When not in Rome, you can still do what the Romans do. Meaning, for the matter at hand : Tiramisu ! Continue reading “Tiramisu”
Punctuality is the King’s politeness and that of the soufflé eater as well ! In other words, when your better half prepares a soufflé do her the courtesy of being on time at dinner. This will give her a chance to boast for the 5 minutes the soufflé will be risen !
With this one there will be no need to fish for compliments ! ‘Simple, yet making an impact’ could be the motto for this fish terrine. I find it to be a great dish for a potluck luncheon at it easily serves 6 to 8 people.
Think of this recipe as if you were learning the alphabet. Once mastered it’s the starting point of lots of wonderful cooking adventures you’re going to be able to write all by yourself: Strawberry pies, raspberry pies, apple pies, plum pies… you name it.
We like to joke that we’ve been moving from cities to cities the wrong way around, being in Germany as a young childless couple and ending up in New York when we’re raising kids. Bottom line, we’re far from living the Carrie Bradshaw way of life and we daydream about German maternity leave system.
This must be a pattern as bagels were on the top of my baking list back in Germany, and no longer now that we are in NYC. I guess that’s the definition of longing for what you don’t have at hand, and I’ll be craving for bagels again when we leave NYC.
The recipe is not complicated in itself, as often when it comes to bread. Still, there is always this “je ne sais quoi” to master before you can proudly exhibit your batch of bagels to people who are not 100% sold to you ! Know it requires time between different stages to let the dough rise, and the part which can be tricky is the poaching.
D-5 before baby number 2 is officially due! Last time I was cooking before I was due, I did not have time to finish as we had to head to the hospital and my apricot jam ended up in the trash when I came home 5 days later. This time I’m only going for quick recipes, so nothing gets wasted.
As I’m typing the recipe, I also realize how much I’ve been free styling : changing fruits, removing ingredients and adding some. So this clafoutis is also now sort of my baby. Continue reading “Exotic clafloutis”
A week after Labor Day, not only are sprinklers switched off in the playgrounds, and is the saying “No white after Labor Day” all over the place, but your local farmers market is also giving you a hint it’s the end of summer ( I hate to break the news ) and arrival of Indian summer ( to keep a positive mindset ). No more berries in the spotlights, apple and pear crates are taking over. Continue reading “That’s the way the crumble crumbles”
On Saturday we celebrated the 2nd birthday of our son. As I’m allowing myself to indulge in a little sentimentalism, I can’t help but notice that this number 2 has a strong meaning for us these days : 2 years old having lived in 2 countries, 2nd baby to be born anytime soon, 2nd year living in the big apple… so what was more relevant than a 2 flavor cake ? Continue reading “2 good 2 be true : Choco-vanilla cake “
As surprising at it may sound, the books our 2 year old picks for his bedtime stories are my cookbooks. We end up describing recipes and brushing up on our foodie vocabulary. It’s pretty convenient as it’s also the perfect way to find inspiration and choose the next culinary challenge we’re going to undertake together. Turns out this little gourmet is very much so in love with apricots currently, or “pricots” as he enthusiastically calls them. So here we are : unveiling the secret of our “pricot tart”. We can say in all fairness for a 2 year old it is easier done than said, since the pronunciation is still not flawless but the pie was ! Continue reading “Kid friendly apricot tart”
We’ve tasted this stew in the funniest of circumstances. What was supposed to be a sushi dinner at friends’ turned last minute into a Korean dinner, for both the hostess and myself had just found out we were expecting. This dates back more than 2 years ago, yet the memory of this Korean stew is still vivid in my mind. As history seems to repeat itself, and we’re both expecting again, I felt I would throw a commemoration dinner, and honor my friend’s recipe to the best of my abilities. Continue reading “This is not a sushi recipe : Korean beef stew”