I was catching up on last week’s Slice posts over at Serious Eats (sometimes I have to actively wait to read their posts until after I’ve eaten a meal and feel full, otherwise I get such intense hunger pangs for pizza!), and totally fell in love with this new video series feating Nancy Silverton, of La Brea Bakery and Pizzeria Mozza fame.
So you can imagine how stoked I was to poke on the Internet for a few seconds longer, only to find this totally incredible old-school video series featuring a very young and very beautiful Nancy Silverton with Julia Child! I have to admit, ever since Ashley planted a bug in my head about starting a video series, I haven’t been able to shake it. If I ever attempted such a feat, I would want it to be as genuine and loving as the moments shared between these two women.
Watching Nancy show Julia how she makes her custard brioche tart with sauteed fruits (!) is beyond inspiring. It’s actually really moving. (There’s another video here). So much passion and love and care. I could watch that woman whisk a sabayon forever! (And also — love learning that Nancy likes to fortify her whipped cream with creme fraiche. Now that I know that, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make it another way!)
“Powdered sugar? That’s about as far as this can go, isn’t it?” And I’m dead. Thank you internet for existing.
I’m totally a freak about period dramas (what does it say about me that two of my favorite movies of all time are Last of the Mohicans and Pride & Prejudice? Or that my new favorite Cronenberg movie is A Dangerous Method?), so I have been waiting to watch Downton Abbey until I have a little break in my life to properly savor it and linger over it and WOW. Just. WOW. It’s all I could have imagined it to be and so, so much more. This image of Mr. Carson carefully decanting an old wine (is he sifting out the sediment?) totally reminded me of Adam. So classic. Wonder what they were drinking? Cuz you know it was Claret.
We went through this weirdly intense taco phase a few weeks ago where we ate them almost every day. (We made breakfast tacos with leftover migas, even). What a glorious week that was. And even though I live only a five minute bike ride away from one of the best taco trucks in Portland, I prefer to stay at home and figure it out for myself.
Remember this lamb liver? We used the second liver for lunch tacos the following day. This time, we marinated diced liver in a can of chipotles in adobo — super smoky and spicy — before being fried in a pan until extra crispy. We made one other taco filling: a delicious mixture of stewed Asiago cheese, fresh corn, diced poblanos, and cubes of garden-fresh zucchini. It was a little like spicy Mexican creamed corn, if that’s a thing? All tacos were supplemented with plenty of add-ons: diced red onion, shredded red cabbage, minced cilantro, spears of avocado, squeezes of lime, and plenty of hot sauce.
(Also: remember this? “Do you know what I love about tacos? Everything.”)
Sorry for being so MIA this past week — friends in town visiting coupled with weekend getaway to Bend, Oregon meant sad lack of posting. And tonight, LOST comes to its inevitable conclusion. Reconciling with the finale of the series has been akin to going through the Kubler-Ross grief cycle. I’m finally at acceptance.
I always have loved Mischa Barton solely for her turn as Marissa Cooper in the best-daytime-soap-to-masquerade-as-classy-television, ‘The O.C.’ We all loved Coop and her horrific wardrobe which consisted mainly of tiered miniskirts, tight polos, plastic hair barrettes and sequined flats.
Mischa in Rachel Comey, THAT I can get behind, even thought I hate the way she styled it with all the jewelry and bling. At least her hair and makeup looks great. I was obsessed with this print when it came out and almost bought it in jumpsuit form. I still want it.
As if I needed another reason to love LOST, a small portion of the books featured or referenced on the show (mostly in the hands of Sawyer and Desmond, the two resident bookworms of the program, although Hurley reading ‘Laughter in the Dark’ made me laugh):