11 September 2013 § Leave a comment
I never ate at elBulli. But I did get to see the exhibition. It would have been torture if I had not eaten such a huge brunch that morning. Do not go there hungry.
The exhibition charted the evolution of elBulli from its roots in 1964 as a coastal restaurant, complete with mini golf, run by a couple – Dr Hans Schilling and his wife, Marketta. The Schillings were always serious about food and were awarded a Michelin star in 1967. The restaurant was named after Mrs Schilling’s bulldog – Bulli. To honor Bulli there was a larger than life model of him made out of meringues. « Read the rest of this entry »
15 January 2012 § 9 Comments
I feel obliged to start 2012 with the sincerest of apologies: The festive Little Piggy Christmas tree decoration that marked my last post of 2011 should have been superseded weeks ago, but after our annual pilgrimage back to Blighty*, it has been hard getting back into the swing of things.
It was the same while back in Britain: I saw plenty of things to write about but simply didn’t have enough time to get anything typed up. For instance, I saw this truck in London and safe to say, it summed up the improvements in British food pretty well—by which I mean at least the coffee is improving—but I was so busy with family and friends that it failed to make the journey from Notebooksville to Publishland. Sad really, as I also love that this picture represents our family’s three favorite food groups: coffee, sausages and ice cream. I’ll let you guess which one is my favorite, which is King Marv’s and which is The Ladies™… « Read the rest of this entry »
15 September 2011 § 5 Comments
One of my favorite vendors from the Montclair Farmers’ Market are Tassot Apiaries. Each week Jean-Claude and Beatrice Tassot smile kindly at the little kids lining up to buy their honey sticks.
They patiently answer our painfully obvious questions such as “How many times have you been stung?” and “How did they get those honey bees in the glass box to bring them to the Farmers’ Market?”
When Beatrice invited us to visit Buzzing Acres Farm we were very excited about the prospect of a trip to a “Bee Farm”. Then she mentioned they also had alpacas and chickens, and from that second on The Ladies™ kept asking when we would go to the Bee Farm. So we picked a perfect blue-sky September day to visit. « Read the rest of this entry »
12 July 2011 § 5 Comments
This blog is about making food from scratch but we had a busy weekend upstate, so there was not much time for cooking – more recipes later this week. I wanted to share the great time we had at Fleisher’s Butchers Block Party in uptown Kingston. I wonder what my grandfather, who was a butcher back in the day long before butchery became cool, in Wales, would have made of this meat fest.
With no cars John St was bustling with people. Small children danced to the trippy jazz of New Zion Trio while we just chilled with cool ale (from those lovely people at Keegan Ales) and strawberry daiquiri sno-cones.
The chicken s#*t bingo was in full swing. Yes it is what you think – if the number square the chicken poops on matches your raffle ticket then, bingo! It seemed hilarious at the time, but that might have the effect of too many grown-up sno-cones.
The good people at Fleishers roasted a hog which disappeared faster than you can say “free hog roast.” They also served their delicious hot dogs and popcorn with bacon butter (could it have been any other flavor butter?)
The Ladies™ had a blast: face-painting, Mr Twisty the balloon man and their first ever cotton candy – a happy, very sticky, summer’s moment.
8 July 2011 § 5 Comments
Be honest have you ever dreamed of sleeping in a coconut cream pie? No, well you don’t know what you’re missing. You can stay in Maryann’s coconut cream pie room, the newest room at the Roxbury, NY. The lovingly crafted cream ceiling took months to make, and it looks good enough to eat.
King Marv and I had a much-needed break from
the Horrors The Ladies™ so we stayed at The Roxbury, one of the coolest motels ever – just 3 hours from NYC, set in rolling hills. All of the rooms have fabulously surreal themes from TV or movies from the 1960s, 70s or early 80s. You can sleep in Fred Flintstone’s Lair, under Farah Fawcett’s hair (Charlies Angels), in the damask wonder of Maria’s Curtains (think favorite things), or as we did you can imagine you are on Gilligan’s Island in Maryann’s pie.
Quality is not sacrificed for gimmickry – all the rooms are equipped with comfortable beds, good quality linens and towels and wonderful toiletries. Oh and it now has two spas. The only thing that was lacking was a slice of pie, I guess it was a case of having your pie and eating it.