Our pasta is going Greek (yogurt).
Read more: Pasta with Yogurt and Caramelized Onions - Genius Recipe at Food52.
I spent a solid 6 minutes this afternoon staring at the photo. Need to make soooooon.
Salty Peanut Butter Cookies (recipe via @mollyorangette)
This past Sunday as I tucked into a corner booth and stared straight down at a jar full of molten cake cake I knew in an instant that I would love everything Autumn Martin does and stands for. A little internet diving has since confirmed this suspicion. (Previously Head Chocolatier at Theo! Launched a Kickstarter to help build her shop and have it certified as organic! Wears really great earrings!)
Once we polished off that cake I could’ve easily tucked away a s’mores bar, a butter beer, and one of those cookies but the ounce of better judgement I carry with me argued otherwise. Luckily I found some replicable Hot Cakery over on Orangette.
FALL BUCKET LIST II
"If you say "pumpkin spice latte" in the mirror three times a white girl in yoga pants will appear and tell you why she loves fall."
But fall is, like, the best. I get swoony over summer because all of a sudden it’s easy to feel 19 again (in a good way) but fall is ultimately where it’s at. Pumpkin, all those leaves, boots & blazers…let’s do this thing.
Populence(Oct. 13) Vineteria(Oct. 11) Intelligentsia Coffee(Nov. 2) The Blue Stove(Sept. 27) Chuko(Nov. 19) Milk & Cookies(Sept. 8) Scratchbread(Nov. 9)
Cashew Brownie Bites(Sept. 8) Biscoff Cinnamon Chip Ice Cream(Dec. 3) Pumpkin Ice Cream(Oct. 2) Apple Cider Doughnuts(Nov. 10) Apple Spiced Bourbon(Oct. 1) Caramelized Onion, Gruyere, Bacon, Pepper Pizza(Oct. 31)
- Egg bagels (Scratched, i live in NYC. I don’t need to make bagels.)
The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P(Nov. 5) Turn Around Bright Eyes(Nov. 10) The Sound of Things Falling(Dec. 5) Fancy mags: Cherry Bombe(Nov 17) & Matchbook(Sept. 8) Daily Rituals(Sept. 22) The Paris Wife(Sept. 25)
Apple Picking(Oct 26) Vermeer, Rembrandt, and Hals: Masterpieces of Dutch Painting from the Mauritshuis at The Frick(Nov. 2) Robert Indiana: Beyond LOVE at The Whitney(Sept. 28) Some sort of Pinteresty DIY(almost crossed off - I’m halfway through this) HANG THINGS ON THE WALLS(Dec. 2) A class at Barry’s Bootcamp(Nov. 15)
Autism Speaks 4M(Sept. 7) Bronx 10M(Sept. 29) Staten Island Half Marathon(Oct. 13) Race to Deliver 4M(Nov. 24)
- Poland Spring Marathon Kickoff 5M (canceled due to nannying)
Austin(Sept 20-22) Philly(Oct. 4-6) Seattle(Oct. 17-20)
X & Happy Listing!
I bake for the pleasure of having a bowl of cookies that I can say, here, have one. I made them. I made them for you.
Last Friday was my final Summer Friday (SOB) and after spending the morning crossing off appointments I decided to try The Chinatown Ice Cream Factory. I still had an eye doctor’s appointment in Union Square but afterward I could walk down Bowery, it would be perfect. Whoops. Wrong. Negative amounts of perfect. What I’d neglected to remember was that a sunny afternoon is no friend to a pair of dilated eyes.
Do you have prescription sunglasses? The doctor wondered.
Oh no, but I’ll be fine. Just in and out of the subway. I assured her.
Upon exiting the office I reacted like one of those ants in a Raid commercial, hands to the face, crouching down into a ball in the middle of 14th street, an audible shriek escaping my gritted teeth before I got a hold of myself. I had two options: 1) wear my glasses, exposing my poor retinas to the searing sun, or 2) wear my sunglasses sans-contacts, effectively rendering me legally blind. I chose to waft between the two on the endless trek to Canal.
How I managed to get my pathetic self to that ice cream shop is something I’ll never know. It’s entirely possible that I ran face-first into a fresh fish stand. It’s also probably not an exaggeration to say that I apologized 45 times in the span of three blocks. Thank goodness for the kindness of strangers and thank goodness for that ice cream (I opted for almond cookie) which made it all worthwhile.
Moral of the story: I managed to navigate through Chinatown in all its smelly, crowded glory with one eye closed, the other squinted halfway shut, and both arms batting the air in front of me. I was not mugged and/or abducted, not even once. New York truly is a friendly place.
I made these (well, the salmon and the salsa) on Tuesday at 11pm (post-Yankee game). The whole ordeal took 20 minutes tops and half the recipe made more than enough for two days of lunches.
Two thumbs up.