Posts Tagged ‘photography’

Penny (www.pennyplastic.com) often posts her daily inspirations on her fabulous blog, and it’s prompted me to share some of my favorite images, songs, or any other media that I want to share that may not fit into any other posts I write–especially great photos from blogs I frequent.  So without further ado, my first installment;


Image from A Tuscan View – From Umbria (http://tuscanyandumbria.typepad.com/)

This blog chronicles the adventures of a husband and wife who live in Umbria and conduct painting tours of the surrounding areas, and they usually end up posting some really fabulous photographs of both the area and of their travels.  This was taken in the south of France at the Isle sur la Sorgues and it makes me want to just head down to Newark and hop the first flight to either Italy or France.

Full account of this particular trip can be found here:  http://tuscanyandumbria.typepad.com/atuscanview/2009/01/plein-air.html


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I tend to use orzo often when making pasta dishes because it’s just so versatile–it works well in soups, pasta salads and even in faux-risotto dishes–and it also doesn’t necessarily need the giant pasta pot that long noodles require if you’re only making pasta for one or two people.  The original recipe that this is an adaptation of calls for spaghetti, but when we substituted orzo the lemony sauce coated the pasta much more evenly and the parsley added a bit more of a bite than the basil does, especially for this time of year.



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Yale campus, September 9, 2008, 1:51 PM.

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I know I’ve been away from the blog for a while–my mind is very much in job-hunting mode and that, along with the holidays, have zapped me of inspiration.  But tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and the husband and I are going to celebrate as we usually do–making lots of food, drinking wine, watching movies and playing board games–and we’re going to add a new player to the lineup:  a homemade focaccia loaf.

With the exception of two cookie baking episodes, our Artisan stand mixer has laid primarily dormant, mostly because I hate baking sweets (because then we have to eat them).  But our journey to Italy opened me up to the wonders of a simple focaccia, and since we’ve been back I’ve made well over five loaves, including one we brought to a Christmas party a few weeks ago.  It’s an insanely easy recipe that I’ve adapted from an Emeril recipe, and the results are fabulous:


See what I mean? (more…)

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From Anthony Bourdain’s Les Halles Cookbook, page 69:

How to Hard-Boil a Freaking Egg:

Put your eggs gently into a small pot filled with cold water.  Bring the water to a rapid boil.  As soon as the water is boiling, shut off the heat and put a lid on top.  After 10 minutes, remove the eggs and slide them carefully into ice water to cool.  When cool?  Peel.  Here’s how you know if you’ve done it right:  if the egg is cooked through, the shell peels off cleanly, and the yolk is not surrounded by an unsightly gray ring.  Gray ring?  Try again.


Well played, Bourdain.

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One of the last pieces of information my then-brand-spanking-new-mother-in-law relayed to me over the phone as I was scribbling down the directions to Baur B&B was “there will be a bottle of wine waiting for you two.”  And when we arrived late that morning, that was an understatement.

We lugged our bags up to the room, and after some showers (I had to get out all of the gross hairspray and other products from my bridal hairdo, plus wash myself of plane), we ambled over to the kitchen where we had this waiting for us:


Focaccia, tomatoes and basil, figs, Genoan salami, goat cheese (I think), olives, carrots and proscuitto.  And a bottle of Barbera d’Asti.  In other words:  heaven. (more…)

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Max e Murphy;

So I lied.  I promised a Top Chef recap, and I’ve yet to deliver, and will remedy this tomorrow.  In the meantime, can I offer some puppies (in spirit, if not in age) as a concession?

I’ve been meaning to write about Max, the dog Michael is referring to when he tells our friends and family back home that “he likes dogs in Italy.”  Max is a very special dog–cheerful, affectionate, intelligent, and loyal as hell.  The fact that the afternoon we set out for our walk and he kept following us (despite many, many attempts at Diana, Michael and I to dissuade him) shows that he is nothing if not smarter than we all give him credit.  He is the one-dog greeting company at Baur B&B, and he’s happy to sit by you so long as you scratch behind his ears.  Michael made such an impression upon him that on our last afternoon at the B&B, Max heard his voice as we arrived at the base of the hill and barked–to which I sad “he totally heard you talk, you with the instantly recognizable voice”–and was proven correct by the yellow Lab torpedo that came out at us halfway up the hill.  He’s a pretty awesome dog, all in all.

While we were there, Michael kept telling Max how much smarter and less slobbery he was compared to my parents’ dog Murphy, who will turn 10 in March.  Michael’s first encounter with Murphy was a few months after we picked him up over that Memorial Day weekend, when he was still technically a puppy, and he came over to work on an AP English project.  Long story short–he came in, Murphy got really excited, and they literally met eye-to-eye when Murphy flung himself into Michael’s arms.  It was pretty fucking hilarious at the time, and the image remains so to this day.

So let me give you some puppeh porn, in the vein of I Can Haz Cheezburger–well, in the actual spirit of the site, as I generated some LOLDog images of both Max and Murphy.

First, I offer the latter, as he is not into getting his picture taken:


And to be fair, one of my favorite Max pictures from our vacation–Diana called up to us and informed us that MIchael’s preferred patio seat had been “taken”:


Some unadulturated pictures after the jump: (more…)

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