Of all the things my mother cooks, bourekas may be her pièce de résistance. The Israeli version of börek, ubiquitous all over the Middle Eastern, bourekas are pockets or triangles or slices of puff pastry filled with cheese and vegetables –
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In my uncontrolled supermarket shopping spree fueled by months longing for essentials – essentials! – like Graham crackers and butterscotch chips, I may have gone a bit too far.
The Black Beast. I think that’s a perfect name for A. the virus I just told you about and B. this ganache-laden flourless chocolate cake.
Full disclosure: for the last three days I have subsisted on a diet of oyster crackers, Cap’n Crunch, english muffins and Vitamin water. Sometime after a predictably raucous
Would you believe it? I’m away from Australia for not a week and already I’m missing the little things. The postmen on their bikes, the smell of jasmine, and the Australians’ take on classic puddings.
Sorry to be just popping in briefly but pots and pans are a’flying here at chez shortlists. The lack of updating just means we’ve been indulging in favorites old and new, busy seeing family and friends
There are few things I compete with for Francesco’s attention. One of them is steak. Another is books. Another is street performers (cannot. pull. him. away.)
As we officially enter the holiday season, we all need a little boost in morale to get through potfuls of squash, stock and stuffing.
I’m not one to try to improve on perfection. I use only one recipe for chocolate chip cookies, scones, and cream cheese frosting. And the reason is simple: they are perfect.
Here at The Shortlists’ mother den, things can get a little out of control. Annual homeward migrations mean nonstop runs of long, boozy dinners in and out.
You know those stupid questionnaires where famous/supposedly interesting people are asked a bunch of questions and one of them is always, without fail, What would your last meal be?
While we do have different standards when it comes to lots of things, Francesco and I both put this cake in our respective Top 3 Cakes of All Time lists. And you know what? Everyone who’s ever tried it probably has too.
So last night not only did I have five Italians at my dinner table, I had five Italians from Bologna at my dinner table. Since one such Italian was the wine importer (see photo of table below), events are a bit fuzzy.
I’m going to be brief today thanks to yesterday’s 5 bottles of wine. And though I should probably not be staring into an abnormally blinding computer screen in my condition,
It’s been too long (which in our world is two weeks) since we had a dinner party but tonight we’re back on track.
Maybe you know someone who really has fallen in love over a plate of spaghetti and meatballs or been swept away by an aphrodisiacly absurd chocolate cake. And I’m sure it’s possible.
It’s that time of year again. Late October: brisk breezes, fall’s foliage finally falling, pumpkin patches, cute kids in costumes…oh wait. I almost forgot that I no longer live in New England. Here in Australia there is no such thing as foliage, no briskness whatsoever and…wait for it…no Halloween.
Until last night, I had never made a roast.
You may think that just because I attempted to make short ribs out of long ribs that I’m unafraid in the kitchen, a pioneer.
My idea of the perfect weekend? One with friends spent eating, drinking, drinking and eating with an occasional interruption for a walk on the beach.
One of my favorite things about living in Australia is knowing that as Thanksgiving and the holidays roll around, so will summer. Though I miss autumn in New England for a million reasons – apple picking, foliage, carving pumpkins, Indian summer