If I only had a grill…
This weekend I’m going to discover the Hidden Kitchen of Paris.
A potty-mouth comes clean.
The…um…most…er, ah…unusual thing I was gifted in the states.
Findik Ice Cream.
A delectable inside look inside an internship at Pierre Hermé.
Take breathtaking and beautiful food photos without breaking the bank.
(“Cobalt blue flying-fish roe mounded on top of a marrow bone and peas and grated carrots suspended in a square of agar-agar” or “Hot Dog Chic au King Crab” anyone?)
And people think we make this stuff up!
I taste Texas’ Blue Bell ice cream (…but, once again, what’s up with always using the worst photos of me?)
(Plus a whirlwind trip through the ice cream shops of Austin.)