This may well be our favorite appetizer. The combination of the prosciutto with the luscious fig jam is so good and then the creamy goat cheese - well, you just have to make these. And (shhhh...) they are so easy!
All you need for these little wonders are a good fresh baguette, a jar of fig jam, some salty prosciutto, plain goat cheese and some fresh basil. The fig jam is an item which is now found in any grocery store. You just have to know where to look for it. Some stores carry it with the jams and some carry it with the international foods. I know Whole Foods has this brand of jam and they always have some tucked in with all the cheeses.
This stuff is incredible - if you've never had it, you'll want to eat it with a spoon. Or put it on toast. Or make a sandwich with it. Or put it on scrambled eggs. Okay, you get it. For the prosciutto, make sure you buy a good quality prosciutto - because there are so few ingredients, this appetizer is only good as the quality of your ingredients.
I knew I would regret the Wall Street Journal’s expanded leisure section! Before, I was free to read the home sections of any newspaper knowing my darling husband, Bill, would never notice if there was an article on how to be or do a better anything (even dominatrix sex), but the Wall Street Journal - that’s different. He habitually reads it cover to cover. This Saturday’s paper had a recipe for POT OF GOLD (“serves 16!”), and that is when he said– in a moment of early morning intimacy – “You never made me Pot au Feu!”
Every Friday growing up I had a tuna sandwich in my lunch box. The bread was usually soggy by the time lunch came around, caused by the use
of too much mayonnaise and sweet pickle relish. Friday was also the
only day I was allowed to have a soda pop accompany my lunch. It was
usually RC Cola in the can, wrapped in tin foil to keep cold. The RC
Cola also kept my sandwich cool, a bonus as far as I was concerned.
The greatest thing to come out of Buffalo, NY is their wings.
It must be something in the air, I’m not sure what it is. Cupcakes.
Cupcakes instead of cake. First Heather Mangrum (confession– about to
be my step-daughter-in law, engaged to my stepson Alex) who wrote in
about her and Alex’s adorable (and sensible and charming) decision last
week to serve cupcakes at their wedding instead of cake. And the test
they ran to choose them, buying cupcakes from bakeries all over New
York City, adding a kind of individual flourish to an already elegant
and stylized yet slightly modest event. The best kind.
