4.28.2011

A Spring in Our Step


It's amazing what a little sunshine can do. After months of bundling up, searching for missing mittens, battling about winter hats, and braving the cold, the boys and I can finally leave home with short sleeves and sunblock on, light jackets tucked into our bag just in case, toes peeping out of sandals and Crocs without socks. Walking around our neighborhood is such a treat right now. Flowers are blooming everywhere and just like last year, Nico longs to pick them all. I spend a lot of time explaining why certain rules apply to other people's gardens, but as much as he likes magnolias, daffodils and tulips, he's fond of dandelions too. His pockets are usually full of them by the time we get home.

On Tuesday, a long walk led to a search for ice cream. We ended up at Red Horse Cafe, a popular Park Slope spot that recently started serving scoops from SoCo Creamery, a company in the Berkshires that makes small batches of cool flavors like chai spice, mission fig and lavender honey.  We'd picked up some watermelon along the way, and I was hoping that would keep Leo happy since he hasn't had much sugar yet. When I went to reach for the container, I forgot that the top was already off and it went flying and slimed him, bringing to mind the show You Can't Do That On Television that I loved as a kid.

Splashed with a lot of watermelon juice and fat pieces of fruit, he didn't cry, but looked at me wide-eyed and bewildered while his big brother filled in the blanks: "Why did you DO that to him?!?" The whole incident helped me realize how unthoughtful we were about to be. "Here little guy, let me rub it in your face, literally, the fact that we get to lick luscious scoops of ice cream while you munch on some deeelicious watermelon!" I guess it ended up working in his favor because I couldn't possibly withhold ice cream from him after that. He had a few bites.

Afterward, Nico used a sippy cup to give his little brother a light shower. Watching him make Leo laugh—those wonderful belly laughs that are seriously the best sound in the world, especially when coming from a baby with a sweet, sticky face and a watermelon seed or two stuck to his cheek—made my day even better.

Red Horse Cafe
497 Sixth Ave, at 12th Street
Park Slope, Brooklyn
718-499-4973



4.27.2011

Butter Lane is Coming to Park Slope


I wasn't surprised when King of Cupcakes on 7th Ave closed. Sounds like they had a falling out with their investors, but their cupcakes were disappointing and easy to pass up. What I didn't expect was Butter Lane, the East Village cupcake shop, to take its place. Their cupcakes are dangerously good. I'm delighted (and a little scared) they'll now be in walking distance and not a subway ride away. I went by yesterday to see if they had opened yet, but no luck. After doing a little research, I found out they'll be up and running in May. They're referring to this location as a pop up shop to gauge neighborhood interest, but I'm sure Butter Lane will have no problems in Park Slope.

Butter Lane
240 7th Ave, between 4th and 5th Streets
Park Slope, Brooklyn



4.26.2011

A Very Special Birthday Cake


There couldn't have been a better way to celebrate Nico's 3rd birthday, and the end of 40 long days without dessert, than with this four-layer vanilla cake with chocolate icing and fondant shout-outs to favorite trucks and a very special subway. Made to order by Nine Cakes, that adorable sweets studio I found while walking on Columbia Street recently, it was delivered in person by Betsy, the woman who opened the shop almost three years ago. She makes some of the prettiest cakes I've ever seen. I now know that her creations taste as good as they look and aren't too sweet which is perfect when you're getting reacquainted with sugar and could easily overdo it.

Normally, I like to bake celebratory sweets myself, but after writing this post for Mommy Poppins about places that have cake decorating classes and supplies, I realized I still have a lot to learn and decided to leave it to the experts this year. Now that I've gone this route, I'm going to be tempted to order custom cakes every year. But I need to remember to not go overboard next time in terms of size. Even though we crammed a bunch of Nico's buddies, their siblings and parents into our apartment this weekend to help us eat it, we still have a lot left. I guess there are worse things that could be sitting in my freezer, right?

Nine Cakes
155 Columbia Street
347-907-9632



4.25.2011

Subways and Van Horn Sandwich Shop


Photo by Daniel Krieger

After a trip to the Transit Museum this weekend, we checked out Van Horn Sandwich Shop, a new Southern spot in Cobble Hill. The staff couldn't have been more welcoming and our server Erin made us feel right at home. Nico kept the questions and requests coming (Does the lemonade have agave? Do you have a microwave? I want one of those rolls!) and claimed an order of macaroni and cheese all for himself until he decided the pasta shells it was made with were too thick. Daniel, Leo and I were happy to pick up where he left off, loving its buttery bread crumb topping, and we also split a cornmeal-breaded fried catfish sandwich and a salad with fried chicken, pickles, slaw and buttermilk ranch dressing while drawing pictures of our favorite subways. Van Horn has cool navy blue walls, a butcher block bar and if you go right now, you'll have the perfect view of all the blossoming trees on Baltic Street. I hope we can go back again soon.

Van Horn Sandwich Shop
231 Court Street
Cobble Hill, Brooklyn
718-596-9707



4.20.2011

Ice Cream: A Global History


Cookbooks continue to be my reading material of choice these days, and I now have a new one to add to the list. Written by my friend Laura Weiss, Ice Cream: A Global History explores the enduring appeal of a frozen treat that's adored all around the world. A fun-filled guide, it's full of sweet facts (did you know ice cream in Turkey is so thick you need a knife to cut it?), striking photos, and 26 vintage and modern recipes, including one for sweet corn ice cream from pastry chef Claudia Fleming. Laura's book is one of three that was released this month as a part of Reaktion's Edible Series (the other two focus on potatoes and dates) and The Wall Street Journal said they're all an unpretentious and welcome relief in this age of culinary excess.



4.19.2011

Dreamy Dining Rooms







I can hardly believe it, but the apartment we think we're moving to has a real dining room. I've been staring at paint chips for days and still can't find the right color. One minute I'm leaning toward a sunny yellow and the next, I'm wishing the room had better light and could handle a deep purplish shade. Light blue and beige have been considered and today I'm realizing that white dining rooms with pops of color draw me in the most. If you have a dining room, what color did you paint it and why? I've been saving inspiring images and hope they'll help me make a decision. Above are a few of my favorites.

Photo Credits: #1 - Simon Bevan via Remodelista, #2 & #3 - Patrick Cline via Lonny, #4 - Tiny Water Photography via Rue, #5 - Alexandra Angle Interior Design via Thoughtful Day, #6 - Domino Magazine via Simply Hue



4.17.2011

Ricotta Gnocchi with Contessa Sauce


Leave it to Lidia Bastianich to know just what to do with 1.5 pounds of fresh ricotta. Thanks to her, Daniel and I made Ricotta Gnocchi with Contessa Sauce on Saturday. It was at times a trying process, most likely because we had a 3-year old sous chef who's notorious for abandoning his duties to fill up containers with water or load kitchen appliances with Legos and a 10-month old who gets very feisty when he's hungry. We took turns rolling out the soft and sticky dough and cooking it was a family affair. Daniel plopped the gnocchi into the water and then I helped Nico fish them out with a skimmer while wearing Leo in the Ergo. It certainly wasn't the safest scenario and I'm sure we won't be landing a family cooking show anytime soon, but we all survived and our final product was ridiculously good.

With all that ricotta, a stick of butter, a cup of cream, a cup of Parmigiano-Reggiano, pine nuts and prosciutto, this is a decadent dish that'd be good for a big group to avoid the inevitable desire to eat multiple servings. Soft and fluffy, with a silky, soothing sauce, it makes kids and adults equally happy. In fact, it wasn't long before we were calling our gnocchi "little white pillows" and dreaming about how nice it'd be to use a bunch for a long nap.



4.16.2011

A Recipe for Ricotta


If you had 1.5 pounds of whole milk, hand dipped, kettle heated ricotta, what would you do with it? The one above won 1st place at the 2008 Wisconsin World Cheese Championships. Now, that could be a fancy name for a small contest, but even if it is, I think Narrangansett Creamery's ricotta calls for a very special recipe. I just haven't found it yet.



4.15.2011

A Conversation with Gwyneth Paltrow


I met Gwyneth Paltrow today. Our conversation went something like this.

Me: Hi, how are you?
Gwyneth: I'm good!
Me: (To Leo who I was wearing in the Ergo) You're going to eat my blackberry while we're meeting Gwyneth? (Nervous giggle)
Gwyneth: Awww, how old?
Me: 10 months.

The End.

Or something like that.

So, was it worth the subway ride from Brooklyn with two kids, a stroller, portable potty, lunches, and snacks to my Mom's office in the Empire State Building where I left Nico and then raced about 30 blocks to Gwyneth's cookbook signing with Leo to meet Karlyn and wait in line for an hour and a half before retracing my steps and going home? No, not really.

I was excited to see Gwyneth up close and as expected, she was stunning. She had a certain glow and seemed sweet. But I couldn't think of anything to say or ask her that would seem authentic. I couldn't tell her I really loved her husband's music, or that her Mom was great on the show Huff and how I wish it hadn't gotten cancelled, or that despite what some people think, I actually like the name Apple. Asking something about the cookbook would have made the most sense, but the moment was over before I thought of that. To be honest, I was way more excited about seeing Mo Willems at Barnes & Noble last week. When he walked into the room, I felt giddy. Hearing how he reads the books he's written, books that hold a special place in my heart because I've read them countless times to Nico and Leo, was such a treat. With Gwyneth, I was more in awe, but my connection to her ended there.

Some sites have been poking fun at Gwyneth's cookbook. Eater has a list of the best lines and NY Magazine takes it one step further with this dramatic reading. Nico and I flipped through it on the subway ride home and found a lot of recipes that look really good, including a batch of brownies—Lent can't end soon enough—that uses spelt flour and agave. I'm sure Gwyneth had a strong team to help her perfect these recipes and I'm excited to put some to the test.



4.14.2011

Pasta with Roasted Cauliflower, Figs, and Mint


Debbie Koenig, the Brooklyn mom behind Words to Eat By, has a cookbook coming out in January 2012 called Parents Need to Eat Too. She needed parents with babies to test some recipes and since I haven't been cooking much and needed motivation to get back in the kitchen, I signed up. 

I decided to test the first one on Tuesday night. But after the boys were both in bed, all I wanted to do was collapse on the couch and watch a few episodes of Glee. (I recently started watching and am hooked. It's totally cheesy at times. Come to think of it, the singing and dancing can make me simultaneously smile and cringe. Oh, and I have crushes on Finn and Puck and Mr. Schuster.)

I reminded myself about the cauliflower that had been in our fridge for a while. And about the pack of pine nuts I splurged on at Union Market and needed to use up before I was able to get to the food coop and see how much less they would have cost there. I came really close to popping a frozen pizza in the oven and putting off the recipe testing for another night. Daniel encouraged me to just do it, saying the process might be therapeutic. It's not as if I'd be less tired another day.  Debbie's cookbook is devoted to sleep-deprived parents after all. Clearly, I was the ideal guinea pig.

Once I started chopping, roasting and sauteing, I actually had a lot of fun writing notes on the recipe about things I'd tweak. When I finished about an hour later, I did watch Glee, while digging into a dish I loved, its combination of sweet and savory flavors and a hint of heat so surprising. It even saved me the next day when Leo, my 10-month old tank, was ready for lunch before 12pm. I took out the portion I'd reserved for him—Debbie says to put some aside before adding red pepper flakes—cut it into small pieces and watched as he used his chubby hands to feed himself a big serving.

Pasta with Roasted Cauliflower, Figs, and Mint
From Debbie Koenig
Serves 4

1 medium head cauliflower, cored and separated into small florets
3 tablespoons olive oil, divided
Salt and pepper, to taste
3 large cloves garlic, minced
10 small dried figs, diced (I like Mission figs, but any will do)
A good handful of fresh mint, finely chopped
1 tablespoon fresh rosemary, finely chopped
2 tablespoons pine nuts, toasted
1/2 teaspoon anchovy paste
1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
One box (12 to 14.5 ounces) whole grain pasta of your choice

Stage 1 (45 minutes, much of it oven time):
1. Preheat the oven to 425F. Line or grease a rimmed baking sheet and set aside.

2. Cut the cauliflower and toss in a large bowl with 1 tablespoon of the olive oil and salt and pepper to taste.  Spread on the prepared baking sheet in a single layer, and roast for 20 minutes.

3. While it’s roasting, dice the figs and put in a small bowl. Add ½ cup boiling water, cover, and set aside.

4. Mince the garlic and refrigerate in a small covered bowl. Chop the herbs. Put the mint in a small bowl and refrigerate, covered. Set the rosemary aside; you’ll be using it in a few minutes.

5. After 20 minutes, remove the pan from the oven and sprinkle with the chopped rosemary. Toss the cauliflower with the herb and return it to the oven. Roast an additional 15 minutes, then remove from the oven and cover loosely; no need to refrigerate.

Stage 2 (10 minutes; if doing in two sessions combine with Stage 3):
1. Toast the pine nuts in a dry nonstick skillet over medium heat, shaking the pan frequently, until golden brown. Watch closely; they go from brown to burned in a heartbeat. Remove from pan and set aside; no need to refrigerate.

2. Add the remaining 2 tablespoons of olive oil to the skillet. When it shimmers, add the minced garlic and cook, stirring, just until the aroma fills the kitchen, about 30 seconds. Add the anchovy paste and break it up with the back of a spoon. It will dissolve into the garlic and oil. If you’re not serving the finished dish to a youngun, stir in the red pepper flakes; if you are, reserve them to add at the end, after you’ve taken out the child’s portion.

3. Pluck the figs from the bowl (save the soaking water), add them to the skillet, and cook until the pan is dry. Add a tablespoon or two of the reserved fig water, and cook again until the pan is dry.

4. Add to the cauliflower mixture and set aside; no need to refrigerate. Hold on to the remaining fig water, separately.

Stage 3 (25 minutes):
1. Bring a large pot of salted water to boil and cook the pasta according to package directions.

2. Once the pasta goes into the water, put the cauliflower and figs in a skillet large enough to eventually hold the pasta, too. Add most of the mint (reserve about 1 tablespoon) and cook over low-medium heat. Add a splash of the reserved fig water if it looks dry. Turn off the heat if the pasta’s not ready yet—this shouldn’t look super-saucy, but you don’t want it to be dry, either.

3. Before draining the pasta, reserve ½ cup of the cooking water. When the pasta is cooked to your liking, drain (it’s ok if it’s still fairly wet) and toss it into the skillet over low heat.

4. Stir everything together, adding more of the fig water and/or pasta cooking water until a light sauce forms. If you’ve held off on the red pepper flakes, remove baby’s portion and stir them in now.

5. Serve with the toasted pine nuts and reserved mint sprinkled over each bowl.

MAKE BABY FOOD:
Leave out the red pepper flakes until you remove baby’s portion. If you’re on purees, you’ve got choices: Reserve some of the cauliflower and puree it separately with some of the plumped-up figs and a splash of the fig water, or puree the entire dish. For finger foods, the entire dish can be safely served to a baby—just chop the pine nuts to avoid a choking hazard.



4.13.2011

A play date and sweet potatoes

I recently took Nico to see a show I was covering for Mommy Poppins. When I told him it was called Potato Needs a Bath, he said: "I'm going to jump out of my chair and eat that sweet potato!" Then he let out a devilish laugh. I guess his statement shouldn't have surprised me. Nico could live on sweet potatoes if he had to. I try to roast a bunch every week to have on hand for snacks or a side dish. I cut a bunch into cubes, scatter them on a sheet pan, drizzle with olive oil, some salt and pepper and then roast at 400 degrees for about 30 minutes or until tender, stirring once before they're ready. To give them a golden, crunchy coating, I keep the skins on.

When it came time to see the play, Nico left the main character alone. He actually sat still throughout the entire show, in awe of Scottish puppeteer Shona Reppe and her colorful cast of fruits and vegetables. Even I got a real kick out of the clever set and script and of course loved how fruits and vegetables played starring roles. Read my full review on Mommy Poppins and find out about other NYC theaters that produce plays specifically for preschoolers.

Photo credit: Douglas McBride




4.11.2011

Ample Hills Creamery Sneak Peek Concert


I took this photo of Nico a few days after his 1st brithday. He had just tasted ice cream for the first time (a scoop of strawberry from Blue Marble), and as you can see, it was love at first bite. It was a moment I'll remember forever. I'm a little embarrassed to admit he was wearing a washable bib, something I somehow remembered to bring along on outings back then. Wow, those days are so over. Bibs are overrated anyway.

On Wednesday night, I'm taking my little ice cream lover to a fundraiser for Ample Hills Creamery, a new ice cream shop that's coming to Prospect Heights. I'm covering it for a freelance assignment, and even though I'll still be observing Lent, it looks like I might need to break some rules in the name of research.


If you haven't heard about Ample Hills, it sounds pretty cool. They'll be pasteurizing their own mixes which the Village Voice said is the ice cream equivalent to the bean to bar approach at Mast Brothers. Some of their 24 flavors will include stout 'n' pretzels, salted crack caramel and maple bacon and their shop will have space for birthday parties. The birthday boy or girl will get to design their own flavor and guests will take turns riding a stationary bike that powers a hand-crank ice cream maker. Ice creams cakes will be available as well.

If you live in Brooklyn, like to support local businesses and enjoy eating ice cream, you should come to their sneak peek concert too.

Ample Hills Creamery
623 Vanderbilt (at St. Mark's)
Prospect Heights, Brooklyn



4.08.2011

Making up for lost time


For most of my life, I've given oatmeal the cold shoulder. Called it names like gummy, mushy, and even gross. I tried some once or twice as a kid, back when I thought Fruit Rollups were the best food on the planet and couldn't stand it. I preferred oatmeal cookies, preferably with chocolate chips, or golden brown granola, with crunchy, toasted oats.

But about a month ago, I decided to give oatmeal another chance. I needed new things to feed Nico since he was requesting peanut butter and jelly sandwiches around the clock. My friend Whitney suggested oatmeal, telling me how much she and her son Liam love it. Nico, my name-changing child, often insists we call him Liam. When he does, he refers to me as Whitney, Leo becomes Liam's baby sister June, and Daniel is Justin, Liam's dad. So, when I served a bowl of warm oatmeal dotted with dates and apples one morning and went on and on about how it was Liam's breakfast of choice, Nico dug right in and dramatically praised each bite. When I tried some, I finally saw what all the fuss is about.

I referred to this recipe from the kitchn. I liked the idea of sizzling some apples and letting them release their juices. Now I seem to have some every day and think it's a good breakfast, lunch, or snack, especially when you've sworn off sweets for 40 days and need something to fill the void. Thick rolled oats probably caused my sudden change of heart and using milk in place of water. I like mine a little soupy and since I can't add sugar to anything for a few more weeks, I've been playing around with all sorts of mix-ins (prunes! blueberries! pears! bananas!). They act as natural sweeteners, but I know I'll be ready to break out the maple syrup and brown sugar soon.  



4.07.2011

Gwyneth Paltrow Book Signing


I keep telling Karlyn she needs to start a blog. She's the kind of girl who always knows what's going on everywhere. Without her, I would have had no idea that PS 107 had a waiting list for kindergarten or that the problem seems to be solved, that Cars 2 hits theaters in June or that Giuseppina finally opened. Yesterday, she told me that Gwyneth Paltrow will be at Williams-Sonoma next week signing copies of her cookbook. Yes, that's right, Gwynie P is a lifestyle guru, singing sensation and a chef. When it comes to Mrs. Chris Martin and food, I always think of her macrobiotic diet that makes me feel guilty about my adoration for doughnuts, cupcakes and ice cream. But, I have a thing for certain celebrities and well, I'll admit I wouldn't mind seeing Gwyneth up close.

Gwyneth Paltrow Book Signing
Friday, April 15, 2011 at 1:00pm
10 Columbus Circle
New York, NY
(212) 823-9750

*Space is limited to 400 ticketed customers and you need to call or visit a Williams-Sonoma location to get one and purchase your book. Gwyneth will only be signing books that have been bought at Williams-Sonoma and they go on sale on April 13, but you can pre-order one to secure a ticket.

Image via Williams-Sonoma



4.06.2011

Blooms, Burgers and Bark


Today's sunny weather was perfect for a long walk to Bark, my favorite place for hot dogs. Walking along Prospect Park West with Karlyn and Fox, we were all happy to see so many flowers and trees starting to bloom, little pops of color leading the way and reminding us that winter really is over. At Bark, I planned on getting a hot dog, but when Karlyn told me she really likes their cheeseburgers, I decided to try one. A mix of short rib, chuck and pork jowl, it was cooked and seasoned perfectly, topped with pickles, sharp cheddar, shredded lettuce and a special sauce and wedged between a soft and squishy potato roll, the best bread for a burger if you ask me. If I'd had my camera, I would have taken a picture, but I was too busy feeding Leo fries and replenishing Nico's ketchup anyway. Karlyn took all of these with her iPhone.

Nico and Fox sat at their own table and didn't eat much, but rather than run around and hide under people's tables, they sat still for a while, chit chatting about condiments. I'm all about Bark's hot dogs, but now that I know how good their burgers are, I'll be torn next time I'm back. You can find a more detailed review and photos of their burger here. I'm still craving one of their hot dogs, but Karlyn told me about this family bike ride on Sunday to support the Prospect Park West bike lane. Bark will be giving away free dogs at the finish line. Sounds like it's time to dust it off our bikes and take the boys for a ride.

Bark
474 Bergen Street
Park Slope, Brooklyn



4.03.2011

Dark beer, a bull and Britney


Admit it. This bottle of beer is very cute. It's from Pretty Things, a gypsy brewery in Massachusetts that I heard about through Nunu Chocolates, but once I saw a bottle up close, I had to buy some. The pretty picture influenced me a little. OK, a lot. What can I say? I'm drawn to beer companies that brew small batches and slap on sweet labels.

A strong 9% beer, Baby Tree is brewed with dried California plums and has a delicious dark-fruit flavor. I brought some to my friend Ali's bachelorette on Friday night, knowing she would appreciate it since she and her husband-to-be love beer and recently started brewing their own. It paired perfectly with a plate of ribs and beans from Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, and was just the thing to kick off a fun night with friends I've known for over 20 years. With Ali's three sisters leading the way, we bar hopped from the Upper East Side to the East Village, made Ali ride a mechanical bull, had an impromptu dance session to Britney Spears that involved both the running man and the Roger rabbit, and I laughed so hard I cried. I love when that happens. It's funny how nights like these, which once seemed so normal, almost routine, are now only justifiable for very special occasions.



4.01.2011

Food Fight


Nico and Leo are starting to interact more and play together. They share a room now and Nico will wake up and say things like: "You're such a cute little baby, Copo!" while Leo babbles back. Copo is Leo's new nickname this month. A few weeks ago it was Keeksay. Nico rarely calls him Leo, and when he does, it sounds more like Yeo. They bring out the mischievous side in each other and they both delight in pulling every single book off their shelves, ripping out pages and trying to eat them, and distracting one another when it's time to sleep. As expected, they have scuffles over toys every day. When Leo manages to get a hold of something that doesn't officially belong to him, Nico swoops in to snatch it. He'll then find some random toy that he could care less about and try to pass it off to Leo as the coolest thing in the world.

A few days ago, they had their first fight over food. We were in Union Market, a place I usually avoid when I'm with both of them because the aisles are narrow and hard to navigate with a stroller.  We stopped in to pick up a few things and I promised Nico some cut watermelon, a good on the go snack that helps distract him from ice cream and chocolate croissants. Leo was quiet in the stroller, not saying a word. But once we got on the long line that was already about ten people deep and quickly growing, he spotted the watermelon. He started squawking like a bird, this unusual sound that kept getting louder and louder as I scrambled to take him out of the stroller and soothe him. He might have been flailing his arms, too. Nico picked up on his excitement about the watermelon and immediately began shouting "It's mine. All mine! I'm going to eat all of that watermelon! He can't have ANY!" while Leo's squawking grew louder and louder. Feeling like that Mom, I could see myself in both of them. In Nico's unwillingness to share his food, something I still struggle with even though I'm an adult and should know better. And Leo's impatience because he suddenly needed to eat something right away. Wanting to flee, I was relieved when a woman behind us came to my rescue. She opened up the watermelon while I held Leo with one arm and tried to keep Nico from running away with the other. Once they both had some, the squawking and shouting subsided until they each finished a piece and were ready for another.



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