If I had to name my top three desserts, in that too-brief list would be Black & White Cookies. I can’t visit New York without having at least one per day, although it’s getting tougher and tougher to find a decent one there. On my last trip I found a lot of shrink-wrapped cookies, but there’s nothing like biting into a jumbo-sized fluffy disk of…
Gleamin’Â – copper bowls Flamin’Â – flame decals Swipin’Â – side swipe beater Beatin’Â – metro beater Screamin’Â – ice cream attachment Dreamin’Â – confectionary and candy coating attachment Beamin’Â – custom-painted KitchenAid
There’s a debate in the blogging community, that some of you may not be privy to—or more likely, give a hoot about—concerning gifts from companies. I’m always reading these things on bulletin boards, such as…“I’m really conflicted. Mercedes-Benz would like to upgrade the S-class sedan they gave me last year with a convertible, but if I accept it, does that compromise my integrity?” And I’m,…
I don’t know where they get these, and I don’t really care. But if you stop in da rosa and don’t pick up a bag of them, you’re making a terrible mistake. These little dusty ovals of chocolate enrobe a Marcona almond tucked in the middle and there’s just a touch for the smoky taste of pimente d’Espelette, the bright-red Basque chili powder that I…
This award-winning recipe goes quite a ways back. It first landed on my radar via food-writer Arthur Schwartz, who led me to this recipe for this Asian-inspired chicken dish. It sounded so good and easy to make in a skillet, on the stovetop, and included everything I like – moist chicken thighs, a burst of chili powder, a bit of sweet-saltiness, and lots (and lots) of garlic….
This weekend, I’ll be featured in an episode of Diary of a Foodie. Click on the link to watch the entire episode.
I find it odd that you can’t get laundry detergent, shampoo, shaving cream, or deodorant that’s not perfumed around here. But French Fries? They’re available sans odeur.
Today I had what I call a “Welcome To France” day. That expression came about a couple of years ago, when a friend who lives in Switzerland came to run in the Paris marathon. Except when he went to register, they told him he wasn’t registered even though he had a letter from them saying that he had indeed registered. And he wasn’t alone; there…
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