Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Still, I decided to meet my friend Colin there for a lunch meeting today. I assumed that a weekday meal would be better experience. I was not disappointed.
I won't wax too poetic here and I will limit my outpouring to the one item that illustrates my experience today: the gorgeous heirloom tomato soup. It was perfectly rich without being heavy. Warm in color, temperature, texture and flavor it was the perfect antidote for the cold outside. Spicy, the soupwas beautifully balanced with a finish of fruity olive oil.
This was not the only reason that Seersucker soared for me today. Without the throngs of waiting people weighing it down the music, the light, the space itself harmonized with the simple and straight forward food in a way that is not as apparent during a Saturday afternoon rush. I may never come back during the weekends again.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Students usually start at three years old, but always the advocate for her children, my mother talked the teacher in to giving us a free evaluation because Jada is already so musically inclined.
Miss Katherine, the teacher, was respectfully skeptical. Most two year olds cannot consistently follow instruction or sit still for an hour, but she would try.
Well, Jada sat down next to Ryan at the piano and took over the keys! Miss Katherine tried to go with flow and channel Jada's momentum by asking her to touch the black keys and then the white keys. Jada completely ignored her and the evaluation turned in to a free style duet with her cousin!
The enthusiasm is definitely there but we are going to wait another year for Jada to take formal lessons. In the meantime, she can live vicariously through Ryan, watching him play and practice. She has her own little piano at home too. Everyday, she sings "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" while "playing" it, with perfect pitch and to her own beat.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Lately, date night has been a quick drink at Blue Ribbon Brooklyn, at the end of a long Friday or Saturday night shift at Va Beh'. The bartender there makes the best French martini in NYC, beautifully balanced, just strong enough with only a blush of Chambord and a hint of pineapple. Michele has a classic Stoli orange on the rocks. Both are usually ready on the bar before we can even have a chance to place our order.
We're usually holding hands as we sip our drinks but we probably chat more with Dan and Sean and the other bartenders, managers and customers than we do with each other. It's that kind of place, "where everybody knows your name" and all that, the perfect little detour before we finally head home.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
|Va Beh' chicken liver crostini|
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Need I say more?
It is officially Christmas time at our house! The roof may be in repair, the basement gutted, the ceiling in this very room has yet to be painted but our new house is a home, no matter the state of repair, when our family traditions are kept and our connections to each other are made more important than our circumstances.
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Saturday, November 24, 2012
|Simultaneously, Mike made his his famous lasagna and tiramisu.|
|I'd put out the appetitivi and amuse bouche, smoked rainbow and lake trout over creme fraiche and chives on chips.|
|I clearly remember putting out the butternut squash soup...|
|Mom, enjoying said salad|
|Papa Irv getting ready to go in on the turkey and ham.|
|Ellen, Papa Irv, Ma, me, Mike, Ty, Eddie, Dani and Edna|
|My plate of rice and beans, mac and cheese, yams, collards, potato salad, kale salad and a dollop of ham atop turkey in the center of it all.|
|Even Sylvester was like, "Say what?!"|
|..and an earnest, "Good night!" from Ryan.|
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Prepping for Thanksgiving is mundane; lists and such are a bore, especially for the tried and true dishes made over and over again every year. The highlight of our mad dash around Bk for the holiday was a personal, and professional, trip to Gold Star in my hometown, Red Hook.
Gold Star lives in an indescript building in an industrial area, in the cut off of Court Street and on the other side of the Gowanus Expressway.
If you can find it you will be rewarded with the best smoked fish in the borough.
We picked up some rainbow trout for the restaurant this weekend and a purchased few whole fish for our festivities tomorrow. Can't wait.
Monday, November 19, 2012
My man has the simplest, most straightforward approach that I can show in you two pictures, demystifying this process forever:
|Toss the squid in flour, salt and pepper|
Friday, November 16, 2012
The recipe is so simple, it's crazy. It's amazing how so few ingredients can pack such a big punch. My take on it, a much simpler version of the soup, literally consisted of:
one bay leaf
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
The nature versus nurture question arises. How many of her affinities are her own and how many are influenced by beach-loving parents or a mom who works in the music business? Does she impulsively "write" with paper and pen because she sees me using them all of the time or does she have a natural affinity for words?
Jada loves playing drums too, as does her father. Is this inheritance or imitation? This video of her at The Guitar Center makes me think it's a little bit of both.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
It's on. Two weeks out from Thanksgiving and I am already beginning to panic, internally of course. I smiled graciously when Mike invited the family (twenty people!!) over in the first flush of excitement upon moving in to the new house. Three weeks later and we have only successfully finished painting one room. Countless unpacked boxes are laying in random places. A new stove sits in the foyer waiting for construction to be completed in the second kitchen upstairs.
Slowly but surely we are making progress but making this house a home is going to take a long time. Adding a major holiday to the drama of it all is daunting. I'm tempted to call it all off. But that's not the spirit of Thanksgiving. It is about celebrating the paint splattered floors and the piles of belongings yet to find their place in this new space. It is about gratitude for all that we have and sharing all that we have with the people we love most and inviting them to be a part of the process. No one on our guest list is coming here to judge us. I should take my ego out of this situation and all of the grandiose and unrealistic ideas about how things should be and just go with the flow. Doesn't mean I can't be just a little neurotic about the schedule of tasks I'd like to see completed by the 22nd. It just means that it's not the end of the world if we are not watching the Macy's Parade in a house that looks like a Nate Berkus ad. All will be well.
Friday, November 9, 2012
A little background info here: Ribollita is a traditional Tuscan soup made with stale bread, winter greens, beans, cheese, tomatoes and herbs. It is simple, heavenly, healthy, rich and decadent using very few ingredients. It is also perfect for a snowy day.
It all starts with a base of diced onions, garlic and celery sautéed in the best olive oil that you can find.