Oh man, I am so, so pissed. Can you see it? Look closer. Right there, near the center, but slightly down and to the right. The smudge, the slightly blurry smudge marring every. single. one. of my photos. I’m like to scream. At first, I thought I was just going blind-12 hours a day on the computer will do that to a girl. But then I realized that it was true, that evil little smudge was real and not even one of my photos escaped its greasy grip. So I guess c’est la vie; things cannot always be perfect. I still have to tell you about this food. Let’s move on.
It seems I spoke too soon. Earlier this week our gorgeous, 70-degree weather gave way to several stereotypical, chilling March days. That’s okay though, I have no room to complain about our oddly warm winter and our strikingly warm spring. If March feels like being itself for a few days, it’ll just serve to remind us how lucky we’ve been to this point. And it will also give us an opportunity to revisit some slightly more warming food, before it’s really gone for the season.
This soup will make you sweat. Don’t get me wrong, it’s in the best possible way, but oof, if you’re not careful, those chipotles will getcha!
This chicken has been on my to-do list for years. It’s legendary, like the beef cheek ravioli at Babbo or the Loch Ness Monster. The Zuni Cafe Roasted Chicken. Now, I’ve never been to Zuni Cafe in San Francisco, but I do read blogs—lots of them—and I read food mags—all of them—and a couple of years back, this chicken was EVERYwhere. So why did it take me so long? Honestly, I’m not sure…other, more striking recipes got in the way I guess. This plain ol’ chicken didn’t stand a chance.
How was your 4th of July? I hope it was as filled with grilling and pool time and cocktails and lazy-bones as mine was. Oh man, 5 days of nothingness was exactly what I needed mid-summer: five days of family and relaxing and going to bed early and getting up early and tanning and reading and eating, eating, eating. Well, maybe I didn’t need the eating, eating, eating part, but I did it anyways-would you expect anything less?
Well, it looks like we all made it through the weekend without being raptured. Thank goodness, I would have missed you (when YOU got raptured, not me…you’re funny), I really would have. Also, it would have cut the rhubarb season in half and that would have been a shame.