May 30, 2012
Dan talked me through preparing this dish (while he grilled garlic rosemary lamb chops on his deck) when we stayed at his place in Amsterdam last weekend. It’s an extremely simplified version of bruschetta, designed to be served family-style, preferably with a half-dozen friends and a few good beers.
May 29, 2012
The lady at my bakery handed me a warm baguette this morning and said, “Merci, à bientôt.” It felt like an achievement. When I first arrived, and began to stumblingly ask for “un, er, une baguette, sil vous plait?” it was always met with a stony look, a stone cold baguette, and a “Merci madame, au revoir.” But now, having patronized this place for two months, sometimes with visits both in the morning (for our daily baguette) and afternoon (for un petite plaisir — a canelé or mille-feuille), perhaps I’ve made it clear that I’m not a tourist, and I’ll be here for a while. And so, à bientôt: see you later.
May 28, 2012
You would like Amsterdam. It’s not just weed and hookers (though the pot haze that hangs over certain parts of the city at night is certainly part of its charm). Amsterdam has a certain glow about it that no other city, not even Paris, can emulate. It’s the sun glinting off the water, the trees that rustle at the slightest breeze, the constant brrring ding of bicycle bells. Even the seedier habits of the city seem to elicit little more than a shrug and a smile.
May 24, 2012
This barely warrants a recipe. I read a comic about this dish a few weeks ago and have been making it as an afternoon snack ever since. I’ve been adding fresh herbs from my little window box — a pinch of whatever looks like it could use a trim.