Sunday, August 26, 2007

Apples of Love - FB2B, part 70

Tomatoes, or Pomodori (aka "Apples of Love" in Italian) are in peak season right now in the tri-state area here around New York, as well as in other parts of the country. The Greenmarket just seems to have exploded with them, their red, yellow, orange, and even purple colors jazzing up the greens of the zucchini, basil and corn husks, as well as the hues of the other summer bounty.


As with the apricot tart I'd made a few weeks ago, I'd been waiting, holding out, trying not to be tempted by the very first batch I'd seen, for the perfect moment to buy the small, pomodorini (little tomatoes) that I'd need to make a tomato tart recipe that I had pulled from an issue of BBC Good Food last summer. With the collection of tiny red, orange, and yellow gems that I brought home yesterday, the time seemed perfect to try it again.




Sunday, August 19, 2007

An NYC Foodie Dilemma - FB2B, part 69

On Friday, I realized when I'd checked out some of the activities taking place in town this weekend that there was A Conflict. A huge conflict. The kind of conflict that caused a surge of existential foodie angst in my soul. Two big street fair/food festivals taking place on the same day in the city. You think the permits committee would have also noticed the same and made someone move one of them. Maybe they just don't have their stomachs in the right place or don't appreciate the drama that this causes for some of us who travel more by our sense of taste. Indian food and Barbecue in the same day. In the same city. What to do????

Today was the 8th Annual Blues BBQ over on Pier 54 on the Hudson River. Great music, wonderful food. Roots deep into my Southern soul. Hanging out on the river. Eating juicy, smoky, delectable barbecue with all the sides. Listening to the deep, soulful sounds of the blues by some great artists. What could be better on a hot August afternoon?

On the other hand, in Madison Square Park today, the annual India Day Parade was also taking place. This is an Asian-subcontinent culinary lovers dream. Dhal, rice, saag paneer, chicken tikka masala ready to eat and waiting for me. The air filled with spices. Shake Shack closed for the day so that all that one can smell is the exotic perfume of curries without the clash of hamburger grease (much as I like that smell in its own right). The part of my life and soul that craves these tastes is lit on fire by the thought.

Arrrgghhh!!! What to do? Would this cause chaos for my digestive system and my tastebuds? The timing of each of these events could allow me to go to both. Would my very being be torn in two by trying to attempt to satisfy both very different parts of my persona in one day? What was I to do?

There was always Option D - A and B to pick one or the other and C being to do both - which is to do neither and go home and take a nap. This is an option that is sometimes offered by a sibling of mine. The weather was gloomy and rain threatened. The bus I wanted to take downtown never seemed to show, although every other bus seemed to arrive. I took that as a sign that I was not meant to go to either festival. In the end, I decided on a version of Option D, which was to go home and watch cooking shows.

For dinner, I pulled these sausages out of the freezer that I'd gotten at the Greenmarket a few weeks back. Their curry taste is subtle and filled the bill for my Indian food craving. The barbecue part will have to wait until lunchtime next week when I can make it to Daisy Mae's food cart in Midtown for a smoky, pulled pork sandwich and some sweet iced tea.



Buon appetito!

Monday, August 06, 2007

I'm so not Julia - FB2B, part 68

I was checking on on the folks at "Is My Blog Burning" and came across another group effort in which I thought it might be fun to participate. The blogger who hosts Champaign Taste asked for contributions in honor of Julia Child's birthday on 15th August.

Remember a few months back when I said that I really should learn how to make Crêpes Suzette as I do love to eat them? This blog round-up seemed like the perfect opportunity to get me motivated to attempt this recipe. The timing seemed even better as I'd recently brought back to New York the two-volume set of Julia Child's (and company's) "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" from Virginia, where they'd been in storage at my parents' house, along with my other cookbooks.



Thursday, August 02, 2007

You Scream, I Scream - FB2B, part 67




The three days of 90-degree-plus temperatures this past week (more than 35 Centigrade) qualify as a heat wave, per the meteorologist for my local news channel. Good thing, then, that this past Thursday was National Ice Cream Sandwich Day according to Slashfood. I have to admit that, despite all the great gourmet-handmade-ices/gelatos/small-dairy-production things available today, sometimes, the only thing that hits the spot is a simple, elementary-school-style ice cream sandwich or one of those cone things with the chocolate and the peanuts on the top.

I won't apologize for it. Instead, this week, I chose to embrace it as you see from the photos above. By way of complete disclosure, I actually bought two, yes, two ice cream sandwiches from the bodega half a block from my apartment while I was on my way home on Thursday. I'd been fixated on them all afternoon and couldn't convince a co-worker that our team really needed to take a break, so he should really go and get them for all of us. The ice creams were 75 cents apiece. That's a far cry from the 15 cents I used to pay in elementary school, but then it has been quite a few years since I was there.


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