Well, it didn’t arrive in time for Christmas, but someone sure does love his new Orvis bed!
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The best mac and cheese, ever?
Seeing how my new boyfriend Cyril Lignac didn’t let me down with his mouth-watering bistro burgers, I decided to try another of his recipes. This one was for Joue de boeuf braisée aux épices douces, gratin de macaronis au vieux parmesan, which is roughly braised beef cheek with spices, and a macaroni gratin, or–as I like to call it: fancy-ass macaroni and cheese.
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On German Kitchens
It’s settled: we’re going German. For our new kitchen design, that is.
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The Million-Dollar Egg Idea
I came up with the most brilliant idea for an invention that would surely skyrocket me to super-stardom. OK, maybe not, but at least it would pad my wallet for a bit. But, alas, as my husband pointed out to me, it already exists (for something called oeuf à la coque or what we Americans call a soft-boiled egg–no, not egg of the cock, get your head out of the gutter). What a buzz kill.
Congolese Coffee, A Good Thing?
One of the major advantages of my work du jour is that I come home smelling, no, reeking, of coffee. The roasting smoke infuses into my hair and my clothes. As freshly roasted and ground coffee is one of my favorite smells, I LOVE it, even though I’m pretty sure people on the train wonder why I bathe in coffee. I can even wipe a finger across my face and feel fine coffee granules coating my skin. Here’s hoping it’s good for the complexion!
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Not the eel’s fault!
Confession: I feel guilty for posting that video of the ill-fated eel. Clearly, I have too much time on my hands (blame the commute!). But I don’t want people to think that I find humor in animal cruelty (I love animals!!!)–though it is an amusing clip. But, here’s my rationale for anyone who now thinks I am a monster:
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If Julia Child Were French…
Seeing that I’m on a food kick right now (ahhh, the holidays) and in total denial of having to go back to work tomorrow (boo!), I thought I’d share with you this video of a French TV chef beating the shit out of an eel.
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Figgy Figs with Stilton and Honey and a Kir Petillant
At first glance it’s easy to think that the British are obsessed with “puddings” (called “pudds” for short, which never fails to crack me up). But it’s merely a generic term for desert. I have no clue what figgy pudding is, and have never actually seen it on a menu despite it being one of those things that you hear about. Well, I don’t have a sweet tooth, so I prepared our figs with the fairly common blue-cheese combo. My recipe follows. Every ingredient is delicious in its own right but, together, they’re beyond divine. Plus, I love anything easy that doesn’t dirty dishes or require actual cooking.
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Steve Martin Can Have My Hamburger Any Day
Steve Martin is one of my creativity heroes, even though I maintain that his best film work came courtesy of The Jerk. I’ve read all of his novellas and despite the uniqueness and freshness of each story, his honest, simple voice is unmistakable on every page. Even the one I was more-than-slightly underwhelmed by (An Object of Beauty) remained beyond original and fun. He’s a comedic genius, insightful, sensitive and eccentric, and plays a mean banjo. Swoon.
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Lychees and Macarons
I have a love-hate relationship with French food. On the one hand, it is at once both glorious decadence and farm-fresh simplicity. On the other hand, I almost always get uncontrollable diarrhea. All in all, totally worth it!
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