While brainstorming ideas for my hard-to-shop-for mother-in-law's 50th birthday--some four months away--I told my sister-in-law (Mary, photographed above with Suvir, Bret and Bob), "I'm going to write Suvir!" She looked skeptical. "I'm just going to write him! What can he do? Say no?"
I wish I had my good camera with me. Wish too that I had been smarter than to give Colin my dirty plate, which I had used to quickly devour the first Chipotle BBQ Quesadilla he made for me. My savvy would have made the photo above crisper and better. But nothing I could have done would have altered the magical taste of his uber-delicious and most hauntingly scrumptious quesadillas.
I came home to a wonderful package of Sir Francis Bacon recently. A gift from a friend who knew travels have kept me busy, tired and somewhat out of the groove. They know how much I love brittle, and they know I am known to make some of the best peanut brittle. Why then would they be so daring and send me peanut brittle?
Richard M. Nixon has long been the Freddy Krueger of American political life. You know in your bones that he is destined to keep returning.
Sure enough, though dead 16 years, Nixon is back onstage, with the release of a fresh batch of tapes from his Oval Office days. They show him at his omni-bigoted worst, offering one slur after another against the Irish, Italians and blacks. Characteristically, he saved his most potent acid for Jews. “The Jews,” he said, “are just a very aggressive and abrasive and obnoxious personality.”
Every holiday season, in my previous life, when I was with my ex and lived at the Hudosn Mews in Greenwich Village in NYC, our neighbors Susan and Joe would leave a beautifully packed bag of banana bread on our door. This is Susan’s mother’s recipe. I love this recipe because the cake is exceptionally moist, not cakey, and it is lightly spiced with Indian spices – cinnamon, mace, and powdered ginger. Serve warm with vanilla ice cream and candied nuts of any kind. Better still, make it in small tins, and you can give your neighbors and loved ones an edible jewel of a gift.
How excited I was to have another day at the farm. This one - all alone! Usually scared to be alone, I am finally getting used to this scenario. Little did I know I will have many more days alone. Woke up Tuesday with shivers and high fever, runny eyes and nose, a congested chest. Symptoms of a cold or flu. I ate nothing Tuesday till dinner, when I ate pizza, that I had promise our friends son for his birthday dinner. It took a lot out of me to make that pizza. It was delicious and easy. Thanks Lucini, Zoe, Bittman and good Parimigiano Reggiano from Lucini that make for amazing pizza, everytime. Yesterday, I ate Vanilla Ice Cream with cajeta (we are a farm with many dairy goats) and some salted peanuts from Royal Oak Peanuts. I even added a sprinking of sugar-chocolate from Special Touch (no web link available, I could not find. Maybe my brain is fried due to the fever?). Am I crazy? Have I lost it? Remember, I am alone at a farm in the middle of nowhere in North Country. The pantry is full but there is no produce. Well I confess there are onions and garlic. But a very weak will to cook. To make it worse, I never learned to drive. Do I get a freepass to eat junk? Or is this OK? At least the peanuts count for good nutrition. But the ice cream? I hope I do not get too much guilt. I ate it happily. My one meal of the day. Today????
Thank you Michael, for having brought Rose into my life. We miss you and we are grateful you touched our lives. Thanks Ariane for all you did for us then, and all you do now. We are indeed blessed to have known you both, and to have you Ariane, still sharing your magic with us through Food Arts.