I added ground beef to my version, but it would also be great with pulled chicken or chorizo. It was easy to make and I had meals for days. If one were inclined to make this lower fat or to hide vegetables inside, that would be simple to pull off.
It has been a while since I posted about food. Two recent meals reminded me that I was overdue.
One restaurant, Market Table, was so good that I had to go back for seconds.
First, I dined there with Adrienne. Situated in the charming West Village, Market Table is a cozy nine-year old restaurant that I had somehow overlooked all this time. And it was simply through the luck of OpenTable that I picked it at all.
My friend and I had some serious catching up to do so I didn’t take any of my own pics. Fortunately Instagram came to the rescue.
One of the kindnesses I referenced here was a trip out of town with my friend Julie.
It was my first time visiting the Berkshires and the trip could not have been better: great company, wonderful food, terrific music, perfect weather, a good amount of wine – and even a celebrity sighting!
I discovered that the daily “Lunch Swap” routine began late last year, when associate marketing director Hillary Smith rallied four of her co-workers to alternate making and bringing home-cooked meals to share. Inspired by Julia Kramer’s James Beard Award-nominated “Lunch Al Desko” story in our April 2014 issue, the group wanted to add an element of community to re-thinking the midday meal. Now they can’t imagine workdays without the variety, pleasure, and economy of putting time and care into cooking for one another on assigned days. Since all five swappers are adventurous eaters without dietary restrictions, their food rules are relaxed, and the focus is on enjoying relatively healthy meals rich in flavor and texture.
I love the idea in theory. But as a somewhat picky eater, the notion of putting myself in others’ hands like this makes me anxious.
Have you doing something like this? What recipes would you use?
I crossed #15 off my to do list recently: I dined at Peter Luger.
Sometimes iconic experiences don’t live up to the hype but Peter Luger absolutely did. I loved it.
The restaurant is from another time. It was established in 1887 but is aging quite well.
There are gleaming brass light fixtures throughout, wood paneling and in a little booth, a purple haired cashier (I’m pretty sure her hair isn’t purple out of trendiness). The servers, all men from what I can tell, are no-nonsense. Not brusque, but efficient.