Tag Archives: fruit

In the Kitchen: Lemon curd

Checked another item off my kitchen bucket list the other day: lemon curd. Continue reading


Dining out: Melt Bakery, La Newyorkina, People’s Pops on the High Line, NYC

On a hot day there's nothing better than an ice cream sammie that didn't come from a factory.

When we were kids summer days were all about the pool. And the pool was all about the ice cream truck. Now we’re grownups and instead of the pool, we’re strolling the High Line in NYC and enjoying the summer heat. We’re not crazy, we just love the ice cream carts featuring ice cream sandwiches made with tasty gourmet cookies and filled with fancy ice creams. We’ve traded the Rocket pops for paletas made from frozen hunks of fruit and vegetable purees, studded with fresh herbs. And they all taste better than what we remember. Who says getting older isn’t fun? Continue reading

Inspired and wired

RUNNING LIKE THE WIND before the timer on my camera goes off.

One of the staffing agencies I’m signed up with ran a Twitter contest- you were supposed to post a picture of a place that inspires you. Lucky me, I live less than 5 miles from Great Fall and so very early in the morning I drive out to the towpath and go for a brisk stroll out and back. I think it’s at least 2 miles round trip. It’s perfect for thinking about lots of things (like the novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year and am in the process of editing). Or nothing (at all). Or about food (like, say, lunch).  Continue reading

Dining Out: Dairy Godmother, Del Ray neighborhood, Alexandria, VA

I love frozen desserts. Love them. King Cones, Drumsticks and ice cream sandwiches are my drugs of choice. When Ben&Jerry’s has a new flavor, I’m there. When Haagen Dasz has free cone day I will find a way, even if it’s across town. Godiva mails me coupons for free Chocolixirs. I may be on a diet and exercise regime to get me into a tankini this summer, but I’d sooner give up my martinis than my ice cream. Pure and simple. The Dairy Godmother in Alexandria, VA’s Delray neighborhood will make all your ice dreams come true by serving up a slightly healthier, tastier, alternative to Haagen Dasz or Ben and his buddy Jerry. Continue reading

Things you should never do.

>When you’ve had a long long looooong week, and a busy weekend ahead of you there are oh so many thing you just shouldn’t do. Because they might make you have fun.

First off, when you’ve had a bad day at work you should never ever go out with your cousin who makes you laugh so hard you can’t breathe, and have a drink. Because one drink can become two and no good can come of that. Especially if that drink is a raspberry martini with fresh raspberry puree. Or a frozen pomegranate margarita. ‘Cause those are bad.

And you should never, if you get to work early, stop into the local grocery where they have cheap stuff for baking and plantains. (Those exotic temptresses of the fruit world with fibrous skins spotted black and thick stems. The yellower the peel the more flavorful the fruit inside.) Because if those plantains are 4/$1 you will end up buying them and visions of plantain fritters and stuffed plantains will dance in your clearly addled head.

And don’t even think about accepting an invite to a karaoke house party. Who told you you could sing? Puh-leeze!

And frying plantains (tostones) for said party? Out of the question! Really, you’re being utterly ridiculous, and… Hold on a mo’. Let’s try that again.

Never fry plantains and bring them to a party, because you will not get a single one.

There is something exciting about fried plantains. They are the comfort food of the tropics- savory slices of wild banana, crispy on the outside, sprinkled with salt. My friend Val from Puerto Rico serves hers with sour cream on the side for dipping. They can also be served sweet, cooked with honey and sugar and butter. They take the place of french fries on Columbia’s Caribbean coast. In Venezuela they’re made into a strata- stuffed with cheese, dipped in egg and deep fried. They can be made into an alcoholic drink, banana meal, and so much more. Plantains are a miraculous fruit.

Never tell someone when they’ve missed a chance to eat fried plantains. When I told a Cuban friend who wasn’t able to attend the party about my contribution he whined, “But I wasn’t therrrrrre!” He whined. That is the effect that fried plantains, even in absentia, have on people.

And what could be simpler? Slice them diagonally into 1/3 inch slices. Toss them in a pan of heated vegetable oil. Flip them when the middles whiten and the edges look more yellow. Flatten them gently with a spatula while they cook. Sprinkle salt over them, flip them onto a paper towel to drain then put in a pie pan and place them in a 300F oven so that they stay warm. When you are ready to go, put a bit of foil over the plantains and wrap the pan with newspaper to keep the heat in.

One last thing- when you get into the car to go to this party, don’t reach in and snag one. Just one. Because when you get there, there will be nothing left.