I got nothin' to say other than I dare you to find someone who wouldn't just absolutely kill for a bite of this pasta. Let's just breeze over the ingredient list: bacon, garlic, corn, parmesan, and basil. Like, give me a break. This dish must be made. With serious immediacy. Thursday, July 29, 2010
tagliatelle with fresh corn pesto
I got nothin' to say other than I dare you to find someone who wouldn't just absolutely kill for a bite of this pasta. Let's just breeze over the ingredient list: bacon, garlic, corn, parmesan, and basil. Like, give me a break. This dish must be made. With serious immediacy. Wednesday, July 28, 2010
weekend dinner party
Just staring at those rustic, bi-valve beauties reminds me of two things: 1.) I need to up my oyster-consuming ante and 2.) I need to use my Mermaid Oyster Bar Blackboard Eats coupon ASAP. I will therefore be killing two birds with one coupon code within the next few days. With some bubbles alongside as a congratulations on finally finding a g.d. place to live after an aggressive two week apartment hunt and consequential depletion of bank account. Those interested in cheers'ing to that with me, meet me at 79 MacDougal Street. I'm going to need a hug. Monday, July 26, 2010
make this 'cause i can't
If my entire kitchen (pots, pans, knives, cutting boards, etc.) wasn't packed up in boxes (I won't even begin to share what I'll be surviving off of for the next few days--it's not going to be pretty), I would undoubtedly be whipping up some cold sesame noodles to snack on. Slightly sweet, surprisingly spicy, and with enough crispy, crunchy veggies hidden inside to make Mom proud. I'm now cursing myself (moderately to aggressively) for not thinking ahead this weekend when I had access to a kitchen. Argh.Sunday, July 25, 2010
dancing queen
Not much to say other than this is how to really be a thoughtful and gracious host. You crank up the Bose and if/when no one else wants to groove, you beg your cat. And then, you just rock out solo. You know, to really entertain your guests. Take note.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
a lovely thought
How perfectly lovely would it be to treat yourself to a glass of rosé sangria tonight while simultaneously dunking chilled, gargantuan shrimp into a bowl of mint and dill flecked tzatziki? And let's place this fantasy on a rooftop at sunset. When the city heat begins to dissipate and you're left, at long last, with a moment of pure comfort outside. A deep exhale. A schlump back in your seat. And a cheers to the lucky guy or gal sitting next to you.Wednesday, July 21, 2010
weekend dinner party
M.I.A. is an understatement and I am well aware. Nor am I happy about it. As most of you know, I'm amidst the much dreaded task of trying to find a new place to live. And in New York City, that equates to the most miserable, painful, and stressful task imaginable. Tears? None left. Maximum budget? Not going to cut it. Not in this town. Renter's market? Seemingly no longer. If you start to notice me suggesting alternate uses for a can of barbecued beans, you have permission to shake me silly (if not physically then verbally). But be forewarned. Because it could happen. All too easily.Wednesday, July 14, 2010
happy bastille day

Monday, July 12, 2010
wine library weekend blowout



Sunday, July 11, 2010
landmarc

A half bottle of 2008 Beckman Vineyards Grenache Rosé kicked off the evening which had a surprising watermelon note on the nose and strong presence on the palate. While it was technically a rosé, this interpretation almost came across as a chilled, fairly full-bodied red wine. And with a crispy proscuitto and fontina flatbread with mushrooms and arugula, this wine played quite nicely (albeit served cold, the crust lifeless and chewy, and the prosciutto cooked to the point of no return). We also nibbled on seared tuna polpetti served with herbed yogurt, cucumber and fennel salad, and drizzled with chili oil. A dish that sounded so perfectly catered to my taste buds and yet, sadly fell a bit short.

Friday, July 9, 2010
i dream of lambrusco
I wasn't entirely sure I even knew what Lambrusco was until I dreamt about it last night. Go figure. To further prove this point, the Lambrusco of my dreams was white. But regardless, the bottle was clearly labeled, in all caps: LAMBRUSCO. As to when and where that varietal inadvertently entered my brain and stuck, I couldn't tell you. But since I'm one of those people who often reads into their dreams (some would argue too much*), I couldn't help but take this as a sign: I shall try Lambrusco."Lambrusco is a red wine grape of Italy, as well as the name of an Italian wine made primarily from the same grape. It is used in Italy primarily to make dry or slightly sweet sparkling wine. The grape is prone to making several clones, so that now there really is no singular Lambrusco grape. Researchers have found there to be 60 different clones throughout various regions of Italy. Would the real Lambrusco please stand up?"
Cheers.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
YOU are the lucky winner...
Miss Katie Stinchfield!Tuesday, July 6, 2010
fourth of july recap

Rosé on a boat.I chatted with this lady for a few minutes to get the scoop: she and her husband caught the oysters in North Fork the night before and she was rinsing and shucking them to get them ready for the grill. Grilled oysters were to be topped with a simple mignonette sauce. I was practically doggy paddling my way over to her in hopes of getting a taste. No dice. But mad props to ya, Spots and Shots.

Bruschetta, olive tapenade, truffle tremor, and a sheep's milk cheese were brought and prepared by a friend and chef at Chocopologie in South Norwalk. Tip: befriend a chef as often as you possibly can.
White Peach Sangria: sliced peaches, orange, and lime, a sprinkle of sugar, a glug of triple sec, and fill the rest of the pitcher up with white wine. Allow to groove for at least a couple of hours. Serve over ice.
Great way to do mussels on the grill for a crowd: In a large disposable aluminum tray, add plenty of butter, some olive oil, copious amounts of grated garlic, a dash of red pepper flakes, and some kosher salt. Place tray on grill over high heat and allow butter to melt. Splash in some dry white wine, dump in your mussels, cover tray with aluminum foil, close the grill, and allow mussels to steam for a few minutes (until all the shells have opened. any unopened shells, discard). Top with tons of chopped fresh parsley, toss, and immediately bring to the table. Dig in.
Doing what (it would appear to be) I know best: grilled pizzas. In an ode to the holiday, I did one pizza with red onion, shredded mozzarella, and sliced, grilled kielbasa. It was then topped with a sprinkling of baby arugula, balsamic-marinated roasted red pepper strips, and served with a sweet-spicy mustard for optional dipping. Let's just say I may or may not have eaten my weight in kielbasa this weekend.


Scoop of Plum-Red Wine Sorbet, scoop of store bought vanilla ice cream, a few fresh blueberries: Happy Fourth of July.
This tends to inevitably be the aftermath: Bose cranked up to maximum capacity, blaring none other than the late Michael Jackson, ice cold Corona Light in hand. Happy place.
Hope you all had the happiest, most festive, safe, and more importantly, delicious, Fourth of July.
Monday, July 5, 2010
to make this week

barbecued balsamic swordfish with hot arugula pasta
Thursday, July 1, 2010
let's talk about lighting and giveaways




