It’s just a fact. If you don’t love these, it’s over between us. The dialogue will stop. Okay, it’s been sort of one-sided up until now anyway, but these potatoes are defining. They are comforting. They are easy. I’ve been cooking them for years. Believe me, they taste fabulous. You will thank me later.
I can eat these potatoes three times a day. But they are meant for dinner. Still, I bring this up because the potato is one of the few vegetables that people feel comfortable with in the early morning hours. Most people hear the word eggplant and see the sunrise and feel the need to go back to bed. Which is to say, you can make these potatoes for dinner and reheat them in the morning in a skillet with your scrambled eggs and we have what is known as a slice of heaven. This is not something most people want to do with eggplant parm.
Which leads me to mustard. An underachiever. In so many ways.
Now we know, from experience, that the potato is simply a vehicle for a sauce, an oil, or a spice.
This recipe takes advantage of all three propositions.
In hopes of starting the year with a sweet and steeped memory, I hurried into my kitchen to whip up a quick tea–infused treat. Faced with several perfectly ripe pears, chocolate chai tea and whole grain flower (that never made its way into holiday cookies), I decided to give a basic muffin a delicate, tea-infused twist.
I love living in California. We pay too much to live here, teeter on the brink of earthquakes and state budget emergencies, and wholeheartedly embrace political correctness as a lifestyle. Not that
you could tell what we embrace, on account on those botoxed foreheads
and stuff. And this is just Southern California; don’t even get me
started on my Northern California Relatives.
Many years ago, when I was younger and even more foolish than today, I took it upon myself to perfect the shortcake. I spent a week going through a dozen or so recipes from my favorite writers, cooking them, plotting the ingredients on a spreadsheet and then testing different combinations until I came up with the shortcake of my dreams.
I love the sunrises in Edgartown. Our bedroom faces East on the Harbor, and the sunrises are breathtaking - quite powerful. (Red in the Morning; Sailor’s Warning)