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
to impress.
Betty Osborne is a proud New Yorker (Brooklyn born and raised in LI and VT, now living in Upstate NY). NY is lucky to have her as its daughter. She is the kind of citizen that would make any nation or people proud. Happy to serve her own and those unknown. Service like this is not found today. People serve to serve their own type. Her's is a type that is So-American and yet today, So Un-American.
How blessed we all were in North Country to have had Rose visit us with her able assistant Woody. The class at Battenkill Kitchen, the appearance on Dinner at Eight with Sally Longo and her stay at our farm shall always enrich our lives forever. Thanks Rose!
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.
I was looking at images I had saved for blog posts and found this one from the height of summer. A folder that got lost in the madness of the joys of summer. What is startling today is the difference in the light. How different everything looks as seasons change. How different we feel. How things taste different, not always because of ingredients, but also because of perception colored by our mood, altered by the seasons.
The last few days have been a whirlwind of cooking, cleaning, styling and shooting. As Ben Fink photographs the next book, my gal pal Sal and I have been cleaning, sorting, planning and working till our feet give up. Each night the bed has been the most welcome setting for our tired soles. And this morning we found ourselves the recipients of the kindness of others. FedEX delivered a box of syrups from Torani and my tired brain concocted the above drink. What an amazing elixir it has been. I had to photograph it. And share it with all.
Baking and eating cake could not get any simpler. In Rose Levy Beranbaum's new book - Rose's Heavenly Cakes, she shares a recipe for Whipped Cream Cake, that takes you to heaven without much effort. Rather, with absolutely no effort. This is easy cooking and heavenly living at its best. Buy the book, bake the cakes and share magic with all your loved ones.
My friend Hiroko is wthout a doubt one of the most talented Japanese chefs I know. Here a few images from a lunch she hosted for Charlie, I, and a few dear friends.
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