I’m finally getting a feel for the light in the house. I know a lot of folks assumed that this was the first thing I investigated when we initially looked at it, but, really, it was one of the last. In fact, I didn’t realize how good it was until I actually started playing around. Yes, the kitchen is a bit limited, but I do have two small patches that seem to work nicely. And that’s significantly better than our apartment. I didn’t tell a lot of people this, but I rarely photographed food in our old kitchen. The light just wasn’t very good. So I’d do a lot of the chopping and ingredient shots in the living room, head into the kitchen to cook, and then bring it all back into the living room. It was very challenging and I’m so glad those days are behind me.
In our new place, I get most of my shots in the dining room. There are three large windows that fill the room with just the right amount of light. I’m still getting a sense of the best places to shoot and it’s really exciting when I find a new area to work in.
So, I freaked out a little when I saw fiddleheads in the store. I can’t remember what I went in for. Whatever it was became insignificant as soon as I saw these. For some strange reason, I’m obsessed when I get my hands on them. Maybe it’s their unique shape or that they taste like asparagus, but with a slight grassy note. Whatever it is, I had to buy a bag. I often do a sauté with butter and garlic and will throw them on pasta or grits. This time, I wanted something different. Because they are potentially toxic, it’s a good idea to cook them first, which is what I did. And then I tossed them into an ice bath before throwing them into a bowl with chopped tomato and a light, lemony dressing. That may have been satisfying enough, but a salad doesn’t really hit the spot without the addition of cheese. I’m pretty sure the pecorino brings this whole dish together.
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It’s hard to find the words to express what an amazing experience this last Potluck was. For those who have never attended, I like to describe it as a non-conference conference. Yes, there are keynote speakers. Incredible ones, in fact. The topics, however, are not traditional. Instead of covering SEO and monetization, the themes at the Big Traveling Potluck are much bigger, forcing us to look at ways to improve our lives, and, thus, our writing and photography.
I had the pleasure of being the official photographer for the Potluck. This was the third I’ve photographed and it was such a wonderful experience. I hope these pictures illustrate the love, the passion, and all the incredible food.
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We got spoiled by a few days of really beautiful weather last week. But just before I left for California, it started getting cold again and, when I returned, nothing had changed. It’s pretty crisp out there. You don’t mind a few minutes walking at a fast clip, but any more than that isn’t much fun. That didn’t stop me from spending a little time in our garden. Mind you, I wasn’t actually gardening. Just looking to see what progress had been made while I was away. Every time I look, something else starts to come up. I can’t wait to see it all looks like at its peak.
Even though I swore that I’d take a day to recuperate from a weekend spent photographing the Potluck, I couldn’t help but take my camera out to get some pictures. I’ve been playing around with different flavored rims for my margaritas and one of my favorites is this one that’s made, very simply, by combining sugar with a ton of lemon and lime zest. I sprinkle that on a plate and add powdered ginger and a touch of Kosher salt. It just takes the whole margarita experience to a whole new level.
Speaking of margaritas… let’s chat about that. When it comes to margaritas, I’m kind of a traditionalist. Well, most of the time I am. If using fresh juice, I’m open to interpretation. Store-bought mix, however, is off limits. Who needs it? Not me! Yes, yes, I know limes are expensive right now. So, if you want, use grapefruit. Just please don’t use that cloyingly sweet pre-made mix. This one definitely isn’t traditional, but it’s just as refreshing and still the perfect balance of tart, sweet, and, with that special rim, just a little salty.
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Last week was filled with a lot of firsts. Not just for us, but for Maki too. It’s taken some time for her to get settled into the house. Even now, every time we leave, she runs to the door wondering, hoping, that we’ll take her back to our old place. It’s not that she’s uncomfortable in her new surroundings, just a bit confused. We haven’t made things easy either. In an effort to keep our brand new couch furless, she’s been barred from climbing aboard. It’s a new thing we’re trying and it probably won’t last very long. Not with those sad looks she gives us every time we scold her. What Maki has been enjoying is our yard. Full of sunlight, it’s the perfect place for napping. And then there are the smells — oh, the smells!!! — which never get old. When we go out for walks, she’s excited by every turn.
Of course, now that we’re getting back into a routine, I’m screwing things up by heading out to Southern California to photograph The Big Potluck. I look forward to these events because I know that, by the end, something in me will change. It’s not always a big thing… but just being around my peers, people who share a love for food, for writing and photography it, ignites my creative spirit. I’ll come home with stories for Eric and, hopefully, a little tan as well.
We opened the Cape house last weekend and, while much of it was spent getting things in order, I also found some time to lounge outside and catch up on some neglected magazines. I finally got to check out the seafood issue Saveur created and I instantly fell for the sardine recipes they printed. While I have every intention on trying all of them, I started with this white bean and sardine stew. If you’re wondering if this is a recipe to write home about, well, let me tell you, it’s wonderful. Even those not inclined to try sardines could get behind this hearty dish.
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This blog has become such a part of my life that when I don’t post, it feels like something is missing. I knew that with the move, any projects, both personal and professional, would have to be put on hold. Through it all, though, my mind hasn’t stopped churning out ideas for recipes.
Moving into our house, I’m inspired to get back to the roots of why I started this site. There are recipes from my childhood I’ve been wanting to share, but, for whatever reason, put them aside for other creations. These “Forgotten Cookies” are so simple, both in the ingredients and in its preparation, that I wonder why I don’t make them more often. Oh, right… now I remember. Because I’d be eating them all day. Now, comparatively, this is a pretty healthy dessert. Egg white, sugar, a bit of vanilla extract and, for my version here, a little cocoa powder.
My mom would make these for us as children… in fact, it was one of the first things I learned how to bake. Usually, she’d keep them plain (no cocoa) or add mini chocolate chips. I’ve modified the recipe slightly. What’s fun about these is that once you throw them in the oven, you just turn off the heat and leave them in there. You can leave the house to run errands or make them before heading to bed.
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A few weeks ago I was asked by KitchenSurfing to photograph a pop up dinner they helped organize with local chefs Samuel Monsour and Mark O’Leary. The idea behind the dinner was to have them present their take on junk food: Fritos with duck, Brussels sprouts, and blue cheese. Handi-snack with foie gras, pear and Campari. A Snickers bar stuffed with chicken liver, viet caramel, and peanuts. And a Filet-O-Fish with crab, uni, and squid ink buns. There were six dishes total, each paired with wine, beer, and cocktails.
There will be more of these “The Future of Junk Food” events throughout the year, so if you’re in the area, I highly recommend checking out one of these memorable dinners.
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