A mound of Fronch toast
I hosted a little brunch in my apartment yesterday. It was really nice to have my friend Amy in the kitchen with me. Even though she was supposed to come over a few hours earlier than she did (ahem), it was nice to have someone take the reigns and make the Fronch toast. I think it’s been a year since I’ve had any sort of soiree and the sad part was that I didn’t even realize it until yesterday.
Lately my cooking endeavors have been a little bit stressful. Twice this year I’ve cooked for 300 people, a few times I did huge brunches for 60, a handful of catering gigs and of course the countless weekends doing food photography for Veganomicon. It’s been awhile since I’ve cooked a nice relaxing meal with friends just for the hell of it. This is my reminder to do so more often.
It was also nice that the Sunday NY Times included Veganomicon in their holiday cookbook wrap up. Grace Paley? My friends are never going to hear the end of it. I’m going to be so annoying they probably won’t even want to come over and eat, so scratch everything.
The Times says:
Moskowitz is a tattooed 34-year-old Brooklynite with punk spirit and an old soul; spending time with her cheerfully politicized book feels like hanging out with Grace Paley. She and her cooking partner, Terry Hope Romero, are as crude and funny when kibbitzing as they are subtle and intuitive when putting together vegan dishes that are full of non-soggy adult tastes ? they throw a lot of capers and Dijon and spices and vinegar and shallots around. Don?t look here for bowls of vegan mush. Do look for an excellent roasted fennel and hazelnut salad, bok choy cooked with crispy shallots and sesame seeds, hot and sour soup with wood ears and napa cabbage and a porcini-wild rice soup they say is ?perfect for serving your yuppie friends.?