Tuesday, January 03, 2006
It's been a lazy winter break around here...cooking turkey, peanut butter balls, hoppin' john, alfajores, you name it. New Year's dinner was at La Buca...a nice salad of radicchio, walnuts and scamorza cheese, followed by trennette carbonara for me and spinach ravioli with mushroom sauce for Matt. It was a nice evening, but it wasn't quite the carbonara of my dreams. I'm not sure the homemade flat trennette noodles were quite the right choice -- perhaps carbonara is more of a straight spaghetti dish. Plus, there's nothing like mixing a nice Gloria Ferrer Pinot Noir with some margarita jello shots for a good time!
My other Christmas present book was "Toast: The Story of a Boy's Hunger," which I devoured during a rainstorm. It's a very bittersweet memoir by British food writer Nigel Slater, who endured a difficult childhood while savoring vast quantities of obscure British sweets (Old English Spangles? Sherbet Fountains? flying saucers?), terrible food cooked by a loving mother, decent food cooked by an unloving stepmother. He managed to not only survive a steady diet of wretched British '60s food including freeze-dried peas and vats of ham salad, but grew up to be a respected cookbook writer and food columnist. Unlike most of what Slater was forced to consume, "Toast" goes down very easy indeed.
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