Month: September 2007

  • Hmmm. Okay. I think I know what you're thinking. But you try and scramble eggs mixed with soy sauce and see if you don't end up with a plate full of, well, brownish-brackish-looking slop. Thank goodness there are those little bits and pieces of pink shrimp to brighten things a bit, but still, I know…

  • It’s been 58 days since we moved. And though the kitchen was largely unpacked for the past 54 of those days, I’ve felt strange about showing it to you. Maybe because it still felt so new and unfamiliar, or maybe because it hasn’t felt entirely ready. But with my mother here this week, rearranging cabinets…

  • Yes, it’s true, dear readers. I was on The Martha Stewart Show, along with Sarah and Sebastian, Deb, and these charming folks. It was a surreal experience, as you might well imagine, but a lovely one, too. And even though Martha thinks my blog is called Weds Chef (as might many of her viewers now,…

  • In the blink of an eye, my melancholy about the end of summer evaporated – poof! – like the puff of steam rising off a cup of coffee in the cold. I think it might have something to do with our Sunday – the day that started out with cozy, chocolate-studded rolls on the couch,…

  • Sometimes – do you know those mornings? – all you want is a truly trashy breakfast. No ascetic shreds of wheat in a bowl with thin, blue milk, no virtuous globes of fruit cut up into a stern puddle of white yogurt, no hard-boiled egg eaten, hurriedly, on the way to the train. Some mornings,…

  • Hello, hello, it's me, I'm back; though, of course, I wasn't really gone, just swept up in a whirlwind of work, dinners out every night, and get-togethers with out-of-town friends in for their biannual visits to this city of ours. The company was, every night, more memorable than the meal, except for a plate of…

  • Many of you have written to ask about the archiving of past posts and recipes. Here's the deal: on the left-hand side of the site, right over there, that's it, are the monthly archives. If you click on the general archive link, it takes you a page where you not only can browse through all…

  • Oh yes. You know what this is. Don't you? I think you do. Plump Bomba rice, ripe tomatoes, heavy with juice, spiky and fragrant saffron, smoky, powdery pimenton, a splash of wine and blistering oven heat – all of these things add up to a white flag, waved by yours truly. The minute I laid…

  • I wanted to do my best not to sigh all over this post, but I'm afraid I can't help myself. Summer is over and I'm just not ready. We went upstate for the long weekend, to Beacon, where we lounged and lazed and marveled at the weather and wondered where the time went. Wasn't it…