Archive for August, 2009

Nice Matin

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009


The great thing about New York and lets face it everything is great about it, is that you pretty much have to or should walk to your destination.  And by destination,I mean restaurants of course!  After that long walk, sometimes many blocks, you will be rewarded by the spectacular food.  And when I say “food” in New York, I’m talking about bread, no comparison to any bread I’ve ever had in L.A.

Bread server just came by and I’m always greedy so I ask for one of everything, and then I often have them hunt for the heel.  Runs in the family, my dad was keen on the heels and would ask busboys to go fetch “the end” as he called it, from the kitchen.  Okay, breads not killing me today which is probably  good (better for my health) because I can really scarf down the bread and butter.  I’m thinking maybe this isn’t the day for the freshest bread but what I always like about Nice Matin is that you don’t have to ask for butter.  It’s automatically served. (more…)

South of France

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

augie and I eating fabulous food in I think the south of france

my daughter Augie and I eating at La Colombe d’ Or in the south of France

me with my kids Augie and Barnaby when they were small at colombe d'or

IMGmy family in the south of france-1

at a restaurant in the south of france with my family, I ate sardine sandwiches every day on the beach

Joes Crab & Mustard Sauce

Monday, August 24th, 2009


Granny’s Diner

Monday, August 10th, 2009


I’m not the kind of person who keeps tons of framed photo’s on display around my house.  I do however have this one of my Granny’s diner on display.  I really don’t know much about the origin of the picture, so it could have been her diner or she might have just worked there.  What I do know and remember about my grandmother who we called Granny is her cooking.   If I talk about her, it’s only to say she made the best buttermilk biscuits I have ever had.  I’m not even sure if they’re called buttermilk biscuits or baking soda biscuits.  For a few years I made them every single day, I am prone to food fads and will love something so much that I need to eat it every day.  I’m sorry to say I lost this recipe, if I ever find it again, I will share it on the recipe page.  The smell of bacon and a hot oven with those biscuits baking in it is my strongest if not my only memory of my granny.  And I’m pretty sure she dunked the biscuits in the bacon fat before she baked them.

I love all the great restaurants but one of my favorite things to do is find an old great diner in a small town and have a surprisingly wonderful meal.