I’ve had some interesting influences in my life. Two of them were goats. Both were in baseball, but in very different ways.
One was Mickey Owen, the catcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers in the 1941
World Series. In Game 4, the New York Yankees were trailing by a run
with two out and nobody on in the ninth inning when Tommy Henrich swung
and missed for strike three. That should have ended the game, but the
ball got away from Mickey, and Henrich wound up on first. The Yankees
rallied to win the game, and went on to win the World Series. Despite
being a four-time All-Star in his 13-year career, Mickey Owen was
always remembered for his dropped third strike and was forever known as
a goat.
A Celebration of Chefs and Others
A Celebration of Chefs
The Pusher Man
The other day, my daughter Hannah and I stopped by Surfas. It always
surprises me when she wants to go there, since their prepared food is,
lets just say..um..esoteric. She ordered the 72 layer biscuit with ham
and cheese and drank a Bubble Up. Oh to be 13, 5’5” and weigh 98 lbs.
After that, as we crossed over into the store, a fellow cradling a
basket of hot baguettes narrowly missed running into me as he made his
way to his station or should I say ‘kingdom’, because this guy rules!
Hannah and I watched him set up the baguettes and tend to a customer at the newly established Cheese Bar. If you haven’t been to Surfas lately, there have been some delightful additions to the whole experience.
Before Julia There Was Dione
Before Julia there was Dione – Dione Lucas. Well, actually for me, Dione came after my early marriage attempts at Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I signed up for Lucas’ Le Cordon Bleu class that was being held in the back of a gourmet houseware’s store in New York. It may have been the last class she taught, as we all knew she was quite ill. She was distracted, grumpy, utterly impatient and divine. She was also usually tipsy on Calvados, and I was her pet student.
I was excited by the opportunity to study under her and I joyfully strived to be perfect at each stage and I guess she noticed, though it was not that difficult to achieve ‘Pet” status, as the other ladies basically sucked at their half-hearted efforts. My favorite sucky moment was when an Upper East Side Idle Grand Dame (I was living in a five flight walk-up painter’s loft near SoHo) brought in a half pound of saffron that her servants located at a pharmacy. We had to provide our own ingredients for our recipes; Hers called for saffron. (A pinch already!) When we finished cooking, we were permitted to take the results home. She, however, could not, as “cook would be vexed.” One must never, NEVER vex a cook!
Dionne’s favorite ingredients were Red Currant Jelly and the aforementioned Calvados, which she used on everything. By the way, both work wonderfully.
Feast on Me
I’d just finished writing my memoir Siren's Feast, An Edible Odyssey
, a
coming of age tale filled with recipes from my Armenian youth, my
vegetarian restaurant on the island of Ibiza and various exotic locales
I’d spent time in.
When I first told people I had written an autobiographical cookbook, they offered perplexed looks.
“A what?” was the usual response.
An editor at a large publishing house told me my combination autobiography/cookbook was not feasible for a large bookstore display.
“Where would it be placed?” she asked. “In the cookbook section? With the travel writing? The biographies?”
“Put it everywhere,” I told her. “People will figure it out.”
Simply Shortbread
Shortbread is simply the most delicious biscuit ever conceived by mankind (though I suspect
womankind had more to do with it!).
It would be blasphemy to call shortbread a "cookie". It is, truly, a BISCUIT!
As with all simple things, it is NOT easy to make, so I suggest you try this out on yourself or the family before you present it at afternoon tea to strangers.
Here is my Mother's recipe (I can not refer to that sainted lady and not capitalize - sorry, America!)
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