For me, the first step to making a perfect aioli is making an imperfect one. On the first go-round, my patience doesn’t hold and after an errant splash of oil, I find the emulsion broken. So, I crack a second egg, extract a second yolk, and begin again. This time around, I wondered if I should just start with two yolks, but feared that would just turn my two egg aioli into a three egg affair. My technique may be faulty, but in the end it works well enough. Which is good, because the ability to whip up an aioli or a creamy, yolky dressing, is an important kitchen skill to have. [Read more…]
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On a hot summer Saturday eight years ago, Brian and I went to Prune for brunch. Like every meal I ever had at Prune, it was epic. (Lots of places in NYC phone it in when it comes to brunch, Prune, however, is not messing around.) But the reason I remember that brunch in particular is that Prune is teeny tiny. And, well, I was not. I was 41 weeks pregnant with a baby girl who in short order would come into the world at an impressive 9 pounds 10 ounces. Being full-term and all, I needed to go to the bathroom at least twice during our brunch and this meant that literally half the tables in the restaurant had to stand up to let me through. After brunch, Brian and I went on a walk all the way around the southern tip of Manhattan, and back up through Tribeca and on to Union Square. (The adventure was an ill-fated attempt to walk myself into labor.)
All these years later, I’m glad we went to brunch that day and enjoyed our last childless meal at a restaurant. [Read more…]
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Over the summer, I took to working mostly in the evenings. I’d wait for the sun to tip below our neighbor’s house, throwing a lovely golden light over the spot where I take pictures. I’d rush to get everything set up and then snap photos for an hour or so. Sometimes, I’d be thwarted by an evening storm, family, chaos, or poor timing, but I mostly got my shots.
Now, the light is changing – the sun’s tilting southward and each day I’m encountering shifting shadows and weird light. It’s also increasingly unacceptable for my photography schedule to push dinner back past 8 (the kids have school and all). The summer rhythm is dissipating, and though I’m glad for fall, I’m having a hard time letting go of the long days and beautiful light. [Read more…]