*You’ll have to excuse me for the lack of photos, but the beautiful yet dimly lit space, as well as the intimate environment of the restaurant, did not not allow for them. I don’t want to say that I’m generally disappointed when a friend embarks on a foray into some new diet restriction, but there’s always a little bit of “aghhhh” when I’m making dinner reservations. … Continue reading Elf Cafe
I’ve been bloody bored of food. Cooking it, presenting it, buying it, ordering it, looking at it – blah blah blah. I definitely began to understand the appeal of soylent, that scary, flavorless, viscous smoothie you can use to replace all your meals. And even with my frequent sampling of LA’s variety of “new and exciting” restaurants, I was left less than satiated. Until … Continue reading Cafe Birdie
I’m in super nest-y, hibernation mode. Sophie may have pulled a muscle, and until we get her checked out by a vet, we’ve been taking it slowwwww. As in chilly mornings, wrapped up in a blanket, sipping on lavender lattes (for me) and crunching on glucosamine dog biscuits (for her) while Bowie wreaks havoc, tearing socks out of dirty laundry baskets. And I’ve been stockpiling … Continue reading Blood Orange Cardamom Cake
I’ve been on a baking spree, which I hope continues into the New Year and perhaps, by some miracle, does not continue onto my waistline. But the weather has been dreary and drizzly, perfect for blasting the oven and listening to the Daughter Spotify Radio Station. I baked a modified version of this recipe, using prosecco rather than pink champagne, no food coloring, and of … Continue reading Champagne Vanilla Cake!
Goooood morning! If you’re anything like me, you wait for new moons and the first of the months or the beginning of the week, and you’re like “yaaaassss #freshstart.” Well, I woke up like that yesterday and then things went to shit. Never fear, all things are manageable with a few deep breath breathes, a good cry and chocolate bar, so I woke up this … Continue reading Homemade French Crepes with Brown Butter Persimmons and Canadian Maple
I very rarely cook Indian food. Rather, I never do, save for the time I was in Beijing to visit Jacob and made him his favorite chicken curry with my mom’s garam masala. It’s a shame really because it is so comforting for me. But when I want it, I just want my mom’s. As in, I don’t want to shop, prep, cook and clean … Continue reading Indian Feast Pop Up Dinner: A Recap
Little known fact about me? I fackin luv maple syrup. I used to put it on pancakes, obvs. But also on my bacon. And eggs. And whatever else that happened to be under my heavy handed pour, i.e. the dog, the carpet, my pants. Anywho, my aunt Dogo, who is my sweetest and calmest aunt, like I don’t even know how we’re related status, … Continue reading Maple Custard Pie