I think it’s safe to say that spring has finally arrived in New York City. We were very lucky to have a gorgeous couple-a days last two weekends, and we decided that our Saturday dinner should reflect the sunlight and the final departure of the cold. When I think delicious dishes in warmer weather, ceviche is one of my most beloved go-to recipes because there’s so much room for variation that you never have to repeat a combination (unless you want to). It reminds me of one of my other favorite dishes, one that’s also an unending source of variable deliciousness, pizza.
Remember last year when I started rhapsodizing on ramps and specifically ramp salsa? Well, now I’m wise enough to know when the little buggers are actually in season, and I can say that my nose has turned into a ramp-seeking missile: three weeks ago I swore I could smell them, but could find them to no avail, and then two Saturdays ago we emerged from the Union Square subway at the 16th Street exit and my nose literally led my hand to point us to the ramp stand, even before I could focus my eyes on that familiar, rudimentary sign. I think I was still looking for the blue tent that they had last year, but the weather has been so gloomy this spring that it really hasn’t been necessary, and the late spring has made every trip to the market more and more worthwhile as the ramps improve in appearance and in size. (The price, happily, remains the same.) Suffice it to say, I spent $12 on four bunches of ramps two Saturdays ago, and then I spent another $12 last Wednesday when I went there on my day off (the first weekday market visit they had made), and despite knowing we’d be away for Easter weekend, I figured they’d keep in the fridge for a few days…and I was right. We were able to take a stab at two versions of ramp salsa, and while both were delicious, one was decidedly more of a crowd-pleaser than the other. Read More
One of my fondest memories of swag (aka Stuff We All Get) from my job is the seafood salad I enjoyed during my lab’s 2009 Christmas party. Every year we go to the Faculty House dining room and my very generous Boss buys us all a wonderful (buffet-style) lunch. That year on the salad table they were serving an amazing ceviche-style seafood salad and my friend and I totally OD-ed on it that year. No regrets. Read More
[E here! As a bit of a preface, this trip came about because the truly lovely Kitchen Witch happened to be in town for BlogHer '10 a few months ago and I sent her a list of some of my favorite places to go in the city. Originally it was only meant to be a restaurant list, but as the months leading up to the event went by our ventures to restaurants were few and far between, and many were a hike from Midtown. So I also gave her a bunch of our favorite stores that would be within a reasonable subway/taxi ride for her, and she suggested meeting up on that Saturday at the Chelsea Market to wander around. We took her shopping at Buon Italia and the Manhattan Fruit Exchange; above is the result of that shopping trip. I know it seems wholly unseasonal to write about this now, but we wanted to give you guys a break from braises and stews and think happier, warmer thoughts of summertime--I know I can use them. Carry on!]
The summer is a great time to enter the Manhattan Fruit Exchange with an open mind and a pure heart and wait for the store to speak to you. The selection is constantly impressive and the prices are some of the best on the island. On a Saturday, I have no problem going there and just filling my basket with stuff until it gets too problematic to lug around. Cash only, so be prepared.
There are days when I really, really miss New Haven. Up until we found an amazing fish shop in Hell’s Kitchen I fiercely lamented not having a shop like #1 Fish Market in North Haven, and of course I longed for a nice glass of wine and some tapas at Barcelona. But Barcelona was not the only place that I missed; you see, New Haven is a little treasure trove of culinary delights, boasting more quality restaurants in its tiny footprint than one would ever expect. You want Cuban, Japanese, New American, French, Italian or Spanish food? New Haven got you. Want pizza? You better believe that New Haven got you. Want decadent, delicious, and gut-busting brunches? Well, do we see a pattern forming here? Read More
Let me start this out by saying that Amores Perros is a dark movie. It is disturbing, weird, and very graphic because it delves into the world of dogfighting in Mexico City (amongst other stories), and that alone means that it will be difficult for any dog lover to watch. That said, it’s also a very thought-provoking movie: it’s significantly better than Babel because it feels much more authentic; you get the desperation, sorrow and anger that motivates these characters and pulsates throughout the film and it becomes a two-hour cinematic version of putting cigarettes out on your arm. OK, maybe not that severe, but the film is tough to watch given that it’s chock full of brutal realism. What can I say? Sometimes, all I want to watch is a morose film, and I must own to a strong curiosity in watching these modern films from Mexican directors that got everyone in a tizzy at the beginning of the aughts.
In all fairness, I wanted to get Y tu mamá también to celebrate Michael’s birthday but it’s horribly unavailable–my copy will hopefully be here before Labor day, so a horribly violent movie had to go in its stead. The fact that I spent 5 bucks on it justified the cost–we’d easily spend that on an On-Demand flick, and this way I can watch it again (hey, my Spanish isn’t going to get better on its own) and/or loan it out at will without that guilty feeling one can get for shelling out for a DVD. Read More
By the time that May came around, Michael and I were both resigned to the fact that the season for braising meat was over. Aside from the occasional pizza-making jaunt, keeping the oven on for more than fifteen or twenty minutes seemed silly, especially after having a few weekends of sunny and slightly scorching weather–a summertime preview, if you will. That changed this past weekend when a cold front turned the city into a wind tunnel for much of Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday, and suddenly a craving for beef shanks didn’t seem all that odd despite the fact that the prior weekend we were sweltering in sundresses and shorts (respectively, of course). Read More
My company follows the holiday schedule of the NYSE, which meant that I had Good Friday off for the first time since college. Normally, a day off like this would mean that we’d be spending it in transit to visit our parents, but because Easter falls on a Sunday and therefore requires our presence at one of their houses that day for both church services and the traditional meal, our plans ranged from Saturday until Monday… Read More