February 16th, 2015
I always have trouble when I have to make a choice between too many good options. This applies whether I am selecting a paint color for my dining room, or a pair of black sandals, or a recipe for a chocolate dessert. In a paroxysm of indecision, I will bring home seven paint samples from Benjamin Moore, buy four pairs of sandals at Bloomingdale’s, and make two desserts instead of one. Read More
February 13th, 2015
I had it on that list I have titled, “Things to do on a really slow day.” (As opposed to others I keep handy like my “To do when you have a ten minute window” and “To put off as long as possible” lists.) It was a recipe involving a thing called a pomelo. Read More
January 31st, 2015
Okay, so after all that prepping I did (described here in case you had something better to do than read my previous post) for what de Blasio said would be the end of the world last week, I was pretty disappointed by Juno’s lack of spunk. (Hey, Juno, have you met Sandy?) Snowmageddon was to have peaked on Tuesday, but Tuesday was snooze-day, a no-news day.
And there I was with my hair all done and my nails perfect, presentable in case my body was found frozen stiff in a snow bank on Columbus Avenue.
I did not want all that effort at to go to waste. (So rarely do I have my beauty shit together.) Restaurants, by 10 a.m. no longer intimidated by the storm-that-wasn’t, were open, and I decided to go get a dosa.
I was only recently introduced to the dosa, which is basically a very large crepe wrapped around ingredients that you may select—vegetables, eggs, cheese, chicken, whatever—which is offered with a selection of chutneys. If you want to make it at home, here’s how. I am too lazy to do this so I go just go around the corner to Hampton Chutney and leave the cooking to them.
The dosa is as big as big as de Blasio’s forearm and makes a very satisfying meal after being up all night wondering why the world did not seem to be ending. I’m actually glad it didn’t. I get to eat more dosas.
January 9th, 2015
So far I have kept my New Year’s resolution to eat healthy. (Okay, so maybe except for the wine and a little chocolate.) This commitment includes a granola breakfast. (Later in the day, the menu gets very green.) Read More
November 26th, 2014
I stumbled into Gastronomie 491 on Columbus Avenue after hours of pre-turkey shopping and there was an angel there handing out samples of Jenni’s ice cream to exhaustoids like myself. Read More
November 20th, 2014
There’s lots of good news about these spicy nuts: 1. You can bring them to a party as a hostess gift and they will love them and not really compute how little effort went into making them. 2. You can make them way in advance, as much as two weeks. Just don’t do what I have been known to do and forget that you made them two weeks ago and go tearing around on the day of the party making them all over again. Read More
November 16th, 2014
I am all about kabocha squash.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I do have other obsessions, but today it’s squash. Read More
November 11th, 2014
So it’s Thanksgiving and you’re already irritable just thinking about the cooking tasks that lie ahead of you. You wish that it was your sister-in-law who was the one cooking, as usual, but she is bailing this year and going to Paris (where they have lousy pumpkin pie, by the way). So there you are with the piles of sweet potatoes and cranberries, getting crabbier by the minute. Read More
October 26th, 2014
I went into Edelweiss Chocolates in Beverly Hills, not to buy chocolates but to buy their white Jordan almonds which I always keep handy in a silver sugar bowl.
“That’s it?” the lady behind the cash register said, casting her eyes in the direction of the case full of beautiful chocolate confections.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I said. Read More
October 21st, 2014
It’s time to celebrate the football season!
Well, actually, if you are like me, you pretend to celebrate the football season, when what really drives your excitement is the excuse to eat the food associated with the sport. (Think bean dip.) Read More