Gilding the Lily since 2006
Seafood chowder made with clams, pacific cod, bay shrimp (all local); lots of celery, onions, potatoes, corn, and bacon; plus shrimp stock, dashi and cream. Colby cheese drop-biscuits for dunking.#dinnertonight #soupweather #chowder #saychowda ? ? ? ? ?#seafood #clams #shrimp #cod #soup #comfortfood #beach #food52 …
Summer ramen made with @nueskes impeccable cherry wood-smoked bacon; @umiorganic noodles (bouncy af); smoked pork dashi; peas, roasted tomatoes, corn, beans, squash blossoms, and scallions from the garden; plus a soy-marinated backyard egg. #dinnertonight #ramen #meatconcierge ? ? ? ? ? ? #bacon #noodles #vegetables …
Yo dawg I heard you like flowers So I made a beautiful bowl of egg flower soup with rich homemade chicken stock, vermilion-yolked backyard eggs, fresh arugula and garlic chives from the garden, and some sweet frozen corn kernels, and then since I heard you …
Yellow split pea soup with ham and a pistou of mint, pea shoots, and pistachio oil, because HOLY SHIT, SPRING, transitions are hard. Best served with torrential downpours, Pinot Gris, and Swedish folk rock. #dinnertonight #springtime #soupweather . . . . #soup #splitpea #comfortfood #f52grams …
The best thing about having a compost heap is not the smug satisfaction of reducing your household waste to a mere 10 gallons a month, or seeing healthy organisms thrive in your soil, or the idea that the nutrient cycle may be so poetically expressed …
Many foods are evocative of one’s place of peasant origin, of one’s mother-tongue. When done properly, the mere smell of these foods has the power to bring a grown man to his blubbering knees, felled by memories of hiding shy behind grandma’s apron. Borscht is …
…or, Variation on a Theme I know – I talked about making tomato soup only a few weeks ago. Get off my back! It’s been really rainy! And besides, if you had all these jars of home-canned heirloom tomatoes staring at you from your pantry …
Everyone has been complaining lately about the utterly deplorable suckfest that was 2010. I may have been too shell-shocked, too sleep-deprived and too baby-stoned to notice the surfeit of misery apparently all around me (oxytocin’s a helluva drug), but I really didn’t think last year …