pie Guy

So my blind date asks me, “What foods don’t you eat?” Taking this seriously—and adding the caveat that I will eat what my hostess serves me regardless of how nauseating I might find it—I list the obvious: tripe, crickets, Lima beans, Jell-O. And mussels, but only because they are the bivalve equivalent of ipecac. (Them…

Love Apples

Picked up these beauties at the Baltimore farmer’s market over the weekend, attracted largely by their names. The big yellow guy is a Nebraska Wedding tomato, an homage to (one of) Kate’s home states.  Only intended to taste a slice when we got back home, but ended up eating the whole thing in one sitting,…

Don’t Get Between Me and My BLT

I loaded up on heirloom tomatoes from the Mt. Pleasant farmers’ market this weekend and have proceeded to eat BLTs (sans the L) every night this week. Obsessive? Maybe. Emblematic of poor eating habits? Judge me as you will. But the tomato season is hurtling to a close and with it goes BLT season. I would…

The Seltzer Man and Huckster Harry

I ran across the local seltzer man making his rounds in the neighborhood this morning.  Ronny’s Seltzer is one of the last soda home-delivery services in NYC, driving around on a flatbed truck laden with old-fashioned glass seltzer bottles. I couldn’t believe me eyes the first time I looked out my window early one Saturday…