We brought, as is our want, ice cream to our recent Green Dinner Redux. It was a natural choice: having recently experimented with matcha in sweets, we were eager to try our hand at green tea ice cream, and what better opportunity to parade matcha’s showstopping color than at a dinner in honor of said color? The ice cream was easy, just your basic custard … Continue reading matcha green tea ice cream & homemade matcha sprinkles.
Black sesame ice cream — which we first fell for at the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory (along with pandan coconut ice cream!) — is one of our favorite flavors. Rich and complex, yet dry and never that sweet, it’s the perfect treat when we’re searching for something a little out of the ordinary. When we saw Max’s version on Serious Eats, we just had to make … Continue reading black sesame ice cream.
The recently-discovered Bangkok Center Grocery has been an unending source of tasty surprises. First, it carries tamarind candies, which we attempted to make ourselves back in March. And second, it has fresh pandan leaves and frozen coconut milk! Pandan, according to Clara’s former Singaporean roommate, is the “vanilla of the East”, insofar as it’s used in the same way and with the same frequency. But it’s … Continue reading pandan coconut ice cream.
A walk through the greenmarket these days is a feast for the senses — wooden pallets overflowing with crisp snap peas and the first of summer’s sweet corn, piles of rhubarb and cherries, fragrant trays of seedlings for the planting, fresh bread, ostrich eggs the size of one’s head, jars of golden honey, brightly color flowers, and lavender. So much lavender. So much lavender, we … Continue reading honey lavender ice cream.
No F train + lunch on the Lower East Side this President’s Day made for an unexpected detour through Chinatown. Though we were late, we couldn’t help but slow our pace as we weaved through the throngs of midday shoppers along Grand St. We just love Chinatown. There’s always something new to see, to touch, to smell. It’s messy and overwhelming and sensory and marvelous. … Continue reading candied cherry & almond ice cream.
For a Halloween-themed dinner this past Sunday (where we were the only ones who took to the theme, our own admittedly, of wearing black to eat orange…) we were charged with bringing dessert. The only requirement for said dessert was its color – orange – which left us with the obvious choice of making something pumpkin-y. The next obvious choice, pie, seemed a little uninspired. … Continue reading spicy gingersnaps + pumpkin ice cream (sandwiches).
For various and sundry reasons, our fire escape garden has, perhaps permanently, moved indoors. It’s not all that bad, in the end. On one hand, our tiny kitchen is desperately short of floor space but on the other it smells deliciously of mint and basil, and the closeness allows for easy delighting in the budding progress of our jalapeños and habaneros. The smelling-of-mint has us … Continue reading fresh mint & chocolate chip ice cream.
Our local CTown has gone from middle class to new money in the last few months, and I admit I feel a little sorry for it — it’s trying so hard. Yes, flat out judgement: of the faux wooden floor with its painted-on grain (who’s ever seen a grocery store with hard wood floors?) and the faux wall tiling evoking the local subway stop, and … Continue reading boston cream pie.
We were recently gifted a subscription to Kinfolk Magazine (from a lovely friend with lovely intentions who knows us all too well). In Issue 3, the charming Brittany Watson Jepsen and her husband Paul write about a breakfast experiment, which gave us pause. The experiment being: actually having it, breakfast. At home. At a table. We cherish breakfast. Even in August, a month of weddings … Continue reading iced coffee.
Ah, summers in New York! Makes me think of sticky nights (hugging a fan by an open window), the squeal of neighbors splashing in open fire hydrants, and the pervasive ditty of the ice cream truck. Yes, summer in New York makes me think of the ice cream truck, and with good reason — they are everywhere. Whether it’s the quintessential truck of our childhoods, … Continue reading cassata.
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