Crack Cauliflower

April 5, 2014

It’s everywhere.

Rafele cauliflower med

My mother. My daughter. They’ve been talking about a cauliflower mash they recently made. They text about it.

At a Lilliputian shared-plate outpost in Providence, Rhode Island—curiously named North despite being located in the southwestern section of the city—as our group’s bottoms are just nestling into five of the eighteen coveted seats we’ve been on our feet almost an hour waiting for, my son, a regular, pronounces that first and foremost we will be ordering the Spicy Cauliflower in Various Forms. It sounds like a camp-ey horror film. Read more…

RECIPERoasted Cauliflower with Pine Nut and Currant Crumble

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The James Beard House

February 5, 2014

Asparagus JB

I was a sous-chef at six, at the James Beard House no less. Don’t believe me? That’s because you haven’t met my mother. As one of Mr. Beard’s cooking school graduates, she deployed what she learned from the culinary giant to transform our tiny townhouse kitchen into a battlefield canteen, and conscripted my sister and me as soldiers in her years-long campaign to outperform every dinner and party hostess in Manhattan. While you were watching Gilligan’s Island, I was tearing from peeling onions, or dressing an oven burn. While your parents were prattling to their friends about your precocious choice of kidneys off a French menu, my mother was persuading Oscar, our reluctant Madison Avenue butcher, to order the succulent morsel of lamb that we would wield to floor a visiting London gourmet. No, we didn’t cook him the brain, or some gland. We fed him the fetus.

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Tongue

January 27, 2014

Did you just eat tongue?

Tacqueria El Bajio

I did, at Taqueria el Bajio on Milpas Street. It’s digesting now.

Why can’t they do tacos like that in New York?

Dunno. I don’t get it. What’s so complicated about a soft corn tortilla, chunks of spongy tongue meat, onions, and cilantro?

I hate cilantro.

So does my mother. It’s genetic, you know.

I read that. Did you see that kohlrabi is the new kale?

That’s debatable. Have you ever eaten kohlrabi? I think broccoli may be the new kale.

Hype. Broccoli can be whatever it wants now. It has a press agent.

Maybe my blog needs a press agent.

You write a blog?

Sporadically. I was posting pretty often, but then my life kinda…..

Excuses, excuses. Heard ‘em all.

No really, now I’m committed.

Uh-huh.

How’s this for the start of a post? Once upon a time, a girl came back to America from a faraway land, bought a taco truck, moved to Brooklyn…

tacos at El Bajio

Well, that’s one idea. Keep thinking….

 

 

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A LETTER TO SUBSCRIBERS

January 26, 2014

HELLO

All 10 of you. Or 110? Whoever you are, thank you for reading.

I migrated myself to the US recently, which went relatively smoothly. Migrating this blog was another matter. Some of you alerted me you received duplicates of old posts. All comments on the most recent post, The James Beard House, disappeared, along with the post itself.

Then the whole site disappeared, and while I saw metaphor in a vanished past, I was bummed, until a technician at GoDaddy who owed me no favors took a deep breath, dove down into the site, and surfaced ninety minutes later with the sunken treasure.

I’ve been holding my own breath, and thank each of you who has encouraged me to keep writing.

Exhale, then post.

Again, thanks for reading…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Spring of Content

April 22, 2013

 

This began as a search for content. Not someone else’s. My own.

I was under pressure from the two ladies at the social media agency.  They were my friends’ capable daughters, and when I hired them I naively thought the deal was this: they download my bank of food photos from my restaurants in Bali, add them to the ones they would take, post on a contractually agreed upon schedule in some clever, fan-building way, and, most importantly leave me alone.

“But we have fans now, and they expect something for their enthusiasm,” the ladies explained, a few months into our contract. They pitched a weekly contest that would require little of me, and only a little knowledge of our restaurants by the fans. Please, go ahead. Reward their loyalty with free meals.

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