BLACK SESAME HAMANTASCHEN AND SPINACH + GRUYERE HAMANTASCHEN

if you liked yesterday's sweet potato hamantaschen, scoot on over to the jew and the carrot for more sacrilegious snackees of the black sesame and spinach + gruyere varieties. {there you'll also find insight into the party lives of teenage brian and me.}
-yeh!

RECIPE: SWEET POTATO HAMANTASCHEN

there are days when you only eat vegetables and then there are days when you only eat hamantaschen. around these parts we like to call the latter "taking the dollar now." as opposed to saving up your dollars to feel "good" at the end of the day. you know? as in, this weekend i felt super good and happy as i ate about twelve thousand hamantaschen right in a row, but on sunday night my belly h88888ed me. with a capital 8. which isn't to deter you from making these... rather it's to encourage you to make them because they are so good but you should keep some extra humans on hand to help eat them.

oh p.s. if you're like what is a hamantaschen? what is a chag purim? letmegooglethatforyou {bc gods only know i'd get the purim story mixed in with the easter bunny.} 

p.p.s. be on the lookout soon for black sesame hamantaschen and sacrilege spinach + gruyere hamantaschen!

recipe: hamantaschen dough
{based on betty doman's hamantaschen, courtesy of anne schulman {mother of brian of "brian is numnums"}}

2 sticks of butter, softened
4 oz cream cheese, softened
1 egg yolk
pinch of salt
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
powdered sugar, for dusting

in a large bowl with an electric mixer, beat butter, cream cheese, egg yolk, and salt. add flour, half a cup at a time, to form a dough. wrap in plastic wrap and refrigerate for two hours.


-yeh!

brunch with the boys


over the weekend, brian and cutlet came for one of those long, lazy, highly caffeinated brunches that i crave each and every day of the week. it was so nice to see brian, who had come in from out of town for the week. and also of course it's always a treat with cutlet, who had come allll the way from queens. the morning reminded me of sunday mornings during the college years when we'd sit around the practice room sign out sheets, comparing notes on hangovers. only this time we were basking in the sun and marginally more sophisticated.

the menu:

veggie quiche with sweet potato hash brown crust*
maple syrup with a side of bacon
black coffee x a bazillion septrillion

*to make the crust, shred 1 1/2-2 sweet potatoes, mix with about 3 tablespoons of melted butter, an egg, and salt and pepper to taste. firmly pack the mixture on the bottom and around the edges of a cake pan and bake at 450 until it sets (15-20 minutes). substitute this for the crust in your favorite quiche recipe!

-yeh!



yardbird {miami}

definition of heaven: with them, eating that.
nothing. nothing compares to a long, early evening meal with fabulous food, amazing friends, mustard cocktails, and natural lighting...
like the one a few days ago at
{in miami, not to be confused with 
it was one of those meals that was so good, it'd be worth trading my opposable thumbs for. because my friends are so great, they'd make up a brilliant way to make fun of me and then help cut my chicken. i'm so in love.
protocol for toasting during this trip was to say paradiddles instead of cheers, making everything about the trip a "business expense."
and, yes, that is a mustard effing cocktail. 
the porkchop citrus juice + apple cider + benchmark bourbon + dijon + thyme
i considered asking for extra mustard like i do with everything,
but instead i enjoyed it as it was meant to be. 
and it was not-too-sweet and refreshing and yummypants.
sel de mer's fatty miami fried green tomato counterpart was topped with pimento cheese and an unbelievable piece of melt-in-yr-potty-mouth pork belly. usually i write off pork belly as so 36 months ago, but not when it's this good.
veggie pot pie: an extremely respectable veggie option for a place called chicken.
left: rob does what percussionists do when they get wild/crazy.
right: alan laughs at him, or something else. 
it's hard to tell when everyone spends the entire meal laughing.
hearty & firm chicken biscuits with pepper jelly and pickley things.
you are the macaroni to my grayson, virginia cheese.

with my old roomie! and brian {of the tag, brian is numnums}

reason number two for why i'd move to miami is the freshness of the fruit and veggies. i'm no watermelon connoisseur, but i know when i die upon eating something. above are the melons & farm cheese which were unlike anything i'd ever had, texturally. an unoffensive crumbly cheese. and a crisp and juicy watermelon... formed an odd pairing that i am just now, in my tiny new york apartment, craving. which is the wrong place to crave that. but this one took thought and absence.
post dinner: eight grown men rolling around on the floor, violet beauregarde style, and one and a half asian girls nodding violently to the possibility of dessert.
bluebee crumble with corn ice cream.
yes, we want that.
complete success.
i'm even gonna use caps and bold to convey it:
COMPLETE SUCCESS.
the entire meal was simply nailguns. 
literally, paradise.
the memories of it can go in a little ball jar and sit on my desk now. 
i'll open it every time i need a good smile.
-yeh!!!