Food and Drink

Breakfast of Champions

 

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Fully agreed, Sam Sifton. My breakfasts, particularly during the week, are not elaborate affairs.  They're not always pretty, as shown above, and are more often than not taken to-go, but they are a vital part of each day. Often it's a wedge of fritatta, sometimes an egg white omelette or a nuked egg with veggies, cheese and bacon if I've got some (not the best texture, but quick and portable). Sometimes it's a hard-boiled egg, and today it was an English muffin with smashed avocado. Lately I've been adding fruit -- half a grapefruit or pineapple chunks. The coup de grace is coffee -- generally just a pour-over directly into my travel mug, but sometimes a latte or shakerato.

If I didn't eat breakfast, I'd likely bite someone's head off by about 11.


Booze You Can Use: Have a Trinidad Sour (at Suffolk Arms)

The Trinidad Sour is a particularly unusual cocktail because its base is not a spirit, but rather a full ounce of Angostura bitters. Created by Giuseppe Gonzalez here in NYC, I've seen this cocktail pop up at bars around the country, most recently at Hunt & Alpine Club in Portland, Maine, but now, you can get it right here from the man himself. Giuseppe has opened a new bar -- Suffolk Arms -- where it sits on the menu alongside other house cocktails, twists on classics, and an entire section based on vodka. The bar is an homage to NYC itself, with portraits of famous New Yorkers in the menu and on the walls, and serving some of NYC's classic foods, like a Russ & Daughters smoked fish platter and matzo ball soup.  I would highly recommend going there to get one, but you can make your own at home, so long as you're able to pry the top off of your Angostura.

Trinidad Sour

1 ounce Angostura
1 ounce orgeat
3/4 ounce lemon juice
1/2 ounce Rittenhouse 100 proof rye
Combine ingredients in a shaker with ice; shake and strain into a coupe.


Domesticity

I've gotten into a habit of using a portion of my weekends to cook and prep meals for the week. This may mean cooking something like beef stew in large quantities and then portioning into smaller containers for the freezer and/or lunch during the week, roasting veggies to eat as a side or toss in a salad, hard-boiling eggs, washing greens, cutting up veggies, grinding coffee, or making a fritatta -- anything that makes taking a healthy lunch or grab-and-go breakfast easier. I also find it a fairly relaxing way to spend time and I can catch up on my podcasts at the same time. The only thing that might make it better would be a dishwasher, but the good thing is that I'll have one soon enough .  . .


Shock and Awwww

PhotoGrid_1446477878572My birthday is at the end of December, which is one of many reasons why, when I walked into the 8th Street Winecellar last Wednesday night, I was completely shocked that my friends were throwing me a surprise party. It took me several full minutes to begin to comprehend what was going on, even well after people started saying "surprise," and "happy birthday" (the latter made no sense to me -- it wasn't anywhere near my birthday).  Finally, someone sat me down and handed me a bag with a few gifts in it. I reached in to find a bright red potholder (yay! new potholder!), and inside was a little book. I started to read. "Surprise!" it read, "happy early birthday :)" Astounded, I continued to read. The next page made me lose it completely: "You are loved." The rest of the book was gravy at that point. Life gets busy. I see my friends less and less, especially those who have gotten married and/or had children. I can feel very alone at certain points. But not only did my friends plan a surprise party for me, they chipped in and over 35 people gave me money to help offset the costs of my upcoming kitchen renovation. As I kept reading the book, slowly realizing what was going on, I lost it again. There were pages from each person/couple who donated, and the ones who attended the party wrote a note on their page. The others will have to wait until I see them in person to fill in their pages. My friends are amazing. 

The next day, I sent various texts to friends who contributed, thanking them again for their generosity and for the complete suprise. One friend said the kindest thing to me: 

You are one of my best friends and you have always been there for me. You are also one of the most selfless and generous people I know. So many people feel this way about you. They/we might not be present all of the time or as much as we might want to be or you might want us to be, but for me, you are on my mind more than you realize. This gift to you is a mere token of the enormous amounts of appreciation and love we have for you. We are so lucky to have you in our lives! And we can't wait to see the joy on your face when you cook meals in your new kitchen!!!

The thing that stood out in what she said was the fact that I feel the same way about many of my friends -- even when I don't see people as often as I'd like, they are there in my mind and in my heart. I need to be better about letting them know.  Thanks to all of you, and I can't wait to keep cooking for you!! xoxoxo


Autumnal Musings

  • I will never have an electric stove if I can help it. They are miserable to cook on.
  • I love taking out e-books from the library, except that this time, I was 98% of the way through the book when it expired. Now I'm back on the waiting list to read the remaining 2%.
  • Make this. It's easy and it looks impressive. You will thank me later.
  • I have somehow lost two pieces of clothing. In my apartment. This is terrifying. Maybe it's a subtle reminder from the universe that I need to once again clean out my closet -- like for real take every last thing out until I can see the floor and the walls, vacuum, and replace things one by one. I'm sure they're in there somewhere.
  • Although I don't necessarily jump on board the pumpkin spiced everything train, it smells good in the office when someone heats a pumpkin spiked something (bagel?) in the toaster (even though I'd never eat one myself).
  • Did you know you that, at least in NYC, you can send your sweaters off to the drycleaners for the summer and only get charged for the cleaning and not the storage? Downside -- it takes approximately two weeks to get them back. I mis-calculated and had no cozy sweaters for OJ this year (19th annual, for anyone keeping track).