Parsley-holics' Shrimp with Green Sauce
This dish is very close to my heart. Before I was born (back in the seventies), my parents used to go to an old Spanish restaurant on the Upper East Side of New York called Malaga. It’s an old-fashioned place in that terrific and charming New York way: wine-red booths. A stately and enormous awning. A bar to the left as you walk in with the same guy sitting behind it. Porcelain portraits of flamenco dancers, wooden details, plants, and the best part: the dessert case that you can see at the very back of the seemingly endless rooms, full of flan. A relic from when restaurants looked like the places that inspired them–not like a blank if stylish canvas. Continue reading
Roasted Asparagus with Whole Grain Mustard, Rosemary, and Lemon
Mr. English loves asparagus. And sometimes, love is making what the person you love loves for dinner. I’ll admit–this dish isn’t much of a sacrifice. Continue reading
Spaghetti with Brussels Sprouts and Brown Butter under a Shower of Parm
I just made such a good dinner, I had to share it with you in time for you back home to make it tonight. I love Brussels sprouts. This is such a simple dish: spaghetti tossed with shaved fresh Brussels sprouts and nutty brown butter, under a shower of Parm. Some toasted pine nuts would be great too, but I’m fresh out. This is nutty and different, and light, and really good. Plus, it’s ready in the time it takes to cook the pasta. Bon app! Continue reading
Spaghetti with Green Parsley Pesto
There are funky pestos out there, pestos where basil isn’t the star. Arugula pesto. Spinach pesto. I’ve even made a tarragon pesto. But I’ve never seen a pesto that has put parsley at center stage, and really celebrated what parsley’s all about: grassy light freshness. Continue reading
Raspberry-Rose Sorbet with White Chocolate, à la Berthillon
Paris is a romantic city. But the most romantic place in the whole of that romantic city is the tearoom at Berthillon. Berthillon is an ice cream shop on the tiny and quaint Île St. Louis. But it’s not like other ice cream shops. It recognizes the wonder that is ice cream, and situates itself among the pomp and circumstance that ice cream requires: brass bars. Marble tables. Silver cups. Line up and get a scoop to go. Or, do something dreadfully romantic, and get a table for two in the tearoom. Continue reading
Green Cabbage and Parsley Slaw
I’m so excited about this month’s unsung hero: parsley. I know, I know. But hold back that skepticism. Parsley is on the rise, and it’s not being shy anymore!
There was a time when I didn’t like parsley. Not even a sprinkle on the plate. What? Did the chef think that I couldn’t taste it? Continue reading
Red Spanish Chorizo and Seafood Stew
Mr. English and I are celebrating our fifth Valentine’s Day together today. I say today, because long ago we decided to start observing on the thirteenth.
We were both students at Oxford on our first Valentine’s day, and we’d been dating about four months. We went to this really lovely restaurant called Gee’s. It’s an old Victorian glass greenhouse converted into a restaurant. Really cool. There we were, a couple sandwiched between couples. We could hardly even talk to each other without feeling like we were having pillow talk with six other people. Continue reading