narcotic meadow
I like this skirt.
Christmas!
After.
The palm trees swirl violently in the wind and the rain is relentless. All day long…
sushi soon,
and some more beautiful writing from Orangette:
The top and bottom are white chocolate, onto which you sprinkle crushed peppermints, and the middle layer is a bittersweet ganache, ever so slightly soft and truffle-like, spiked with peppermint extract. It’s pretty, for one thing, but it’s also unusually delicious: heady with mint, only moderately sweet, and surprisingly sophisticated, crunchy in parts and smooth in others, like a proper chocolate confection. It’s Americana, yes, but Americana in a vintage designer dress. If the butter cookies I made last week bore a faint resemblance to my grandmother, this peppermint bark is my fantasy great-aunt: the one who lives in San Francisco, wears Jackie O. dresses and glasses with vermilion frames, makes hot chocolate from scratch, and always knows what’s showing at SFMOMA. What a lady she would be. I wish she actually existed. At least I have peppermint bark.
And this was excellent as well.
It was tres bon!
cavolo nero
Today I made cavolo nero. Oh, and took in a double feature because it poured here.
A potential new favorite blog… A woman studying for her PhD in art history and proceeding to cook around five recipes from each of her myriad cookbooks.
Tonight I’m going to my friend’s house to eat the enchiladas I prepared and to watch Gossip Girl. What better a Sunday night?
