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I’m preparing multiple special events for next week (breakfasts and dinners). For two days this week that has meant making bofrot (pronounced “boh-froot”), a Ghanian donut. Well, in my mind they’re a donut. Other chefs have called them fritters, dough balls, and beignet. Call them what you will, I’m still the guy making a little
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In New York I got to see Klimt’s painting “Hope”. To my uneducated eye his paintings usually make me think of illuminated manuscripts for some reason. In person it reminded me of a chapter I read in a book last summer: Sometimes nothing can be done to change things, and hurt and anger must be
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Photos from last week’s trip to Poughkeepsie, Long Island, and Manhattan. Poughkeepsie reminded me of Staunton or Charlottesville. The Hudson Valley is a beautiful, lush place with wonderful food. The double chocolate croissant at Anna et Pierre was poetry. The Quattro Falso at Rossi and Sons was too good to stop eating, and their cannoli
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My note with the cookies this year: “Dear ###, Happy Vesak! Though full disclosure – none of these cookies are particularly Buddhist. I hope that won’t stop you from enjoying them in the spirit with which they were made: affectionately and with gratitude. It is no small joy to bake for you. -J”
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This is the first week we’ve been able to harvest and use our tarragon. We’ve been growing this particular herb now for 2 years. It dies down in winter to become a wooden tangle if not trimmed back. In the spring and summer it grows aggressively, like anything bittersweet should. I never get tired of
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This evening I am sitting on my front steps in sweat pants, socks and a t-shirt. It’s just over 60°F and because the sun is being masked by a single, long, dark cloud I am able to tolerate the bright white pages of my journal. I’ve put CTRL on the record player; I can hear
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Mise en Place – A cart with squash and salmon is brought out in preparation for a lunch service. The dish team keeps a steady pace. The aftermath of lunch for 2000 people.
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