Thursday, November 27, 2014
One of the things that I miss after we moved from California are the coffee shops - and the pastries that go with them. Me, I'm a Peet's girl; I like the pitch black coffee they brew (unless I loose a whole cupful of it on the grey carpet at home, to leave a stain that will last until the carpet dies...) and the fact that they play the classical radio station; nothing against Jazz and Blues, but nice for a change. Close by where we used to live there is a Peet's next to a Whole Foods with a view of the hills: a win-win combination, coffee, pastry and a nice view (there's also a 6 lane Highway right next to it, but it sits lower than the hills, so you can't see it - you can't win every time).
Thursday, November 6, 2014
My friends and family give me cookbooks - for birthdays, anniversaries and Christmases; I'm very happy about that, no complaints at all and by now I have an interesting collection that I like to browse, read or get inspiration from. I still remember the very first cookbook I ever bought, when I was sixteen and had just returned home from some time spent as an exchange student at The George School in Newtown, near Philadelphia in Pennsylvania. While I was there I had developed a serious liking for sweet things like brownies, pancakes and chocolate chip cookies and once home I fully intended to keep eating them, which meant making them myself and since I had no idea about cooking or baking (which wasn't on the top of my to-do list at that time), I needed a cookbook when buying cookbooks was still uncool and knowledge of american cuisine virtually nonexistent. The book I bought, by the way, is about as tall as my hand is high and about as thick as my index finger and it doesn't sport a single picture. But it did the trick, anyway. You might say, you can blame it all on the brownies....
Friday, July 25, 2014
Greek Food is really great; lots of olive oil, lots of lemon, oregano, sage, honey - and full-fat, extra creamy yogurt to go with it - meat, fish and seafood until you wish for a couple of extra stomachs to put it all. My kids are firm believers of the incredible phenomenon called the "desert stomach" - extra capacity for sweet stuff that seems to be infinite.....I could have used one or two of them to eat myself through the extensive lunches we've enjoyed daily when we visited our friends in Athens. Obviously, though, it seems to be a thing you really, truly have to believe in, else it won't work - or maybe it only works for sweet stuff? Instead, I felt a lot like Eric Carl's "Very Hungry Caterpillar" does on Saturday evening....
Friday, April 11, 2014
My friend Pia is blessed with italian roots and a family that knows how to cook and by extension I get to enjoy ecxellent espresso and home cooked italian food whenever I see her, which is not nearly often enough. Last time we met we cooked toegether for her birthday party and ended up with a culturally confused yet tasty buffet - cheesy chicken nachos and tiramisu, anyone? - but the star of that nights' show was the minestrone, a big pot full of tomatoey goodness and fresh veggies and a good dose of olive oil.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Inside the door of the kitchen cabinet that is home to our oldie-but-goldie Gaggia (that sadly suffers from severe calcification at the moment and refuses to make more espressos for those in need) there sticks a post-it note every week that has the days of the week (weekends are free for all, more creative, everybody has a say - and an opinion - about what's for dinner) and dinner plans on it, that I stick to (pun not intended), mostly. It facilitates shopping (I'm brain dead when I'm at the store without a plan; that and being hungry while grocery shopping are a loose-loose combination: none of the things that we actually need make it home with me, but all of the things that I felt like, instead...lunchbox-limbo: bread? Let them eat cake!) and it takes the "what should we have for dinner tomorrow" out of the dinner conversation today. It also helps to keep the protein situation in our freezer at a manageable level; amazing and completely unexpected, how frozen chicken breasts seem to have a second lease on the after-life and migrate from shelf to shelf just to confuse me...