One of my favorite childhood memories is actually a smell—the sweet, alcohol laced fragrance of this incredible fruitcake made by Shashi Aunty who lived next door to my family in New Delhi. Every November she’d begin soaking dried and candied fruits in rum or brandy to make kilos and kilos of fruitcakes that would fill her house as the weeks progressed, all to be given away to friends and neighbors as Christmas gifts. When I moved to New York City, as soon as the temperatures dropped and the leaves began to fall, I developed an insatiable craving for Shashi Aunty’s fruitcake. I got her recipe and started baking them to give away to my friends and colleagues in my new home.
This years fruit cake has been made more divine still since I switched the cognac for Dom B & B, with the DOM standing for Deo Optimo Maximo (To God, most good, most great). Can this incredible fruitcake really get better? I guess...
The swastikas, the students recalled, seemed to be everywhere: on walls, desks, lockers, textbooks, computer screens, a playground slide — even on a student’s face.
A picture of President Obama, with a swastika drawn on his forehead, remained on the wall of an eighth-grade social studies classroom for about a month after a student informed her teacher, the student said.
For some Jewish students in the Pine Bush Central School District in New York State, attending public school has been nothing short of a nightmare. They tell of hearing anti-Semitic epithets and nicknames, and horrific jokes about the Holocaust.
They have reported being pelted with coins, told to retrieve money thrown into garbage receptacles, shoved and even beaten. They say that on school buses in this rural part of the state, located about 90 minutes north of New York City and once home to a local Ku Klux Klan chapter president, students have chanted “white power” and made Nazi salutes with their arms.
Sadly REPUG (read Republican) voting masses buy the nonsense and lied fed to them by the #TeaPary and #GOP types. They bite the hand that wants to feed them and does ineed feed them. Instead of being grateful to the #Dems, they instead vote for the dastardly and dirty criminals who come veiled in the garb of priests, politicos, decent people and conservative minds.
Read below the answer I got from Ellen Tarver, a very recent Republican who for 2 years has been a Democrat, after being awakened to the lies and utter rubbish that she had been fooled by in the name of religion and conservatism. I hope for the sake of our nation and Lincoln's Republican Party that we have more Ellen's and less Tea Partiers in our nation. One can hope!
Watch this video if you are ready to see a glaringly wonderful face of our society. No drama or vulgarity here. Pure magic! Simple, honest, uplifting, inspiring. Jacob Rudolph's story is one we should hope for every young kid in America and beyond to have.
Like 99.9% of the cookbooks (of the thousand plus we have) that we have, which never go opened, or used - I had thought this one will also be put to rest on a shelf. Waiting to be pulled out by a guest, borrowed and never returned or just there for posterity using space and making a room look rich.
That was not meant to be. Afterall Jerusalem is no ordinary city. Why then should a book with that name be anything expected?
This is how I ended my blog a year ago, when I wrote about how Suvir Saran’s
recipes and encouragement had changed my life and awakened and educated my
palate. And I was right—2012 was a
year of great culinary adventure and excitement.
Woke up to CNN doing a “How to Survive a Mass Shooting”
Sad that kids have to spend time learning this and yet we
question if science and evolution should outweigh football and baseball.
Perhaps we can demand full separation of Church and State at
the very minimum if the GOP will not allow a comprehensive dialog on the
country’s archaic gun laws.
It is clear that the Founding Fathers did not want the
Church involved in Governance. It is to some not clear how far the same wise
old men would go with the freedom to carry arms. We will never know what they
would have done. But we could easily comprehend that they would not be happy
with the status quo.
Well this is your chance to give a gift that gives back in more ways than one.
It is the gift of the sharpest knife money can buy. It brings sharp knives, better prepping, happier cooking, more enjoyable food and deeper satisfaction - all with the effortless and precise cut of a truly sharp knife made with passion, attention to detail, best materials, respect for tradition and immaculate care.
Panditji used to make this dish for my mother’s very fancy,
annual dinner parties when I was a child.
I loved those parties: the table would be lavishly set with our best
china, silverware and linens and we all feasted on a vast array of exquisite
foods complemented by Panditji’s best pickles. I make this now for special occasions because it never fails
Mio Bistro - The baby of Beverly Bee and Leo Ledoux is a gem of a restaurant. It would be a place to go wherever it existed but especially so in North Country (So. VT and North Eastern NY) which is otherwise a food desert. It is an oasis with great comforting powers.
Ed Schoenfeld, a restauranteur, consultant and chef, makes a version of this potato salad for many of his dinner parties. Before I met Ed, I was never a fan of mayonnaise-based potato salad. Once I tasted his ve
rsion, my opinion changed forever. What’s unusual about this potato salad is that there is sugar in it. The sweetness combines with the sweet-sour taste of the gherkins, the tang of the lime, the spiciness of the cayenne and the herby freshness of the basil to make a potato salad that hits the ground running. With lots of mayonnaise and olive oil, I admit that it isn’t the healthiest salad in this chapter. But it’s not the kind of salad that you make every day—it’s worth the splurge.