Month: November 2008
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Why, why on earth would I be telling you folks something about coleslaw right now? I mean, it's the day before Thanksgiving, it's cold outside, we're all running around like chickens with our heads cut off, in disbelief that we actually need to buy 4 more sticks of butter, another pound of potatoes and 2…
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Okay! It’s a big week. Is everyone ready? I’m in charge of a vegetable, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and a pie this year and I’m just itching to get started. It’s going to be a delicate dance: there’s only one oven at Ben’s mother’s house and the turkey obviously gets precedence, so I’m going to…
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Remember when I went to San Francisco back in September? I had this great lunch at A16 whilst there and I realized I never told you about it. Seriously wonderful. My lunch companion and I shared a plate of burrata dabbed with this amazing chili oil – the recipe is in the cookbook – and…
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I came into an inordinate amount of ricotta last week. Tubs worth, really. Some from Di Palo, some of this stuff. How on earth do I work my way through it all?* Short of making ricotta cheesecake (because I just don't feel like cheesecake in November, do you?), I've been throwing spoons of ricotta in…
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I am simply pathetic. NaBloPoMoWha? Sorry, folks, the ball has been royally dropped. I’d tell you all my very good excuses for why, but who really cares? I’m just going to pick up and keep going as if nothing happened. Won’t you play along? After all, I have to tell you about how I’ve managed…
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I've been doing this thing lately where I try to spend less than five dollars on lunch during the week. It's more difficult than you'd think, though perhaps not to those of you who work in Manhattan. A slice place opened up near me recently advertising one-dollar slices of pizza, which worked once or twice,…
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Creamed tomatoes on toast – it just sounds too dreamy, doesn't it? I have visions of sitting in a nursery and tucking into this and a mug of tea while a stern but loving governess speaks nasally about my table manners and tut tuts periodically. And while it really does seem promising, from Simon Hopkinson…
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With 3 minutes remaining in this day, this one must be short and sweet. Perhaps I'll even attempt a poem. I warn you, it's going to get ugly. Sweet potato, cubedstar anise and onions, sweatingmagic wand liquidizesturns to orange velvetwhat was once hard as stone Never mind, that's bad. The soup, though, very nice. Especially…
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I have three minutes to write this post before I fall asleep on the couch and I don't want to break NaBloPoMo right in the very first week, for Pete's sake. Give me seven days at least. The emotion and the nerves from the past few weeks, wait, months, wait, oh hell, years seem to…
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