Jessica’s ode to ice cream. Elise pops up homemade popsicles. Françoise’s strawberry soirée. Taking the icy rhubarb-raspberry route. Matt’s plum crazy. Exploring her sweet (not savory) side. Derrick rocks with Hot Fudge Sauce. Adam sings for his scoop.
In a full about-face, I’ve left fog-bound San Francisco and this morning I woke up in super-sunny Texas. This week I’ll be teaching classes in ice cream making with recipes from my book, The Perfect Scoop, and sharing recipes for my favorite Parisian chocolate desserts at Central Market stores across Texas. Here’s the dates, and hope to meet y’all there… June 10 and 11: Houston…
You can find good Vietnamese food in Paris, and there are a couple of nice addresses for Chinese food as well, but if there’s a good Korean bbq in the City of Light, that kalbi has yet to singe my lips. When I come back to San Francisco, people ask me if I’m interested in trying the newest, hottest, most au courant restaurants in town….
I am not a good traveler and I get whiny and irritable when I’m the least bit uncomfortable. Even more so than usual. There’s nothing I like better than tucking into my own bed every night and arranging the jumble of pillows just-so in my own very-special configuration. So unlike the rest of America, I sympathize with Paris Hilton and am not keen on sleeping…
I am such an idiot. I won’t tell you who, but years back, someone with a thriving restaurant on 18th Street in San Francisco alerted me to a great business opportunity nearby. Food-related, of course. I passed, and now the area is the culinary destination in the Bay Area. (Aside from the taqueria on Church Street across from the Afeway…) Although I missed the proverbial…
When I moved away from San Francisco, my biggest worry wasn’t having to learn an entirely new language. Nor was I concerned about the challenges certain to be encountered adapting to a foreign culture. No. My greatest concern was—What was I going to do without burritos? If you’re not from San Francisco, you probably have little idea how important to life a burrito is. Yes,…
If anyone of you has been planning to go to Portugal, I’d say “Don’t walk…run!” to get there. Except that’s perhaps only possible if you live close by, in Spain. And in which case, you’d probably take the train. Here’s some various and sundry impressions and images from my trip. Apologies to any Portuguese folks for mangling their language. And thanks to the readers who…
There’s something about a warm fruit crisp with a scoop of Vanilla Ice Cream melting alongside that most people are unable to resist. And who doesn’t love pulling that heavy baking dish, fragrant with the aroma of sweet seasonal fruit, out of the oven, with the rich fruit juices bubbling, with the heavenly smell of the buttery, nutty topping? What’s not to like? I love…
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