Archive for August, 2010

August 27, 2010

the old school approach

Wherever you are and whatever you are doing right now: drop it.  Drop it and no one gets hurt.  This is a serious matter.  We’re talking about pastrami on rye with a schmear of grainy mustard, a sour pickle, and a Dr. Brown’s cream soda.  This is the real deal.

Katz’s.

This place is practically a legend, yet I had never eaten there until  just recently.  But now that I’ve tasted what is probably the best kosher-style deli in NY (I thought it might be too dramatic to say the world), my life may never be the same.  I’m starting to have concerns.

Normally, I’m not that drawn to places like this – inflamed with fame, featured on every TV channel known to man, pictures of celebrities hanging on the walls.  For whatever reason, I was compelled to go. 

August 20, 2010

bring on the blackberries

So I had this idea . . .

It involved summer, and blackberries, and butter.  And therefore: pie. 

Now before you go ahead and tell me that this doesn’t look like a pie, let me go right ahead and agree with you.  Indeed, this is not exactly what I picture when I hear the word “pie”. But then again, it does meet all of the qualifications:

1.) Buttery crust

2.) Bold, and in this case fruity, filling

3.) Did I mention that the filling is nice and oozey when warm?  No?  Well, count that as numero tres.

And finally,

4.) The mind-blowing effect of faintly sweet crust and berry-goodness in just a few, compact bites.

So there you have pie . . . well, crostata to be more technical.   At that, I suppose it would be appropriate to give you a brief explanation of what a crostata is. 

A crostata is basically a rustic “pie” of sorts – it does not have a top crust, other than the edges which are upturned in order to contain the filling of choice.  In my case, however, crostata is an excuse to be a little lazy because you don’t have to worry quite so much about appearance.  It’s a way more freeform kinda dessert, which enables “creative license” and the ability to hide any impending mistakes.

August 13, 2010

moonlight baking is tradition.

I blame my friends.  That’s right, I blame them for this habit of mine – ours.  But I suppose that’s okay, right?  I mean, there’s not all that much wrong with a midnight snack . . . especially when it’s freshly baked!      

I love our late night baking (even when that usually means dumping brownie mix into a bowl, whipping it with some eggs, throwing it in the oven, and then returning to the episode of Law and Order: SVU that we’re watching).  And I love being able to enjoy the smell coming from the oven before the brownies are ready to be eaten.  I even love the anticipation of waiting for them to cool down just enough so that we don’t have to worry about burning our mouths off on piping hot brownies.       

I just love the tradition.  It’s perfect. 

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