Although chocolate chip cookies are apparently universally adored, I’ve never had them as a go-to in my cookie baking vocabulary. Yes, they are well liked, but they just usually don’t taste interesting enough to me (I generally make Molasses Spice Cookies when I need an easy crowd-pleasing food).
I am mildly obsessed with Pierre Hermé, a French pastry chef who makes the most delicious pastries I’ve ever tasted and who seems to constantly choosing flavor combinations catered to my particular tastes. Unfortunately, he has no shops in the US, meaning that I merely have to yearn from afar– or make my own. Read More
Apartment hunting in NYC meant that I looked at thousands of real estate listings to rent even before I went to see any, just to assess what was in my price range, what I could get as far as layout/square footage and what characteristics in an apartment turned me off before I even went to see it. Of course, in our crazy rental market, you usually have to submit an application the same day if you like a place so you have to be really, really sure you know what you want when you go see it. I fell in love with our apartment at first sight, primarily because the living/dining room was such a great size (with nice easterly light) and has an open kitchen that is slightly tucked away from the main living area. Naturally, when it came to decorating, the large living area was the first place I started scheming about. Read More
We only just moved into our apartment a few months ago and we mostly have all of our furniture (hooray!). Now I have a major problem though: I’m happy with what we already have, but still have pages and pages of pieces of furniture that caught my eye but made no sense practically (because of expense/size/style or all of the above). My latent interior decorating interest is now a full-blown hobby.
I was inspired to make cannoli ice cream after spotting a recipe for ricotta no-churn ice cream that looked both extremely delicious and easy. Now, ricotta seemed like a nice enough flavor on its own, but once I thought about cannoli cream, I couldn’t get it out of my head. Not that I need an excuse to add mini chocolate chips to everything.
These tarts are very nostalgic for me. I made them to remind me of the Blueberry Cream Pie we would sometimes pick up at Brieremere farms in Riverhead when I was a kid. It was extra special because they would only sell it at the height of blueberry season, so we could only get it if we were there at exactly the right time (because I am out of touch with the earth, I checked Google and apparently it’s blueberry season in New York RIGHT NOW so this is very appropriate). The pairing of fresh blueberries with cream cheese whipped cream, instead of the more traditional pastry cream, feels much more laid back and summery.
This story starts in a very optimistic place: I went to a fancy grocery store, bought some fancy, organic, hand-picked peaches and got all excited about the absolutely delicious peaches I would be eating once they got just a little bit riper. Unfortunately, the next two days (in my warm apartment, in the sun) resulted in peaches that were softer, but also bland, tasteless and just that little bit mealy. Things were looking bleak.
Those who know me know that I used to write a blog about lingerie which I loved very much but also made me so fed up I couldn’t even talk about a bra without becoming a full on raving monster. So I took a break from the whole ‘blogging’ thing. (I still love lingerie, but the only thing I could possibly write about it in the future is an extremely well referenced diatribe, so bear with me).