Spring has, at long last, sprung. The tree outside the living room window is in full leaf. The neighborhood is dotted with colorful blooms. The farmers markets have opened. On a damp, foggy Wednesday morning, I loaded up on asparagus and spring onions and French breakfast radishes and pastured eggs from some of my favorite …
It’s been a busy month for us. Our suitcases have gotten a workout. We moved and began to unpack. Two weeks later we packed our bags and headed to Vegas where Dan was attending a conference. Then we got home on Friday afternoon, hastily dumped the contents of our bags on the floor unpacked and …
This pie is a homely little dessert. But there’s a reason it was formerly named crack pie. (And there are reasons the name was problematic.) It’s since been renamed simply Milk Bar Pie, which is a fine name for a pie that’s come to be synonymous with Momofuku Milk Bar itself. It is rich and …
This tart is sweet and salty, creamy and crunchy, tannic and, well, tart. It tastes like Thai iced tea with an almond cornflake crust and dollops of lemon mascarpone on top. Our friends Traci and Dan were having a garden party and they were making David Chang’s Momofuku pork which was succulent with a gorgeous crispy …
September is back. And I find, still, that I miss school. I miss the stuff of it. It’s been too many years since I’ve bought school supplies. No crisp clean notebooks, no colored pencils, no folders, no protractors, no scientific calculators. No Trapper Keepers. There is hardly any Velcro in my life. I miss the …