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Tagseye candy friday
With my return to blogging, it’s a return to some old favorites, like Eye Candy Friday! Here’s shots from the Union Square Greenmarket from this summer.
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WD-50
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People are always asking me for restaurant recommendations in New York City, which is really embarrassing for me. I don’t know the next coolest spot, I haven’t tried all the fancy standards. Normally if I go out to eat, I’m looking for something that maximizes the cheap to tasty ratio, and I don’t have time for the tomfoolery of haute cuisine. (But I wish I had the disposable income to partake in both!)
Last night, however, I was lucky enough to go to WD-50, Wiley Dufresne’s molecular gastronomic restaurant on the Lower East Side (which, truth be told, is not new in the slightest), with a friend. And we went whole-hog, getting the tasting menu—all 11 courses and then petit fours. We happily analyzed every bite, picking apart the components before assembling them on our forks. Some courses blew us away, others left us feeling “meh.” And I managed to snag a photo of every course.
TAS
Fresh Direct screwed something up in our last order, and they sent us two massive bunches of bananas. We’ve been making Bananas Foster practically daily, but we’ve reached the point where the bananas are nearly molten and it’s time to bake them into something. I was all set to make a recipe I’d found online from a trusted source, but the moment I started in on prep and I started to mash banana flesh, the scent transported me to another time and place.
happy valentine’s day!
I totally get all the cynicism around Valentine’s Day. I get it. Believe me, I hate Hallmark with a firey passion (in fact, I’ve not stepped foot in a Hallmark store since I worked on a book with them 10 years ago), and I don’t even like much chocolate or candy.
Mostly I think Valentine’s Day is funny. Its primary colors are pink and red—and I don’t even like the color pink. But because it’s so singular in its focus, and so completely absurd, I adore it. I always use it as a time to remind my friends and family that I love them—sure, I tell them a lot on a regular basis, but it’s more special today.
So with that, I wish you all lots of love from the bottom of my heart.
And because I’m no scrooge for sweets on Valentine’s day, I made strawberry ice cream for my sweetie, whose favorite ice cream is strawberry. I made this last year and it was so phenomenal, I’ve declared it a tradition that must not be broken.
the year in cooking
Some eat to live; I’ve always lived to eat. I cook a lot, and I take photos of the majority of what I make—I take photos of the majority of what I eat, whether I cooked it or not. Looking back at the pictures, I can relive every bite.