poached eggs and skillet toast with jalapeño fennel salad

poached eggs, skillet toast and jalapeño fennel salad // brooklyn supperThis post is sponsored by Tabasco. Thanks for supporting the sponsors that make Brooklyn Supper possible!

On a hot summer Saturday eight years ago, Brian and I went to Prune for brunch. Like every meal I ever had at Prune, it was epic. (Lots of places in NYC phone it in when it comes to brunch, Prune, however, is not messing around.) But the reason I remember that brunch in particular is that Prune is teeny tiny. And, well, I was not. I was 41 weeks pregnant with a baby girl who in short order would come into the world at an impressive 9 pounds 10 ounces. Being full-term and all, I needed to go to the bathroom at least twice during our brunch and this meant that literally half the tables in the restaurant had to stand up to let me through. After brunch, Brian and I went on a walk all the way around the southern tip of Manhattan, and back up through Tribeca and on to Union Square. (The adventure was an ill-fated attempt to walk myself into labor.)

All these years later, I’m glad we went to brunch that day and enjoyed our last childless meal at a restaurant. [Read more…]

mozzarella baked eggs with zucchini and tabasco green sauce

mozzarella baked eggs with zucchini // brooklyn supperThis post is sponsored by Tabasco. Thanks for supporting Brooklyn Supper’s sponsors!

Over the summer, I took to working mostly in the evenings. I’d wait for the sun to tip below our neighbor’s house, throwing a lovely golden light over the spot where I take pictures. I’d rush to get everything set up and then snap photos for an hour or so. Sometimes, I’d be thwarted by an evening storm, family, chaos, or poor timing, but I mostly got my shots.

Now, the light is changing – the sun’s tilting southward and each day I’m encountering shifting shadows and weird light. It’s also increasingly unacceptable for my photography schedule to push dinner back past 8 (the kids have school and all). The summer rhythm is dissipating, and though I’m glad for fall, I’m having a hard time letting go of the long days and beautiful light. [Read more…]

honey cornmeal waffles with blackberry syrup

honey cornmeal waffles with blackberry syrup // brooklyn supper

I’m not having a productive summer and it’s getting worse. Despite waking up late most mornings, I’ve now napped two days in a row. My coffee game is off. Getting work done feels like it depends on some strange alchemy. If I sit in the right spot, glasses cleaned and aligned just so, and the coffee’s fresh, maybe I’ll make progress? Nope. I wander out to the garden instead.

Billowing thunderheads, the deafening roar of the cicadas, minuscule progressions in the growth of my watermelons (you guys – I’m growing watermelons!), all seem far more important than work right now.  [Read more…]

strawberry balsamic jam

strawberry balsamic jam // brooklyn supper

In my heart, I’m a meanderer. During a quiet morning at home, if things are going well, I’m fully immersed in at least three tasks at once, wandering between each one as my interest shifts. In my art, I gravitate toward the endless possibilities of oil painting and fell hard for process-driven printmaking. I even made photography complicated, opting for handmade paper, pinhole cameras, and painted-on emulsion. [Read more…]

smoked salmon toasts with dill and cream cheese

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smoked salmon toasts with dill and cream cheese // brooklyn supper
In grad school, I lived in Boston’s Beacon Hill, a neighborhood that can now claim to be the unlikely former home of Ted Kennedy, Sylvia Plath, John Kerry, and me in my art student days. Although I felt out of place, I adored the worn brick sidewalks and the view of a picturesque courtyard from my tiny basement studio. I loved to entertain, and would invite way too many people over to sit on my floor and eat beans (or something else that fit my limited budget). This haphazard dinner party style followed me all through my many East Coast moves, to apartments of varying sizes, all with mismatched chairs that were uncomfortable and too few. I’ve been under the impression that I love throwing parties ever since. [Read more…]

olive oil carrot bread with candied carrots

olive oil carrot bread with candied carrots // brooklyn supperOver dinner, she asks, “If you could be anyone, who would it be?” Before she and her sister were born, I might have entertained the idea, but now, I wouldn’t change a thing. Understanding the improbability of it all, she says that I can have them and Brian and still be someone else. I say, “Someone rich, I guess.” But then I can’t think of anyone rich or brilliant I’d really want to be. I can’t think of another life I’d trade for my stressful, messy, chaotic one. (Surely, some more intensive thought might turn up the ideal life – if only based on location; in the moment, though, this is how is was.)  [Read more…]

cornmeal pancakes with honey orange syrup + a brown eggs and jam jars giveaway

cornmeal pancakes with honey orange syrup // brooklyn supperWhen I began this blog, summer was without a doubt my favorite season for food. I looked forward to summer highlights like piles of stone fruit, ripe tomatoes, and sweet corn all year long. But lately, I find spring is my favorite season. I love the anticipation and finding a new ingredient available each week, especially after so many months of the same roots and hardy greens. First there are chives, followed by green garlic, then ramps, lettuce, asparagus, and finally, strawberries. For years now, as I’ve savored these moments at my own farmer’s market or in my garden, I’ve also enjoyed experiencing the spring awakening through my friend Aimée.

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gluten-free buckwheat pancakes with grapefruit maple syrup

gluten-free buckwheat pancakes with grapefruit maple syrup // brooklyn suppergluten-free buckwheat pancakes with grapefruit maple syrup // brooklyn supperDuring my eighties childhood, a halved grapefruit appeared in the breakfast portion of any diet’s sample menu. My family took that as a cue, I think, and served up these healthy halves of grapefruit, too. Except, in a move that definitely undid whatever health benefits the fruit had, the adults spooned a modest sprinkling of sugar onto their grapefruit, while I dumped a good-sized mound onto the same. As a rule, we should be wary of a fruit that requires sugar to consume.

We should also be wary of a fruit whose most popular varieties have been chosen because of how well they ship and store rather than how good they taste. Where grapefruits are concerned, the emphasis has long been on ease of distribution. But those of us who like to eat (even in winter) are lucky that grapefruit technology has come a long way. Better distribution, producers who understand that people want flavor too, and a general upscaling of everything mean that flavorless grapefruits have mostly gone the way of mealy Red Delicious apples. (Even if the bad rep they earned seems to linger.) [Read more…]

brown sugar and cinnamon baked french toast

brown sugar and cinnamon baked french toast // brooklyn supperIt’s Christmas Eve. As I sit here, sipping a cup of coffee in preparation for my final shopping trip (um, it turns out I probably shouldn’t have procrastinated quite so much), I’m planning the lunch we’re hosting later today. On the menu, a selection of all the most festive libations from eggnog to cider to Prosecco to hot chocolate (peppermint schnapps included), Edwards country ham, buttermilk biscuits, and a green salad. Please try not to be concerned that I actually just listed four cocktails and only three edibles. Moderation, we’re into it.

I hope you’ve landed wherever you’re going this holiday. May your mug be full of something warming and wonderful, and may all the best, most beautiful things about the season shine through.  [Read more…]

poached eggs and rainbow chard on sourdough toast

poached eggs and rainbow chard on sourdough toast // brooklyn supperWith a chill in the night air and a few recent professional disappointments, the past couple weeks have been a time for long, hot showers. At night, the bathroom all steamy, I listen to the BBC News, which focuses on Africa in the evening and often serves as a reminder that, with my safe home and clean water, I’m still ahead by more than any of us deserve. No one can blame me for being rooted in my own life –– it’s an essential part of being human –– but remembering that all I have is mine by chance is good way to keep things in check. [Read more…]