fruit.

January 14th, 2010

brioche french toast with apple compote.

brioche french toast with apple compote. brioche french toast with apple compote.

lovely

Some weekends are perfect for french toast. I was sick all last week, and the cold was definitely presenting some major deterrents to venturing outside for more than the most important of errands, so some warm, comforting food seemed like it would do just the trick. I’d made french toast dozens of times before, but never with home-made bread, so I decided to try out the brioche recipe from my brand new baking bible and then use the bread to make french toast.

get all french like, over this way.

December 14th, 2009

la la rugelach

la la rugelach la la rugelach

poppy seeds

Oh, my goodness, it’s been so long. There have been many things, some of them terrible, some of them annoying, some of them great, and all of them quite time-consuming. But there’s finally been some baking going on, so let’s get to it.

Let’s do, over here.

October 29th, 2009

apple crisp, and a birthday

apple crisp, and a birthday apple crisp, and a birthday

oatsnapples

Let me tell you a story: After I graduated from college, I moved to France for a little while, to teach English and find my bearings in the big, scary world outside of the college bubble. When I was getting ready to make my triumphant return to the states, I decided that I would try living in New York (I’m originally from Northern California). So I packed my bags and came straight here, after two panicked and bewildering days wandering around in Charles de Gaulle. I had lined up a place to stay in Manhattan while I looked for a job and an apartment, but for various reasons, that situation didn’t work out, and I very quickly found myself homeless, jobless, and broke in a gigantic, expensive, and unfamiliar city.

Things get familiar and quite delicious, over here

August 17th, 2009

north brooklyn bloggers banquet super gosh awesome wow!

north brooklyn bloggers banquet super gosh awesome wow! north brooklyn bloggers banquet super gosh awesome wow!

girlcate and boots

Once upon a time, by which I mean about two months ago, Kenan had an idea.

Actually, I should maybe give you some background first, before I get to the idea part: You see, Kenan and I are fortunate enough to have a plethora of friends (and friends of friends) who share our proclivity for blogging and photographing and drawing and such. As it also happens, all of them like to eat good food, even if they don’t themselves make a project of creating it (for more information, see my ‘blog roll, ladies and gents; they’re all worth a read). Kenan and I often talk about how living in a city like this is so great for community; not only are there great multitudes of talented people around doing amazing, beautiful things, but a good number of them live in our neighborhood, and having their stuff around to keep up on and learn from is both inspiring and happy-making. So, Kenan had the idea to get a group of said bloggers and photographers and generally epicurean folks together for one big, extravagant, entirely blogger-created meal.

mealing and dealing when the dinner bell rings.

August 9th, 2009

siblings and friends, berry cobbler and george michael.

siblings and friends, berry cobbler and george michael. siblings and friends, berry cobbler and george michael.

fruits

My lovely and wonderful little sister, Meg, arrived for a short but much-needed visit a couple weeks ago. As it happened, her visit also coincided briefly with the visit of Leah, one of my dearest and closest friends from Oberlin. The seemingly ever-looming rain had returned, so the prospect of going on big adventures didn’t seem so appealing, but we decided to get dinner in the neighborhood, rain be damned (okay, so by the time we went out the rain had pretty much slowed to a drizzle, but we’re still a pretty intrepid bunch). We went to the always cozy and delicious Habitat. I’ve gotta tell you, I’ve loved french fries since I was no bigger than an easy bake oven and thus consider myself somewhat of a french fry connoisseur. And as a self-proclaimed fry expert (fryspert?), I feel confident saying that the waffle fries at Habitat are magnifique – some of my favorites at the moment.

What not to not eat, after the sauté.