I live across the pond in Germany and wait longingly for Food52 activities to come here.
I grew up in New Jersey as a first generation American in a house where there was a love of fine food but not a love of cooking. I found this at my grandparents who would grow basil on their rooftop to make a magical pesto and who would spend a day in the workroom hand grinding spices (eyes tearing) to replicate an Indian curry they had on a trip. From them, I learned the love and care once can put into preparing a fine piece of meat or a fresh whole salmon or just a simple pasta for family and friends.
I love to cook (for family, for friends, for myself, with butter) and I am learning, with age, to be nicer to innocent people who wander into my kitchen and happen to touch things. I think a perfectly valid reason to go on a vacation is for food and luckily I married someone with the same philosphy and have a small child whose first 20 words were food words. I am not much of a baker but am embarking on a self-taught bread making course inspired by thirschfeld's pain a l'ancienne.
I always wear an apron.
- What is the strangest food you have ever eaten?
- lamb's brain - I was 12 and found the texture to be, well, strange
- What do you cook when home alone?
- things you wrap
- Your most treasured kitchen possession:
- my teppanyaki
- The ideal number of guests for a dinner party is: