Your Food Is Brought To You By . . . .

Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens. Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. Such a gorgeous, lush opening.  A perfect pairing with a very serious Bloody Mary from Downhouse in the … Continue reading Your Food Is Brought To You By . . . .

The Orchestral Recipe: This Is What I Dance To In My Kitchen, What About You?

Thanks to Pieter Claesz for Still Life With Musical Instruments (1623). Let’s say you plan on spending a couple of hours in the kitchen–finishing your stock off into a sauce, slowly sweating a sofrito, carefully stirring risotto, parboiling potatoes, drinking a Brooklyn Ridgy-Didge (I swear I taste that Tasmanian pepperberry), boiling pasta, layering a stew–you … Continue reading The Orchestral Recipe: This Is What I Dance To In My Kitchen, What About You?