39 posts tagged food
how to make spaghetti carbonara
I’ve been seeing so much beautiful work coming out of Paper lately, especially in the past two weeks since FiftyThree introduced zoom. The idea that people are creating just because blows me away. Maybe it’s the neat handwriting; maybe it’s the details. It’s both. I see something like this sketch and it looks like a glimpse into the future: One in which anyone can make something beautiful, fun, informative, shareable and spontaneous.
Made With Paper by zhiqi-zhu
summer has begunDinner under a clear blue sky at GoogaMooga in Prospect Park last night.
Dinner with Michelle, Andrea and Ryan. Lumberjack cake for dessert.
Frances 3870 17th street, san francisco, ca. (415) 621 3870
Sapp Coffee Shop 5183 hollywood blvd los angeles, ca. (323) 665 1035
this weekend affordable art fair
Affordable Art Fair New York returns this week! From tomorrow April 4th until Sunday April 7th, the spring edition of the fair will house 82 galleries that will showcase work by artists from around the world with over 25 works of “food art.”
I’m an advocate of creators and creativity (it’s not easy to be a maker in a world of consumers…) and I like how this event promotes the work of artists, painters, photographers and sculptors at an approachable price point. Approachable meaning $100-$10,000, which is still a hunk of change, but they’re something to consider as investment pieces (especially if you’re prone to dropping hundreds of dollars on personal effects, like an expensive handbag).
Tickets are available online at affordableartfair.com/newyork for $15 for adults and $10 for students and seniors.
If you’re in New York this weekend, you should go! It’s fun. Like browsing a Pinterest board in real life.
images courtesy of laforce + stevens
Chef Andy Ricker’s interpretation of a typical Thai ice cream sandwich served with jackfruit ice cream in buns sourced from a NYC Chinese bakery.
pok pok ny, brooklyn
Left the snow behind in New York today for sea, sand, sunshine and tacos.
Here are the shy, smiley women of Taqueria Don Beto, cutting up oranges for fresh orange juice on the side of the main highway from Cancun airport to Tulum.
Chris and I made a beeline here in our little white rented car and arrived just as they were closing to feast on the dregs of cochinita pibil, a traditional Mexican slow-roasted pork dish, which, in this case, is served in flour tacos on the side of the road.
Major lasagna operation led by Chris. I played sous chef and ground the Parmigiano Reggiano.
Plotting world domination with Kat and Alison over Dutch pancakes. The skylight in the back room means there’s beautiful natural light here, but the blueberry lemon pancakes could have used more lemon juice. And butter.
juliette 135 north 5th street, williamsburg (718) 388 9222
I come here to think and drink mocha and eat lavender shortbread.
bakeri 150 wythe avenue, brooklyn. (718) 388 8037
Sometimes I watch my Stupidly Simple Snacks videos and think: Okay these are pretty funny (even though it’s weird to be reminded of my old apartment). Time may pass but deviled eggs remain the best. Though I must admit this recipe could have definitely used more mustard and mayonaise.
favorite things table for one
I stopped by House of Small Wonder for a snack around three yesterday. It’s an odd, in-between time for diners and restaurants alike when it’s not quite lunch but definitely not dinner. Unsure of the appropriate meal to order for the hour, I settled on a banana Nutella croissant figuring it’s always time for dessert.
The croissant turned out to be quite small, so I finished it in a few bites. Still hungry, I caved to my savory craving and ordered the Okinawan taco rice, a popular Japanese lunch dish consisting of ground beef on a bed of rice, lettuce and tomato, topped with an egg over easy. I like well-seasoned ground beef so much I’d eat it on its own with a fork in a bowl, so, needless to say, I’m enamored with this dish. Plus, the red sauce they use reminds me of sweet homemade ketchup. Basically, it’s the Asian equivalent to sloppy joes without the burger bun.
In an attempt to detach myself from the Internet, I ignored my phone for a full twenty minutes and turned to a book instead. I tried to memorize details of the garden-inspired decor and Prussian blue walls to motivate a trip to Home Depot or wherever it is that people buy paint. I eavesdropped on my neighbors and briefly wondered about what brought them there. Are they students? Restaurant employees? Freelancers? (I wonder if we’re Twitter friends…) Do they like the show Girls or did they drag their feet through the first three episodes of the second season like I did? How do they know each other? Why are they splitting a croissant!? It’s tiny.
I took out my phone to capture the foggy afternoon and my pre-lunch pastry, grateful I was inside with good food and the rare pleasure of not having to talk to anybody.
house of small wonder, 77 north 6th street, brooklyn. (718) 388 6160
Celebrating baby Juliana at her Red Egg Ceremony with broiled mayo lobster in an eight-course feast that also included roast pork; lamb chops; seafood soup; abalone, mushrooms and pea shoots; and a teriyaki broiled cod that I was too full to enjoy.
I probably shouldn’t have eaten two red hard-boiled eggs at the beginning of the meal… I am bad at resisting dyed eggs and temptation. Alas.
They make the most buttery, flaky croissants here. If you get the ham and cheese, they even warm it up.
tarallucci e vino, 15 east 18th street, nyc / via instagram
give give give
Whenever I am sad I try to do something nice for someone. And whenever I am happy, I try to make someone else happy, too. These two scenarios usually end up with me writing greeting cards, getting back to long neglected emails, calling my old college roommates, making a beeline to my favorite Greenpoint restaurant, Manhattan Inn, for their cheeseburger and bourbon cocktails, or sending cookies to a friend for no reason at all, except that I’m either deliriously happy or sad.* Emotions are complicated.
I just returned from a week in Colombia; it was a hard trip. Chris and I argued a lot, which I am only sharing here because it makes sense to me to reveal both happy prosciutto-filled days and rocky spots that are essential, unavoidable aspects of any relationship. Love is complicated.
Which brings me to this — I am happier now after having been kind of mopey all day. I went to yoga and when I got home, I discovered that my friend, photographer Alice Gao, is selling a 2013 calendar featuring select photos from her insanely popular and beautiful Instagram feed. You may remember Alice shot my portrait this summer. I adore her blog and her work.
In the spirit of passing on good vibrations, I want to surprise a few of you guys with a calendar by Alice. Tell me what you do to feel better when you’re sad. To “enter,” you can reblog this post and add your comment in the post, you can leave a direct reply, send me a private Tumblr message or email me at amy [at] amyblogschow [dot] com.
And, as always, thank you for reading. I feel better already.
* I also feel better when I give this rapscallion a treat.
2013 Instagram photo calendars for sale on my blog // 25% of sales in November will be donated to local Sandy relief efforts.