Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Who knew that this photo, of such a humble sounding/looking dish could illicit a flood of requests for the recipe in a matter of 24 hours!? I was shocked.
True to my story telling nature, I set about researching the History of Potatoes in France which consumed a couple of days (because it's fascinating, spellbinding even). BUT, this morning it occurred to me that a recipe is a recipe and just maybe I should post that deliciousness right now! So... with no further ado, here you go:
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Who would have guessed, two years ago in Paris, that meeting Christina Potter and her wife, Judith McKnight, would lead to one of the most outstanding food festivals of my life? (Well, Cristina and Judith did) Having never been to Mexico, the temptation of traveling to a warmer climate only grew as the weather in Central California got damper. It didn't take much convincing to book a ticket to Mexico City when Cristina told me the food festival (last year) fell the 3rd week of October. Reservations were made, tickets purchased and licktey-split, we were off on another 'culinary extravaganza' adventure...
Sunday, September 8, 2013
It's Saturday afternoon. The weather report says it's raining but in fact, from where I'm sitting, it's a glorious day and my little corner of Paris is hopping! There is live music in the park, free organic ice cream and about 8 booths in the park across the street from where I am sitting at Le Commerce (one of my local haunts where they tu-toi me and kiss me on both cheeks a whole bunch). It is an annual event where residents can find out exactly what their mayor has done for them lately.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Everything was ready. The Tonkotsu broth was made from organic, free range pork bones simmered for three days and nights. Brown, green, blue and beige eggs immersion poached in a big transparent vat... ramen noodles were cut practically to order before our hungry eyes. The Kimchi and pickled cucumber were handmade just days before being served from large glass jars. Organic. Handmade. Homemade. The $8.00 question was... who (and how many) would actually come?