No trip to Argentina would be complete without a trip to El Pan de Azucar — that charming little bakery off the beautiful cobble-stoned Plaza General San Martin in Córdoba — for some colaciones. We can see it now. Glossy stacks of these palm-sized sweets crowd the counters, with their colorful packaging and handwritten signs that make us ache. It’s been two years now since … Continue reading colaciones.
Clara has a guest post — a review of Bushwick market — up on Serious Eats this week! You can read the whole thing here. Continue reading serious eats.
We spend a lot of time making food, and even more time making art, so really, it was just a matter of time before these two things became one. We’ve had monochromatic meals kicking around in our head for ages. As artists and food makers, the challenge of creating an interesting-to-eat, balanced meal within bizarre and essentially arbitrary parameters – such as a single color … Continue reading green.
Easter in my Italo-Argentinean household was unlike that of my friends, growing up. There were no basketfuls of plastic pastel eggs, nestled among shiny strands of green, no pink bunnies with pinker nubs for noses, no neon-colored peeps. There were no hunts for brightly colored jelly beans or tiny chocolates wrapped in crinkly purple and blue. That’s not to say we lacked for sweets (no … Continue reading pansitos para pascua.
Passover is Dan’s favorite Jewish holiday. The story and traditions are so specific and image-conjuring, and the meal so delicious and special, as it’s only made once a year…how can you go wrong? (Clara and her sweet tooth prefer Rosh Hashanah.) A standard component of any Passover sedar is gefilte fish, most often of the Manischewitz variety. We know there are folks out there who … Continue reading gefilte fish.
In the Alice B. Toklas cookbook (whose merits we exalt here), there’s a chapter titled Food in the United States in 1934 and 1935. It opens with an amusing anecdote: “When during the summer of 1934 Gertrude Stein could not decide whether she did or did not want to go to the United States, one of the things that troubled her was the question of … Continue reading (french) onion soup.
We’d been talking about throwing a party since our NYE bash, and we finally decided: it was time. We didn’t have any of the usual excuses: no new place, no new job, it wasn’t either of our birthdays. But, it had been some time since we’d gathered together our circles of wonderful friends, and there’s no better reason than friends to throw a party. So, … Continue reading citrus sables
We fell in love with macarons last summer in Paris – those exquisite confections, light as air yet – mysteriously, magically – delicately crunchy, satisfyingly gooey. With stunning saveurs like hazelnut asparagus, jasmine, and olive oil vanilla, we dream of them, still. Despite our penchant for sucre, we’ve yet to master the macaron. (Let’s be honest, master is too ambitious a goal.) But – lucky for us, … Continue reading macaron day.
Hold the presses! It’s March 14th and despite macabre Shakespearean warnings about tomorrow’s Ides of March, it’s… !!! So. About that global warming thing. Yikes. It’s also, in the oh-so-geeky world of numbers, pi day. Obviously, sun + pi day = sunny pie, and what better fit for such an equation (ack, sorry, couldn’t resist) than a glorious meyer lemon tart from the pages of … Continue reading pi day.
Sunday was the 3rd Annual new music bake sale – an odd, eccentric event that could only have been conceived of and enthusiastically supported by the likes of New York’s “new music” scene. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to attend, as it coincided with the NYC premiere of POPM at Moviehouse. But, given that Clara makes her living from this scene, we felt compelled to send … Continue reading rainbow cookies, u-s-a style.
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