a mast brothers chocolate tour

one of the real big upsides of being a grandma on the inside is that when tema is looking high and low for someone to wake up before 10am on a saturday to go on a tour of the mast brothers chocolate factory she stops at me. it's because last friday night in new york city, i was full on homemade thank-you-for-letting-me-sleep-on-your-sofa-bed scotch eggs and in that sofa bed by 9 with netflix and a cookbook.

so not that waking up "early" and getting on the g train was at all a chore for me, but if it had been, it would have been completely worth it.  

in a heavily tattooed, bearded willy wonka way... (side note about tattoos: marian gave me a temporary one with a blue and purple pony on it and i feel almost cool enough to consider getting a real one and it's making me scared.)

like i have always felt ooooook paying a small fortune for a mast brothers bar if it's a special occasion like eggboy is playing a show in the west village, because pretty packaging and a high percentage of cocoa are my jams (!!) but now that i've learnt things about their process that go deeper than that--for example, taking very very very good care of their farmers and aging their chocolate for months upon months--i get all warm and fuzzy. and it makes me want to be bffs with michael and rick.

anywho, if you're in brooklyn and have eaten so much that you need a thing to do that doesn't require eating too much but you still want to be around food, take this tour, it is fun.

-yeh!

grilled wedge salad with a fried egg and cranberry feta

i returned home yesterday to a denim-clad smiley faced eggboy, a very gleeful garden, and a garage that doesn't have a boat in it (i'm still not actually sure who the boat belonged to, if it actually works, and where it is now, but it was here since we moved in and despite how glamorous having a boat sounds, having a second parking spot feels equally if not more glamorous, especially when i'm still on the fence about the boat shoe trend). 

being home right now feels kind of like i just ran 10 miles and am about to eat a pizza. it's great and i sort of never want to leave, but at some point we're going to have to hit the road for at least a few days to scout wedding venues. eeee!!!!

speaking of weddings, let's talk salads. because i'm going to eat a lot more of them in the coming months, or at least that's what i tell myself when there isn't a box of donuts in front of me. the good people at président cheese are hosting a big internet salad party, so i just went straight for the good stuff, i.e. bacon and eggs. it's kind of a man salad, and it may or may not be a breakfast sandwich in disguise, but it's a fun main attraction if you feel like a grilling by the pool but feel awkward downing a burger while wearing a bathing suit. 

rather than dressing this salad, i like cooking the yolk so that it's extra runny and oozes all up in that wedge. this combined with the yummy grilled taste of the lettuce and onion and topped with sweet tangy cranberry feta makes for a very fun salad. 

be sure to check out the other salads up in here because they all look so fun and tasty!!!!

grilled wedge salad with a fried egg and cranberry feta

serves 4

ingredients

1 head lettuce

olive oil

kosher salt

8 strips bacon

1 medium onion

4 eggs

black pepper

1 c président regular feta crumbled with cranberries

clues

light a grill or heat a grill pan over medium high heat.

slice lettuce into 4 wedges and brush them lightly with olive oil. grill on both sides for a few minutes, until they start to brown. sprinkle with salt.

grill the bacon and onions on both sides as well.

fry the eggs in a little olive oil until the whites are cooked but the yolks are still runny. season with salt and pepper.

to assemble, place each lettuce wedge on a plate, and top each with two slices of bacon, some onion, an egg, and two tablespoons of feta.

enjoy!

-yeh!!

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new york

in a way, it was like i never left. and in much the same way, i haven't one clue how i lived here for six years. how did i ride the subway every day? how did i do all of my grocery shopping with a basket and not a cart? how did i not spend all of my money on smelly cheese and pistachio cake at bklyn larder? 

(how did i sleep through the hum hum humming of the falafel truck out front and roommate patrick's 3am passion-pit-soundtracked no-girls-allowed patio parties? (i love you, patrick!!!))

and on the other hand: ask a 22-year-old me how i would ever be able to live more than two subway stops from the nearest pork bun, and no, i would not have been able to tell you.

today i go home to the farm after three weeks of making music, spending time with old friends and new, and eating approximately everything. i'll go home with a very full belly, an even more full heart, and a ring on it! i wish i could give all of my friends here one more hug, but i mustn't be long, as i've got to go home and plan a (omgomgomgomg) wedding.

here are a few of my favorite links and things from this past week in new york:

my first stop when i got to new york was black seed bagel with donny. it was a very tasty first stop and a good primer for the roberta's, the mission chinese, and the peekskill simple sour at the dog-friendly bar that i would later have with him. (hashtag my wedding diet starts tomorrow?)

i had three halvah desserts that i cannot get out of my head: an ooey gooey sandwich cookie at mimi's hummus, sticky crunchy halvah ice cream at the russ and daughter's cafe, and the kadaif at hummus place, which is covered in a mountain of shredded halvah. i later bought some shredded halvah from sahadi's to take home with me.

my first time performing in central park was with the knights last tuesday and it was so much fun. you can listen to the concert online!

the steak salad at five points. i want it every day of my life.

maria and i went dress shopping and saw pnina in real life and i got all kinds of starstruck. my kleinfeld experience was magnificent, but i think perhaps the wedding dresses at veka were much more farm girl me. 

tema introduced me to bakeri and i had a total cute attack.

yesterday's beautiful morning turned into a glorious afternoon in prospect park with some of my most favorite humans. the good people behind dolly and oatmeal, two red bowls, cake over steak, food52, apt. 2b baking co., and the tart tart came out for some serious noshing. serious noshing. and instagramming, obviously.

and but really, if i had to marry a restaurant and not eggboy, i would marry bklyn larder.

bye bye for now, new york!

-yeh!

matcha mochi yogurt pops + hello, brooklyn!

this morning i woke up in brooklyn, in my old apartment, on my old couch. i had coffee in my old kitchen as memories of my 23-year-old self with a pre-eggboy eggboy came hurling back all projectile-like: sitting at the counter and giggling uncontrollably when he accidentally called me his girlfriend for the first time, making roasted squash pizza in the wee hours of the morning after a bike ride over the brooklyn bridge, having scrambled eggs and soft boiled eggs and a lot a lot of kale and eggs. it's all so very weird being back in this place! everything here is pretty much the same, although my successors appear to be much cleaner than i was, and they have cool things like milk glass mixing bowls and fishs eddy salt shakers. 

i've yet to venture out. the hum of the falafel truck kept me up (or maybe that was jet lag), so i'm getting a late start to my morning, which is now the afternoon. i forget how to dress in new york... are birkenstocks at all ok? as long as i call them normcore? i need a bagel. and i think it's rather warm out this week, which is a good time to segue into my recipe for the day...

matcha mochi yogurt pops!

for popsicle week! you could say these little guys are like an inside out version of mochi ice cream balls. they've got cynthia's mochi bits scattered about within, which make for a texturally exciting and deliciously chewy experience. and the fact that they're made with yogurt makes them a perfectly acceptable breakfast (of course, an ice cream or any other kind of pop is also an acceptable breakfast, especially during popsicle week). i like my yogurt on the tart side, so i've only added a teensy bit of honey, but you can certainly add more if you please. 

be sure to check out the other popsicles that are being posted throughout this tasty week! and three cheers for billy for organizing this and three more cheers for the official unofficial spokesperson, mariah carey.

matcha mochi yogurt pops

makes 6

ingredients

2 c plain yogurt

2 tb honey, or more to taste

2 tsp matcha powder

a pinch of kosher salt

1/4 tsp vanilla extract

1/4 tsp almond extract

1 c mochi bits

clues

whisk together all ingredients except for the mochi. taste and add more honey, if desired. fold in the mochi. spoon into popsicle molds, insert popsicle sticks, and freeze for a few hours.

run the molds under warm water for easy removal.

enjoy!

-yeh!