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May 29, 2007

Tips from a Stylist to You



My cousin Megan Petty has always been admirably stylish in a way that is uniquely her own. When she made her own dress for the high school prom, W singled her out as a girl with loads of personal style. Now she's a bona fide stylist, developing a well-trained eye for all things fashion. Sweet Kansas girl that she is, she invited me into her closet to play dress up in some trend-free basics.

May 23, 2007

A Classic Martini and The Best of Everything

martini

Do you, as much as I, mourn the death of the cocktail hour? That pre-dinner drink sipped at sexy bars by ladies in rustling, jewel-toned cocktail dresses and their dates, or the libations stirred in a tall glass carafe at home and taken on the davenport while the phonograph plays? It is somewhat of a mystery to me how I could be so nostalgic for something I've never really had, but there it is. I have something of the old-timey in my blood.

So when my sister loaned me The Best of Everything, my morning commute was taken over by an appealing retro world replete with supper clubs and checker cabs. In this juicy novel about New York career girls in the 50's, recent college coeds are filing up from the steamy hot summer subways, eating lunch at the Automat, having affairs with the boss, living in hovels with Murphy beds, getting illegal abortions, and really just hoping that they'll find the right guy in the end. While their escapades of the heart might not strike a chord with all contemporary readers, their struggle to pay the bills and negotiate the ugly corporate world and find meaning there will. Who can't identify with being dead broke four days after cashing your paycheck and window shopping on your lunch break and figuring out how to cook dinner for one?

One evening on my commute home, an older woman leaned over to me while I was reading. "Isn't that a fun book?" she whispered, as if we both shared a secret knowledge of a dark, hidden world. It is a fun book, and it's also a boozy book. When these girls are out with horrendous blind dates, dreamy older guys, or the boss, they drink martinis. And not dirty vodka martinis, like this girl likes, but dry gin martinis. A classic martini.

The best part about nostalgia is you can bring what you like from the past into the day at hand but leave the bunk behind. I move to bring back the cocktail hour, its long-stemmed glassware and all the twinkling glamour of a well-shaken creation. But rampant sexual harrassment in the workplace, smoking on airplanes, and beef chip aspics? Let's leave those far, far behind. Pass the vermouth, please.

martini

The Classic Martini
Serves 1

Where else to turn for an old recipe than an old cookbook. This comes from 1948 tome I found at a Pennsylvania antique mall, The Discriminating Hostess by Ella Liner Lambert.

3 tablespoons dry gin
1 1/2 tablespoons dry vermouth
stuffed olive
lemon peel

Fill your cocktail glass with ice cubes to chill. Then pour gin and vermouth into a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Stir until thoroughly mixed and chilled. Dump out the ice from the cocktail glass and drop in the olive. Strain the gin and vermouth mixture into the glass. Twist lemon peel over top.

May 21, 2007

Scrambled Eggs with Ramps and Guanciale

guanciale and ramps

Before this spring, I had never even heard of ramps, and then suddenly they were everywhere. "The ramps are here!" food bloggers announced, and I didn't even know I ought to have been anxiously awaiting their arrival through most of the winter months. Furthermore, I had never heard of guanciale before last week, and it was only because I stumbled into one of those luscious food shops that makes you want to scoot right into the kitchen that I came, er, face to face with the stuff.

Guanciale is an unsmoked Italian bacon made from pork cheek. It is traditionally used in Italian dishes such as carbonara, but because it can be hard to obtain (due to all sorts of pesky governmental rules about meat products from the head of an animal), pancetta is often used as a stand-in. Raw guanciale has an earthy, mushroomy scent. Ramps, or wild leeks as they are sometimes called, are early spring onions, and their stinky bark is worse than their bite. They resemble scallions but with a more bulbous white end, and both their white and green parts are edible.

The charming and knowledgeable purveyors of said food shop stood behind a counter that held guanciale within and ramps on top. It was serendipity! I was quickly convinced I needed both, and together: the mild, slightly oniony ramps and the hot, salty morsels of cooked guanciale.

For a first date, I'd say it went quite well and made a really decadent breakfast served with steaming cups of coffee and toasted country bread.

guanciale and ramps

Scrambled Eggs with Ramps and Guanciale
Serves 2

4 eggs, beaten
1 bunch ramps
2 slices guanciale, diced

In a hot skillet, cook the diced guanciale until the fat is rendered and you are left with little salty morsels of goodness. Remove to paper towels. Drain the fat from the skillet and wipe with paper towels. Place skillet over medium-low heat and add the sliced ramps. Saute until wilted. Add eggs and cooked guanciale and scramble the way you do.

May 18, 2007

Detox Your Fridge



If this whole blogging thing doesn't work out, I think I really could have a chance as a B movie star.

May 14, 2007

Fire Escape or Kitchen Window Herb Garden



My entire life I have wanted a comfortable reading chair in a cozy bedroom and my own little herb garden. Don't you imagine that Amelie had a neat little row of herbs outside her kitchen window she could freely pluck when roasting a chicken or throwing together a salad? Last summer I tried to make my herb garden dream come true, but I left some delicate-looking thyme seedlings in full sun with no water for weeks and, well, you can imagine what happened. This summer, though, everything is different. I have a sunny fire escape and the presence of mind to not let those herbs fry.

A neighborhood community garden recently held a plant and bake sale. There was an upright bass and a set of drums among the tulips, and I had the pleasure of buying a delicious brownie from a very charming 8 year old softball player. High on sugar, I picked up the makings for my potted herb garden there, too: chocolate mint, sweet basil, thyme, oregano, and rosemary. According to the experts, everything I chose takes sun but needs a loving eye and water. For your own, just also pick up little terracotta pots, potting soil, and you're in business. Yes, it is that easy to make dreams come true.



And can you imagine the delicious things you can make with these fresh herbs all summer long? Picture this: it is a stiflingly hot July day. You are wearing a breezy cotton sundress and preparing a salad of juicy red tomatoes, lime juice, and oregano to tote on a picnic. To fetch that oregano, you'll lean out onto the ledge of your sunny window or out onto your rickety fire escape and reach for your proud little plants. Amelie would be so pleased.

May 8, 2007

How to Make Your Own Cuff Links



Sebastian was recently nominated for a very impressive award. This meant we spent an afternoon in a windowless New York discount store known for its amazing suits, prowling through the racks. Sebastian tirelessly slipped from one suit into another, endured a tape measure attack from a crochety old man and stomached style advice from a guy who did not look equipped to give it. Finally, with suit in hand, we found a dapper shirt with French cuffs and a sharp-looking tie and went home for a fashion show.

But did you know all shirts with French cuffs require cuff links? Neither did we, and now we were in a real jam. It was past business hours on a Sunday night, and let's be honest: there's something about cuff links that's a little, um, ostentatious and cheesy. They make me think of greasy high rollers. But we had no choice but to make our own. I was afraid I was mucking up Sebastian's cool, sleek look, giving him a homemade embarrassment. But people, the man I am going to marry is so much cooler than that. He wanted homemade cuff links. We're talking about the guy who put paperclip laser bolts on his glasses in high school and was still considered a hottie. He's an original. And that is one of the reasons why he is such a badass dude. Oh, did I mention he won? And I have to say, the cuff links didn't look half-bad.



Button Cuff Links

thin, bendable wire from a hardware store, or a paperclip could work in a pinch
fabric scraps
two buttons that you like -- this is the decorative part and it will show
wire cutters
scissors
fabric glue



First, thread the button with a length of wire about 4 inches long. Then twist the wire once or twice to secure the button in place.



Next, glue your fabric scraps to wire. Once the glue has dried, use your wire cutters to trim each side of the fabric-covered wire to about one inch in length. Use your scissors to trim down the width of the fabric.



Dive the wire ends through the button holes on your cuff and bend back the wire legs. This adds kind of a cool shot of color, don't you think?



May 7, 2007

Take Back the Morning



Sometimes, I have a really hard time getting out of bed in the morning. I wish like hell I were the type to rise and shine, drink fresh-squeezed orange juice, and head out for a run shortly after the sun rises, but truth be told, I need a bucket of caffeine to even look alive. If I were able to haul my bum out of bed just a bit earlier on weekdays, I could pack some much-needed pleasure into the working day: take in the sunshine, buy organic produce, and stop to smell the tulips. In this Elastic Waist video, I'm giving a morning adventure a whirl and remembering why Thoreau called the morning the heroic hour. That Thoreau. Such a smartie.

How do you take back the morning? And how do you motivate yourself to hop out of bed? I need all the help I can get.

May 4, 2007

How to Look Lovely in Photographs



Over on Elastic Waist, I'm hanging out with lovely and talented friends Kate and Camilla, learning how we can all look better when the shutterbugs come out. Incidentally, Sebastian doesn't need any pointers. His portrait, taken by this dynamic duo, is currently on display at the Brooklyn Arts Council Gallery. Isn't he a handsome devil?

May 1, 2007

Impromptu Spring Dinner Party



What started as dinner for an out-of-towner friend grew to include my sister and her husband, my lovely friend and neighbor from up the street, and even more out-of-towner friends. Before I knew it, Sebastian and I were pulling off never-before feats, squeezing in eight people at our little dining room table and serving three courses on a Thursday. Who knew school nights could be so fun?

The sheer unexpectedness of the evening is, I suppose, what made it so magical. I didn't know my dear college friends would be in town, or the fennel salad such a success, or that, after it appeared that the delicious Argentine wine was all drunk up, we would find a third bottle. It was a surprise that soy crackers could be so delicious and prosecco could taste this good. I didn't know that my strawberry tart would be tastier than the fancy storebought birthday cake or that, for lack of space, circling the flatware above the plates would look so darn charming. I did know, but had certainly forgotten, just how happy it makes me to dim the lights in our apartment, open up our doors, and offer a meal and an evening to some of the people I care most about.

Fennel and Arugula Salad with Grapefruit and Avocado
Serves 8

2 fennel bulbs, thinly sliced
3 oz baby arugula
2 grapefruits, sectioned and roughly chopped
1 avocado, diced
2 tablespoons fresh grapefruit juice
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 teaspoon red wine vinegar

In the bottom of large bowl, whisk together grapefruit juice, vinegar, and olive oil. Season with salt and pepper. Top with fennel, arugula, grapefruit, and avocado and gently toss.



Proscuitto-Wrapped Porkloin with Sage, Garlic, and Roasted New Potatoes
Serves 8

1 3-4 pound boneless porkloin
2 tablespoons chopped garlic
2 tablespoons chopped sage
3 tablespoons olive oil 6-8 slices prosciutto
2 pounds scrubbed red new potatoes, halved if necessary

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees. Rub porkloin with 1 tablespoon olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Press most of the garlic and sage into the porkloin, reserving about 1 tablespoon for the potatoes. Toss potatoes with 2 tablespoons olive oil and the remaining sage and garlic. Place porkloin in a roasting pan surrounded by potatoes. Or, do what the girl with no roasting pan did: place porkloin in one cake pan, surrounded by a few of the potatoes; throw remaining potatoes in a second cake pan. (I learned that one of the secrets to getting a nice char on your roasted vegetables is to not crowd them too much in the pan, which causes them to steam). Place porkloin and potatoes in the oven.

After 30 minutes of roasting, stir up the potatoes, lower the heat to 325 degrees, and contine to roast, stirring the potatoes every 15 minutes. Check the porkloin for doneness after 1 hour and 15 minutes; mine took an hour and half.

Easy Strawberry Tart
Brooke reminded me just how great a tart frozen puff pastry can make, and this is a cinch to throw together.
Serves 8

16 oz strawberries, sliced
2 tablespoons confectioner's sugar
1/2 package frozen puff pastry, defrosted

In a medium-sized bowl, toss the strawberries with the confectioner's sugar and set aside for about 15 minutes. Unfold the puff pastry on a cookie sheet and heap the strawberries in the center. Fold up the edges, encircling the strawberries. If you want, you could brush an egg wash on around the perimeter of the tart, ensuring it will turn a lovely golden color. Bake for 25 minutes in a 325 degree oven.