holidays and celebrations

YUMMY FINDS: PRETZEL ICE CREAM CONES

a few weeks ago, i found out about pretzel ice cream cones through taryn's yummy tour of north carolina and then i proceeded to order 60 of them and commission max to make boozy ice cream. for an impulse buy, i think i did pretty well because only a handful of things beat the salty & sweet (& custom ice cream) phenomenon. i'll be serving them at a little party next weekend and since there are about twice as many cones as there are guests, i think i'll also put them out for the pre-dinner pickles and nuts (a fun way to cut down on dishes without having to resort to paper plates, no? i can't take credit for this though, it was mum's idea). 

i thought about making these from scratch. but then i wanted to watch 90s movies this weekend instead.

-yay! 

DANNY MACAROONS

last week, after a wonderful morning of surprise visitors bearing chocolate croissants and coworkers bearing home-brewed honey liqueur, i schlepped up to spanish harlem to photograph the last thing i'd ever expect to find in spanish harlem: a macaroon man that makes--mum, cover your ears--the best macaroons i ever damn had. they were so good and chewy and gooey and moist and amazing and on the way home i told myself "self, you will not open the bag of macaroons that the nice macaroon man gave you to bring home to mum, you will not," but i did. i opened the bag of macaroons that the nice macaroon man gave me to bring home to mum and i ate the one with chocolate on it {chocolate o'clock had not yet happened that day anyway}. oh it made the long long ride home so much better. 

go check out more photos of danny macaroons in this slideshow on jew and the carrot. there you'll also find danny's recipe for rice pudding macaroons!

-yeh!

TWO BIRTHDAYS


this week two beings in my immediate family celebrate a birthday: mia is 7, george gershwin is 6. 7 years ago today i watched mia gracefully exit the womb and somehow got it all on camera. and a year and a little while after that, a fluffy ball of dreadlocks tumbled into my home in illinois for a life of playing, eating shoes, and regularly being called some variation on the most annoying word not in the english dictionary: rasta-dog. 

it is weird that i've been watching from afar as they grow til tall and every day i wonder if, now that i'm out of school, it's worth it to still be in new york and not where they are.

luckily i'll be going home this weekend for {among other things}: lou malnati's, stoopie's bachelorette party {i've never been to one of those, should i be scared?}, delivering american girl stuff to a birthday girl, eating doggie sherbet with a birthday boy, making one million macaroons for passover, and hopefully judging at the big mustard competition.

happy birthday, mia and george gershwin!

-yeh!