Brian contends that this blog is as much about the weather as it is about food. I could talk about weather for days, but I try not to indulge too often for fear I’ll bore you. These days though, the chill of winter is inescapable. (Except on the west coast, where it’s apparently summer?) But out here in the east, this winter weather feels right. I want to earn the spring and summer, to make the most of the contrasts and changing seasons. And earning it we are, with highs in the teens and lows in the single digits, we are all getting an education in cold.
All in all, it’s a very good time to have the oven on; twisting the knob is the first essential step for just about everything we make lately. But these cauliflower steaks are more than an excuse to warm things up, they’re also part of a plan. read more »
Not so long ago, I worked in an office. The kind with little cubes and a computer monitor too small to display the spreadsheets I needed to use and a chair hierarchy that provided peons like me a work week of spinal pain and florescent lights hovering way too close. On my last day, I had only a small tote of things to collect. After nearly two years, I hadn’t moved in. I wish I’d thought to take a picture. It would be a great reminder as I try to balance mothering and writing and creative food and family food, that even on the worst days, I’m better off than I was in that awful gray cube. read more »
As CSA shares get underway this year, I know one thing for certain: you are swimming in radishes. And sure, for the first few bunches it’s a delight to cut them up and eat them on the spot with bread and butter or sea salt. But as bunch after bunch begins to pile up, desperation can set in. Never fear, dear reader. The Brooklyn Supper test kitchen is here for you. read more »
Two weeks ago, I spotted a couple of farmers at the market with a sparse table scattered with several quarts of storage apples and a few pints of blueberries. Eager for the first blueberries of the season, I asked how much they were. To which the lady replied, “What blueberries?” And that was funny, because they were right there. I indicated the blueberries and politely said, “These,” and she said “Oh, those blueberries. They’re $5.” Sold. We got them home and they turned out to be the best blueberries anyone on earth has ever had. Since then, I’ve been stalking her farm stand and have only found the storage apples, but I’m not giving up. read more »
Ever since our enormous Penske rolled out of Brooklyn at 11:30pm on a Saturday night, our lives have been something just shy of complete chaos. I’ve been traveling back and forth to NYC over the past week tying up loose ends. It was strange to be back in the city not 48 hours after our exhausted/triumphant exit. But now, we’re really here. The family is settling in, though nearly any task includes endless searching through a boxes and bags, rifling through these papers or those, or opening this drawer and then that one. I feel a little like we’re all just wandering in circles in this unfamiliar space. After one of the most intense and exhausting weeks of my life spent getting out of New York, I am a little bummed to face the fact that moving into a place is hard too. read more »
This weekend I had a lesson about the things food cannot do. Sometimes, no matter how many pancakes, or sweet apples, or pieces of homemade fried chicken and coconut pie there are, things are going to go off the rails. Tired and cranky can trump even the crispiest breading, even the flakiest dough. Sometimes, kids are gonna be kids and there’s nothing you can do about it. read more »