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It’s a burrini. A Panitto! It’s veggies wrapped and pressed and delicious. Just make it, and love me. Continue reading
OH Hai Chitlins! I’m coming at you live from Freak Nature City it seems. First we have this Sandy broad roll through and eff shit up, and now suddenly it’s snowing. I mean whatevs, I’m cool listening to my Christmas tunes and drinking spiked eggnog while the wind whistles outside. It’s no biggie. Anyone else have AccuRadio’s Holiday channel streaming from now until December 26th? Just me? Oh well.
Oh hey y’all! How’s it hanging? I made some fall pizza for yunz (name that accent!).
We’ve been having some absolutely gorge fall weather in NYC this year. Easily the nicest, mildest transition from summer into fall we’ve had in the last five years. It is absolutely divine. The evenings have that nice buttery light with a slight crisp in the air, that smells so fresh even in the city. Makes me wish I could just grab it all in a giant hug and squish it.
You don’t get that? Just me? Okay then…..moving on.
Now I know cold noodles aren’t everyone’s bag. I’m not a fan of cold soups and some people love gazpacho. In the same way, some people really only prefer their noodles hot. I don’t necessarily go out in search of cold noodles; usually it just happens because I’m too lazy to heat up my leftover spaghetti (or I’m too tired to wrangle with the microwave which is on top of our fridge which basically requires me to use a step stool to reach it comfortably). But sometimes, I also actually just crave cold noodles.
Oh man Chitlins! Do you guys have farmer’s markets near you? Because the Union Square Greenmarket is just bursting with amazeballs summer produce right now. It’s a veritable panoply of choices, I can hardly control myself. The best part though, is that I’m not the only one obsessively taking photos of produce now. It seems like everyone in New York is fascinated with all the colors!
Chitlins, I have a super easy “30-minute meal” for y’all. It goes well with that naan I posted recently (when the heck did I post that, like a week ago?). It’s great if you’re having one of those massive brain fart days where you can’t even seem to remember your own address, or birthday, or the day of the week. That’s how I feel today, do you ever get that? Is there such a thing as delayed jet lag? ‘Cuz I totally think I’m experiencing that.
In case you’re getting any ideas that this is a healthy dinner option, just turn your butt back around and continue to surf the web. There is very little healthy about these delicious pockets, but they are easy; so take your pick. I don’t generally condone the use of crescent rolls as a shortcut for dinner, unless of course it involves wrapping tiny hotdogs in them, in which case sign me up. But sometimes a girl just doesn’t have the energy to make a dinner that takes more than 15 minutes. Sue me.
This soup is comfort in a bowl. If you love asparagus and peas then you’ll love this soup. Even though both of these ingredients are summer vegetables, I got lucky and found fresh peas at the farmer’s market a week ago and my grocery store miraculously had asparagus. I was stoked to make this. Also, it turns out this great green, which screams fresh, and also happens to be my favorite color.
The peas were a surprising and fantastic find at the Union Square Farmers Market on Monday morning after a fabulously relaxing weekend, though one sadly devoid of any baking. The BF and I took off Thursday night for a wedding we were attending at Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut on Friday. We had a relaxing Friday afternoon that started with some tasty breakfast at the local spot When Pigs Fly (in Niantic, CT) and then The BF’s most generous mother treated all of us (BF included) to pedicures. Surprising fact: The BF loves pedicures. As does my father (he got them after he had back surgery and my mother refused to clip his toenails for him).