Usually, my New York life is a flurry of overcrowded subways, and long work days, and glasses of rosé on the couch; too much shopping, and empty bank accounts, and delivery sushi; tv watching, and sweaty apartments, and nights with my cats. But sometimes, my New York life is a little more spectacular. Sometimes I’m reminded where I live. Sometimes it’s more like this:
This beautiful thing was a part of our Superbowl spread. Not exactly your traditional rotel and little smokies, but come on, did you expect any different? We classy. Sometimes.
Potatoes. Blue cheese. Egg custard. Rosemary. Butter crust. Does it get any better than this? (Hint: no) I threw this gorgeous little thing together for a potluck on Sunday. I’ve had it bookmarked over on Smitten Kitchen since she posted it and it was just as good as I thought it was going to be. But again, if you look at the ingredients, it’s kind of a no-brainer, right?