It was a lovely Memorial Day. We drank and reveled and ate—my god we ate—at Liz’s house. I arrived in the afternoon, about an hour after the party started, to a mostly finished cheese plate, a group of 15 or so cheery folks pontificating over music and the rise and fall and rebirth of pinball, and a managed chaos happening in the kitchen. These days, I find the best dinner parties (or afternoon parties, for that matter), are fluid affairs…
I blame the cherries. I came around the corner and there they were. Deep red and tempting. I had to buy them. But…then what? Just devouring a pound of cherries seemed like a waste. I pored over my recipe books hoping to find inspiration,…
There’s a lot I want to accomplish this year, especially when it comes to pastry. After all, if the world is going to end in December, I should make sure to indulge in as many delicious bites as possible before then. Right? This weekend,…
As my friend Matt once so poignantly reminded me, there are steps to things. And, steps are important. So, in honor of that conversation, I’ve put together this little montage of the steps it takes to make honey rosemary ice cream. This is a…