Although I have a lot of recipes I want to share with you (I even made a list), for now I’m just going to give you some interesting links to mull over while I finish writing this chapter. I’ll be back soon, though–with both news from Nashville and what pretty much amounts to a full draft of my dissertation!! After three years, it’s about time, right?
I’m only at the beginning of A Dance with Dragons and am thrilled to be reunited with Daenerys, Jon Snow and Tyrion, but once I have no more Game of Thrones to keep me going, I’m looking forward to a few recent presents I received: Cooked, The Hare with Amber Eyes and From the Holy Mountain. Variety is the spice of the reading life!
I love these musings on the beauty of the everyday.
This cream cheese pound cake is everything a girl (or guy) could want in an afternoon snack; since it hails from the south, I bet it would be delightful with a tall glass of iced tea (as I learned in the Smoky Mountains, when it comes to tea, there are only two kinds: unsweetened Yankee tea or sweetened Southern tea–take your pick).
I keep finding things that challenge my understanding of the possibilities of rhubarb; this cocktail is no exception.
The blog Not Without Salt is pretty awesome; the blogger is a former pastry chef and her creations are both beautiful and inspired. But what I really like about her site are her posts devoted to “dating her husband.” They’re not just about the food; they’re about keeping the relationship alive in the face of various outside demands (at age 20, I remember angering my Russian host mother when, in a philosophical conversation about love [fyi: such conversations are frequent in Russia; this was nothing out of the ordinary], I said that I thought it was work; she may have thought I was crazy and heartless, but I’m pretty sure my 20-year-old self knew what she was talking about). This one is my favorite. And this one is a close runner up (I could easily recreate this meal at home and be more than satisfied).
The Greek and I went to this fine restaurant to celebrate my graduation and, for those of you living in San Francisco, I highly recommend it. I had pink peppercorn pasta, a sour cherry daiquiri (pictured above) and, for dessert, we shared what the waitress described as “deconstructed baklava with Persian cream and rose preserves.” It’s not an everyday kind of place, but it’s nice for special occasions.
And because I’m a sucker for Henry James–Portrait of a Lady is a favorite of mine–I found this article on Washington Square to offer a compelling case for poor Catherine Sloper, who “loves cream cakes and spends too much money on clothes.”
P.S. For those of you who are wondering, the tartines above are as simple as can be. I like both a sweet and savory breakfast, so some good bread topped with ricotta is an ideal base. The sweet ones have slices of golden apricots with honey and some fresh thyme; the savory ones have thinly sliced radishes, sea salt, tarragon and olive oil. I sprinkle both with pink peppercorns and grains of paradise (I’m obsessed!) and I pop them in the oven (300 F) for about 8-10 minutes. So simple, so magical.