Entries from May 2009

May 31, 2009

Spring + Winter: Sprinter or Wing?

This is a lesson in seasonality, kids. Namely, don’t go mixing up your seasons when you are on the east coast. Maybe you can get away with such things on the west coast, but in New York, May is May. Which is why I kinda don’t understand why I found this recipe in the “spring” [...]

May 27, 2009

Rhubarbon voyage

I’m typing this a mere 15 minutes from leaving for the airport, so there are some important things to note. This will be short and sweet. This will not do justice to the amazingness of this Rhubarb Crumb Bar recipe. And there might be a lot of typos. I’m excited, and I don’t have time [...]

May 25, 2009

The Great Egg Sandwich Exploration, part three-ish?

Next up in the meat trials, canadian bacon. Regular bacon’s friendly and possibly socialist northern neighbor. I know the standard thing to do when you have canadian bacon is to make eggs benedict, but we didn’t have english muffins. I also couldn’t really bring myself to make hollandaise sauce. It involves double boilers and egg [...]

May 23, 2009

Now, eat pie again

I know, I should quit playing games with your heart (your heart), with your heart (your heart), with your heart (your heart). No? Don’t remember that one? Too old to remember the Backstreet Boys? Blocked it from your memory?

Either way, I know. I said stop eating pie, and now I’m saying eat pie. And since [...]

May 21, 2009

Stop eating pie

Instead, eat this.

It’s a really great salad. The dressing is light and lemony and the cauliflower is crunchy but softened and the olives are salty and punchy. But maybe you’ll arrive at the end product less painfully than I did.

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Which is to say, maybe you won’t spill oil on your shirt (which, at this point, [...]

May 18, 2009

On Crystals

I have a confession. I have a terrible bias against the name Crystal. What’s that? Your mother’s name is Crystal? I’m sorry, I really am. It’s not that I don’t think your mom is lovely, I just think her name is kinda terrible. I have no real reason to think so. I’ve never met a [...]

May 14, 2009

This way to the Beach…Plum Jelly

Don’t you love jelly? Don’t you love it on toast and in plain yogurt? (Side note: part of my crazy dream the other night involved me making yogurt because I won a heating pad from some charity auction. Number one sign you think about yogurt too much.)

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Do you have a freezer-full of beach plums from [...]

May 12, 2009

Rhubarb out the wazoo

And so begins rhubarb season. For the past few days my dad has come in from the garden every afternoon saying “wait till you see what I have for you!!!” Inevitably it is not a new car, but about a million stalks of freshly-cut rhubarb. Which is great, really, but minus strawberries I am always [...]

May 9, 2009

Runeberg and his tart

Hey you! Do you know about Johan Ludvig Runeberg? Well, aren’t you in for a treat.

Runeberg (Roo-neh-berg) is the national poet of Finland. He wrote the lyrics to Finland’s national anthem. Apparently, he also ate one of these tarts every morning with some sort of nordic liquer. This tart is really supposed to be made [...]

May 6, 2009

Bringing Bagel Back

There are some things about which I’m terribly snotty. Not wine, not books, not clothing labels. Bagels, however? Don’t even get me started. I’ve had so many bad ones, thanks to Yale University Dining Services, slathered in peanut butter and wrapped hastily in napkins en route to a track bus waiting to haul ass to [...]