No offense, cake, but in my heart of hearts, I’m an ice cream gal. My ice cream fanaticism probably started with trips to Thrifty’s on hot summer days when my mom would treat my then-pint-sized self to a scoop of rainbow sherbet and my younger sister Kate to a scoop of strawberry or chocolate something-or-another ice cream. No sharing required.
And sometimes during those ice cream indulgences, my mom would even give me a dime – though it’s probably several quarters, nowadays – to get one of those sticky hand toys out of the mini vending machines at the drug store, which I could then use to amuse myself – and annoy my silly little sister – for hours after the ice cream had disappeared because, clearly, her forehead was meant to be a target.
My love for ice cream was so deep at such a young, innocent age that shameless adults could leverage the frozen treat as a bribing mechanism. Just ask my Uncle Bill. (more…)
It’s time for a little somethin’ somethin’ from the good ol’ days. Three weeks ago, I wore a very warm and very black with very purple velvet graduation gown that looked much more Harry Potteresque than esquire. Then, I pranced across a stage, shook the hand of our interim dean (the contracts professor with whom I had very little “one-ness” of understanding first year of law school), and proceeded outside to take a very large number of pictures with family and friends.
Post-ceremony and post-photo-taking, my mom treated family guests and myself to a very delicious dinner at Waterbar, where we enjoyed a very beautiful view of the bay at sunset. And then, I did something very dumb: I invited everyone over to our teeny-tiny apartment for homemade brown buttery, cherry and chocolate heaven. And they ate it. All.
Anyway, as it turned out, this invitation impliedly (eek! lawyer talk! down, boy! heel!) extended not just to dessert, but also drinks. I had temporarily forgotten: when it comes to celebrating anything, my family is full of lushes. (Isn’t yours?) (more…)
Couscous: the food so nice, they named it twice! So I can only imagine how many times over they might have named it had they added a little cocoa powder. For those I almost lost on that cocoa powder suggestion, don’t worry – the cocoa flavor is on the back end , not up-front, in-your-face chocolate like these.
Rather, a bite tastes something like this: the tart-yet-sweetness of cherries, followed by a hint of bright citrus from the orange zest, balanced against the delicate buttery-nutty flavor of pistachios, and finally the subtle yet discernibly nutty chocolateyness of unsweetened cocoa-powder flavoring the couscous.
Beyond the interesting and delicious flavors involved, this dish has an amazing texture – from the chewiness of the cherries to the crunch of pistachios, to the spongy grains of couscous. (more…)