November 5, 2013
I’m working on cultivating a leisurely traveling style. I’m beginning to realize more and more that a rigidly scheduled trip with must-see destinations is just not for me. During this weekend in San Francisco, I only planned a couple of stops (all food-related, of course), and spent the rest of the time just wandering the city, stepping into interesting-looking thrift shops and bars, going over the Golden Gate Bridge because we had some time to kill, and generally taking in the air.
October 18, 2013
Sometimes, life hands you lemons. Other times, though, it hands you figs.
So check it out: I go to this greasy spoon diner called Rae’s every weekend. I’m a regular. I have a “usual,” and I get slightly annoyed when someone else is sitting in my spot on the bar. (I’m short, and my favorite chair is a little bit taller than all the rest.)
But it wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago that I realized that the big tree growing just to the left of the building is, in fact, a fig tree. A fact I learned by stepping (and almost slipping) on an overripe fig on the ground. I took a few photos, then a nice old lady came out to tell me that I could take some of the ripe ones if I wanted, since they would just go to waste anyway. So I did! Because despite figs being the sexiest fruit, beautiful just torn apart and eaten raw, I had a recipe I wanted to try up my sleeve.
I love a snacking cake. The kind of cake that you feel like you can eat for breakfast, or with a cup of tea, or as dessert. This cake is rustic and sturdy, requiring no creaming of butter or careful folding-in of ingredients. Just a quick mix of dry and wet ingredients, some pretty figs plopped on top, and half an hour in the oven. What a simple way to be happy.
September 11, 2013
As you may have surmised, I went to a lot of restaurants while I was in Paris. Something I might have failed to mention is that, on occasion, I bought the cookbooks from those restaurants.
Now that I’ve been back in LA for several weeks, I’ve gotten over the fun of eating everything that I missed while I was abroad (In-n-Out! hoppy beer!) and am now starting to miss my favorite restaurants in Paris. So I thought, why not try to reproduce some of these dishes at home?
Let’s start with a simple one from Frenchie. A play on the traditional caprese, this salad replaces tomatoes with roughly-torn ripe summer peaches and counterpoints them with savory, smoky mozzarella.
Then? You drizzle on lots of the good stuff.
September 3, 2013
Ah, is there anything that says America (or, in some cases, AMURCA!) like a county fair?
The Orange County Fair is smaller than the LA County Fair, but it happens earlier in the year and they will still deep fry, smoke, or chocolate-cover nearly anything.