Dreyer's new Girl Scout Cookie ice cream flavors
via Serious Eats
I’m kind of an ice cream snob: milk fat content’s too low, too icy, blah blah. So despite the fact that I’m sure I’d be talking crap about the quality of this ice cream base, I have a feeling you wouldn’t be able to hear me with my mouth crammed full of Thin Mint ice cream. Bon bons, my arse. Don’t you want to see my 9+ months preggers butt sitting on the sofa knocking this back from the gallon container? You’d better not say no.
Mmm donuts via Bon Appetit
Super pleased to see that Peter Pan Donuts in Greenpoint, Brooklyn made it onto Andrew Knowlton from Bon Appetit’s list of America’s Best Donuts. Damn, do I miss my daily donut habit from when I lived nearby… chocolate cake, jelly-filled, cinnamon, Boston Cream… When it was Amanda’s birthday, I even took the trip over there to get some for her. Donut heaven.
Couldn't resist the baked beans opener. Beans from Durgin Park were detestable.
I missed the usual Monday Heifers trip last week, using my husband’s trip to Boston to attend a nerd-tastic web design conference, An Event Apart, as an excuse to tag along, visit some friends, and EAT, Boston-style. Read the rest of this entry »
Behind the griddle at Jim's Steaks, Philadelphia
For more images from this trip and other Heifers adventures, check out our photo stream on Flickr.
This Monday Meg and I were New Haven-bound. We laid out a rigorous itinerary of two pizza joints, burgers and ice cream; plotted and printed maps, checked train schedules, and roped in a third heifer, my good buddy Sledge who lives in New Haven. Just to be sure that an 11am arrival wouldn’t be too early, I checked the schedules of the establishments on our itinerary, and…aside from one, they were all closed on Mondays. So it was that we ended up heading toward the safety of Philadelphia, home of multiple 24/7 cheese steak places. Read the rest of this entry »
Um, no thanks…
in the window of a bakery on Avenue J in Brooklyn
xoxo Meg
the fruits of our labor
Having returned from our New Jersey excursion several weeks prior with a 3-pound log [Amanda: Meg, I believe it’s called a schlong. No kidding, I believe it is.] of Taylor Ham in tow, Amanda and I set out to introduce the chefs at No. 7 (the restaurant we both work at) to this salty, porky object of our affections. Read the rest of this entry »
Defonte's signage
For this Monday’s adventure, we planned a simple trip to Woodside, Queens, to sample the much-revered burgers served at Donovan’s Pub. But as I ran a few errands around the neighborhood that morning, enjoying the warmest, most beautiful weather we’d had in months, the idea of spending the entire afternoon inside seemed grievously wasteful.
I called Meg. It’s so nice out; do you think we should save Donovan’s for some oppressively hot day at the height of summer when all that time in an air-conditioned subway car and a cool, dark bar would be a welcome respite? Sure!
After a little contemplation, we agreed on a trip to Red Hook. An isolated neighborhood along New York Harbor, Red Hook has no subway coverage and can be a bit of a journey by bus, but it’s only a 15- or 20-minute by bike from both of us. Aside from being just far away enough for a bike ride there and back to help assuage consumption-induced guilt, Red Hook is also just a pleasant place to visit and hang out: lots of quiet cobblestone streets lined with comely old warehouses and character-full residential buildings, always breezy and redolent of the sea – usually in a good way; one excellent grocery store, a few nice little bars, and, as we were about to sample, some pretty good grub. Read the rest of this entry »
The pie we (almost) conquered
The hubby and I took a little jaunt out to Midwood on Sunday for a pie at famed pizzeria Di Fara. I never thought I would so thoroughly enjoy an hour plus wait standing up, but being able to watch 73 year old proprietor Domenico De Marco at work was priceless. In his corner storefront, De Marco has been making pies in the same fashion for over 40 years. True to what I’d heard, the pizza is phenomenal, but the overall experience went way beyond my expectation. Read the rest of this entry »
Mike Geno, "Jelly", Oil on Wood, 8 x 8 inches
When I was in art school, I found oil paint so beautiful, so viscous and icing-like that I kind of wanted to eat it like a pre-schooler. Thank you, Mike Geno, for reminding me of that. I promise not to eat your paintings. Though I would like to own one. Luckily, you also sell affordable archival prints.
xoxo Meg
Honeysuckle cocktail created by Aisha Sharpe of Contemporary Cocktails for the event.
Because of my not-so-secret foodie crush for Grant Achatz, my husband, Willy, and I went to the panel Gender Confusion: Unraveling the Myths of Gender in the Restaurant Kitchen held at the Astor Center Monday night. The panel included not only my favorite molecular gastro-genius of Alinea, but also heavy-hitters Dana Cowin of Food & Wine, Ed Levine of Serious Eats, and writer Gwen Hyman.
Panelists were presented with five courses, each consisting of two preparations of the same main ingredient (say squab or pasta + asparagus), one by a male and one by a female chef. The question: could the panelists tell if each dish was the man’s or the woman’s? Read the rest of this entry »