If you compare chai recipes across Pakistan, India, and the rest of South Asia, you’ll find variation not only in the ingredients, but in the process as well. Venerated food writers, who shall not be named, insist that only dried ginger can be used, because the fresh will curdle your milk. While this is accurate,…
Cold Snap, Cauliflower, and the Search for Lost Meals
FINE! I know we’re not really experiencing a cold snap in NY, but the recent fluctuation in temperature has been significant to my desert blood. I need to satiate my dramatic urges by calling it all manner of things, and then comfort myself with a hot kitchen. Several years ago, I was fortunate enough to work in…
Botanical Butchery and the Birth of a Cocktail
It’s been rather chilly here, in NY, since I bottled the wild sodas/cordials, featured last week. So much so, that I’ve left the lot of them on the deck to ferment further, in hopes of gaining some serious fizz factor. I checked my babies this morning, and they are the epitome of bubbling brilliance, clinquant…
The British…The Landscapers Are Coming!
I am of the firm belief that we are placed where, and when, we are meant to be, and it is up to us to figure out what we are supposed to do while we are there. To that end, I’m immensely grateful to be living where I am, and to have arrived here right before…
The Grass-Fed Alarm
This is a story about one of those days, of which I have many, where I, a self-diagnosed misophonic, am continually denied the serenity I so crave. In the aftermath I chose to achieve catharsis through the re-telling, aided by egregious ‘imbibery’ of all the alcoholic things. On this day, I came home wanting nothing more…
MAISON MÉLI-MÉLO 