tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52933752047917891112024-03-13T23:09:59.606-04:00TBDFrenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-20197696311357052602010-12-09T20:32:00.006-05:002010-12-09T22:00:44.257-05:00Italian Apple CakeAnyone who has ever been to my house knows that more often then not an unknown or new face will pop up out of nowhere. It started six years ago and continues to this day, my home has become a bed and breakfast of sorts or the 'European Youth (not so youthful) Hostel' as my friends so eloquently refer to it. Some guests are here for just a few days, many return, others stay for months at a time Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-52236878768393025292010-10-19T07:30:00.011-04:002010-10-21T00:22:48.641-04:00Plum (Pear) KuchenI have never really considered myself a slacker, until now. About a month ago was the last night I wrote a blog post, around that time I also made this cake for the next blog post. It has taken me until now to share it. Pathetic, I know. I feel pretty terrible about the whole thing, not because there are so many readers out there dying to see what's next (there aren't), but because I pride Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-27083479099819582012010-09-04T20:15:00.015-04:002010-09-07T00:11:49.425-04:00Summer Vegetable TorteAs I sat on the subway on my way to work the other day, there was a group of 'kids' (I feel weird saying that) talking and laughing awkwardly. I eavesdropped enough to pick up on the fact that they were college freshman who were in that fittingly awkward getting-to-know you phase of orientation. I laughed to myself as I watched and listened to them, clearly uncomfortable, one-upping each other Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-22560921901129673352010-08-24T09:04:00.000-04:002010-08-26T14:16:50.775-04:00Corn and Jalapeno HashI was at a loss for what to name this dish, hash? mash? grated corn? All of the above? All I am sure of is that it ain't pretty. At all. Thank goodness for that stunning cobalt bowl, which slightly detracts from the sheer unattractiveness of what I am fairly certain looks like prechewed corn. People, please don't judge a book by it's cover because I assure you that what this corn dish lacks in Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-8600784998646079982010-08-13T10:14:00.009-04:002010-08-16T12:35:52.416-04:00Heirloom TomatoesIt's official, I am addicted to summer. Very addicted. It's a problem. When it is a bagillion degrees out and everyone's freaking out because walking down the street barely seems feasible, there I am standing in the sun and wondering what the big deal is. On the flip side it's even more of a problem when I am indoors with air conditioners blowing at minus a bagillion degrees and everyone's final Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-10035246657338014202010-08-04T00:41:00.009-04:002010-08-04T13:08:29.860-04:00Smoky Zucchini Mascarpone TartJames beard once said that "a gourmet who counts calories is like a tart who looks at her watch." Well, James, I couldn't have said it better myself. I wish I could say that this was the explanation for my tart fixation recently, but really I didn't come across this saying until after both this tart and last week's nectarine, cheesecake, gingersnap tart were long gone. I love tarts, the kind you Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-13606012505551282652010-07-25T19:14:00.012-04:002010-07-26T02:22:20.733-04:00Nectarine, Cheesecake and Gingersnap TartIf you think that a long walk in the park isn't the solution to most problems, you are greatly mistaken. Well, I suppose it doesn't have to be in the park, but I truly believe that a nice, long walk is the key to gaining perspective. Recently, while I was on one of these contemplative walks I realized that I spent all winter dreaming of summer cooking and baking, but I have spent all summer (Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-38846757195655560532010-07-07T22:36:00.013-04:002010-07-28T07:38:42.717-04:00Olive Oil LoafI am kind of an iced coffee fiend. Actually, I am an iced coffee fiend and luckily for me (or unluckily, rather) New York City has a plethora of overpriced and delicious iced coffees. I was shocked when I first moved to Montreal and the only iced coffees were these coyingly sweet and very gross "frappes." Then again, who really wants an iced coffee when its negative a million degrees? Hmm...Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-26446303376776837882010-06-30T22:54:00.012-04:002010-07-28T07:39:31.405-04:00Shisito PeppersIf you were in New York City this past weekend, you know how brutally hot it was. If you weren't, I am going to assume that regardless of where you live, you've experienced brutally hot weather at some point. But no, I am not here to talk about the weather, although I find that I always have a lot to say on the topic....not the point. The point is, it was hot hot hot on Saturday and when Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-88187735062032801762010-06-25T11:24:00.008-04:002010-07-28T07:41:14.746-04:00Mint Chocolate Ice Cream SandwichesI have been wanting an ice cream maker for, like, ever. Every summer as the heat starts to weigh down on me I walk into Williams Sonoma and stare at the ice cream machines, my mind bubbling with ideas of all the ice cream flavors, both unique and classic, that I would be able to make if I had one. This summer, I finally bought one and in my three proud weeks as an ice cream maker-owner, I have Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-19458909441958466802010-06-14T10:08:00.008-04:002010-07-28T07:42:19.875-04:00Pesto Potato and Green Bean SaladI'm not a big fan of superlatives, the best this, the worst that, the coolest girl, the cutest guy, etc... It all just seems too extreme and too concrete. However, today I am making an exception to the rule because I think that everyone should know that the Union Square Farmer's market is one of the best places on earth. Now maybe I would think all farmer's markets are that great, but this is Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-71859704919781091022010-06-07T00:10:00.002-04:002010-07-28T07:43:06.475-04:00Mock Apple PieWhen you've been out of the kitchen and away for such a long time, it seems that cooking again can be daunting. During my travels I so much enjoyed having every delicious bite laid out for me, that the prospect of making anything myself seemed like a thing of the past. Now that I have returned home and settled in, I suddenly got the urge again, the desire to make something new and different. SoFrenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-57527938166827879972010-05-18T10:40:00.015-04:002010-05-18T12:10:17.810-04:00So long FranceMy trip through France is coming to its end and after five days in Paris, two in Bordeaux, three in Toulouse, and four in Nice I can say that traveling through France can be a comfortable challenge. Many questions remain unanswered; why did we have to switch trains twice on what was supposed to be a direct trip? Why don't French boys notice cute American/Canadian girls? Why is it so cold and Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-49412690592269645242010-05-15T10:00:00.002-04:002010-07-28T07:43:50.214-04:00Cherry Almond BarsThere are days when it feels like falling off the face of the earth would be fantastic, like when exams are bogging you down, or when you're cold and rain battered, or when you just don't feel like getting out of bed. Then there are times when it may seem like you've fallen off the face of the earth, but in reality you're in the better half of the earth and that blog that you so Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-19320237509232749602010-04-27T09:45:00.004-04:002010-04-29T11:02:12.371-04:00Sunchoke ChipsThe past few days have been spent packing up boxes, preparing for the 'next step'--whatever that might be--and spending enough time with the people that matter to soak in their presence, before I say goodbye. I have also been exploring Montreal, finally getting to know the city that I have lived in for three years, yet never knew anything about. Between my packed cookware and my time away from Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-75277195509479084782010-04-19T10:49:00.001-04:002010-07-28T07:44:51.606-04:00Chocolate Pretzel PieThere are some food combinations that just make sense, and others that make me wonder about people's mental states. Doritos and peanut butter? No thank you. Orange jello and vanilla pudding? Ditto. I shouldn't be so quick to judge because I enjoy certain things that most people would have the same reaction to: I dip cookies in water, peanut butter and cream cheese do go well together, and Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-73491615247887334532010-04-12T08:53:00.016-04:002010-07-28T07:45:44.926-04:00Fennel Apple SlawI think there should be some sort of equation to define how much I miss barbecues; in October, they are recent memory, but the excitement of apples, squash and fall vegetables quickly pushes those thoughts out of my mind. Come April, however, despite the abundance of fava beans, asparagus and artichokes, all I seem to be thinking about are barbecues. Not the southern kind, but the kind you haveFrenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-85122284047463514252010-04-06T15:53:00.011-04:002010-04-07T08:33:23.985-04:00Red Lentil and Eggplant CurryThis weekend was one of those perfect ones that tears you away from reality and life; where you find yourself plunked on a rooftop in the middle of the city pretending you're in a different world, but knowing that eventually real life and obligations will prevail. But while you're sitting on that rooftop surrounded by friends, laughing (and maybe crying) you let yourself forget about any Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-31986350157942202662010-04-01T17:00:00.000-04:002010-04-08T23:23:35.984-04:00Addictions/Moroccan ChickenOk, so I am willing to admit that I have a little bit of a problem. Actually, I would rather call it an addiction, it seems more clinical and legitimate that way. I am addicted to buying spices. Now as an avid cook this isn't inherently a bad thing, but considering I don't know what to do with at least half of the spices that are currently decorating my fridge...well, yeah, you get it. You Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-89882896738059244752010-03-27T05:00:00.003-04:002010-03-27T08:54:40.832-04:00Daring Bakers/Orange TianI often find myself frustrated when new Daring Baker's challenges are posted, because so often I find the recipes do not appeal to me. Almost every single time, I have been proven wrong. This month I was proven wrong yet again. For a dessert that sounded too much like orange creamsicle pudding, this tian far exceeded my expectations. That being said, the orange whipped cream combination is notFrenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-982724407666822882010-03-24T22:24:00.013-04:002010-03-25T00:28:24.193-04:00Brown Butter Brown Sugar Shorties**you may notice that the title today is just the name of the cookie, they warrant no further explanation. Read on...Every week I face a challenge, the same challenge: to bake or not to bake? And I mean that in reference only to cakes, cookies, pies and the like. Now I love sweets, a lot, but I really and truly try not to eat them a lot. I have learned that the best way not to eat too many sweetsFrenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-4858806518535744262010-03-20T17:00:00.002-04:002010-03-22T08:55:11.490-04:00Boy Food/Meatball SubsI haven't figured out why the notion of a girl's night usually conjures up images of cute little PJs, homemade facials and pillow fights. Sorry for the bad news, but reality is far from that; most 'girls nights' I have are neither called that nor do they involve any of this allegedly girly behavior. Take the other night for example, a few of my friends and I got together to eat meatball subs, Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-58159198437185680382010-03-16T08:38:00.013-04:002010-03-16T10:52:35.756-04:00Easy Bread/English MuffinsBetween my fear of baking with yeast, my finicky oven and my overall belief that homemade bread is never as good as something fresh from a boulangerie, I almost never make my own bread. That being said, after the challah, the pretzels, and now these english muffins, my fear of yeast is essentially overcome and I am looking forward to the day that I have an oven powerful enough (and kind enough) Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-89552826523959467432010-03-10T12:30:00.010-05:002010-03-15T22:29:54.716-04:00Trends/Pickled Carrots and CauliflowerI almost gave up on writing this post about five minutes after starting because the words just didn't seem to be flowing. So instead of forging on as I usually do, I just closed the tab letting my browser erase any semblance of a thought I had assembled. Some days, giving up just seems a hell of a lot easier. Just as I closed the tab though, this popped up on my newsfeed, reminding me that more Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5293375204791789111.post-81133385454519028432010-03-05T19:09:00.015-05:002010-03-06T00:58:50.489-05:00Soul Food/Chickpea Parsnip SoupAs a budding food photographer with little knowledge of photography in general, I always find myself wondering how and why certain pictures come out better than others. I usually gauge this based on which pictures are accepted or rejected by Tastespotting and Foodgawker, those two food photography blogs that take the notion of food porn to a new level. Seriously, I have gotten multiple friends Frenchiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06160875176991983854noreply@blogger.com8