eater.
Dan was recently interviewed by Eater, and divulged some of our favorite NYC spots, as well as our prized Michigan find. “Cheque” it out! (Perhaps paella should grace these pages soon…) Continue reading eater.
spicy tamarind balls.
Tusia (the other half of vvitalny) has been bringing tiny clear plastic boxes of tamarind balls to rehearsal lately and we’re addicted. They’re so intriguing and incredibly satisfying – sour, with a touch of heat. We can’t get enough. Tamarind is an interesting food – it’s indigenous to Africa but when we started to think about it, we realized it’s in practically every cuisine we … Continue reading spicy tamarind balls.
memories. or, shepherd’s pie & snickers bars.
We recently acquired the Alice B. Toklas cookbook, and haven’t been able to put it down. It’s full of satisfying stories and imaginative recipes, both delicious. Tales of two World Wars, France, the US in the ’30s, Gertrude Stein. It’s just delightful. We’re only sorry to not have come to it sooner. We’ve come to the chapter titled Treasures, and Alice opens it by asking … Continue reading memories. or, shepherd’s pie & snickers bars.
candied cherry & almond 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.
the superbowl.
Ah, the Super Bowl. We’re not quite sure what all the fuss is about. Really. There’s something so unappealing about watching large men with protruding bellies in shiny spandex lumber about and fall on each other in some hilarious attempt to move a few yards. It’s graceless and, frankly, boring. How is it possible that four quarters takes four hours? Isn’t “quarter” like, 15 minutes … Continue reading the superbowl.
torta de merengue.
We can see it now: Clara’s abuela, standing in her cool stone and ceramic kitchen in Córdoba, worn white apron tied around her waist, slowly, ever so slowly, patiently, ever so patiently, pouring a steady, remarkably steady, thin stream of sparkling white sugar into a bowlful of mountainous egg whites. She makes it seem effortless, and in some ways it is, having done it so … Continue reading torta de merengue.
glühwein
It snowed in New York this weekend! Finally! After a freak October snowstorm, we’ve had nothing but strings of 50+ degree days alternating with bitterly cold, bleak ones. Disconcerting and frustrating. How can it be winter in the Northeast without those brilliant snowy days that justify baking and braising? ‘Twas a lovely morning for a walk, to the Greenmarket to drop off our compost (new … Continue reading glühwein
pickles (spicy carrots & orange fennel).
Mornings in Warsaw we’d step into the biting cold and cross the underpass to the bodega wedged up besides Bazar Rozyckiego, where we’d get a tub of pickles – enough to feed a crowd who loves pickles so much that they´d eat 3 apiece before 10am – for just a little over one American dollar. When we returned to New York, no amount of deli … Continue reading pickles (spicy carrots & orange fennel).
lisbon. munich. warsaw.
We spent the last two weeks working our way east across Europe. Stepkids had a tour that ended in Lisbon and vvitalny had a performance in Warsaw ten days later. With a little luck and some family members well-positioned for visiting, we were on our way, each step taking us deeper into our stock of warm winter weather wear. From pastéis de belém to pretzels … Continue reading lisbon. munich. warsaw.
lebkuchen.
*note: this entry updated in Dec 2012. In Munich a few weeks back, our (American) friend and Clara’s (German) uncle got into a to-us-ridiculous debate about whether gingerbread was lebkuchen. Elizabeth maintained it was; Eckhart was adamant it wasn’t. We were at the holiday market in Marienplatz, poking through cookie cutters, and had come across some tiny gingerbread men (we bought ourselves a wooden owl … Continue reading lebkuchen.
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