it's wet wet wet, and we are sick sick sick, so time for some chicken soup.
a whole chicken here, three pounds or so, in your biggest stock pot, and covered in cold water (about 1 1/2 gallons). bring to a boil. the cold water will help to draw out the impurities, so skim well, and let simmer for about an hour. pull out your bird, remove the breasts, and plop her back with the usual suspects:
an onion, halved (or leeks)
a carrot or two
celery (i've used a fennel bulb when i forgot to buy the celery)
a head of garlic halved but unpeeled
ginger if you'd like
a bay leaf
some thyme sprigs
a bunch of parsley
a tbsp of whole peppercorns
simmer the lot, barely bubbling, for about four hours.
strain, chill your stock overnight if you have the patience, and remove the layer of fat in the morning.
when you're ready for your soup, make a kind of soffrito, gently sauteing diced onion, celery and carrot until sweet, then adding the stock. once it's boiling add noodles. if you didn't eat the breasts for dinner (with a little salsa verde, thank you alice waters) shred and add at the end, to heat through, with maybe some chopped parsley.
(here i added slivers of swiss chard, perhaps an abomination, but delicious nonetheless.)
it's kind of universal, but i thought i'd share anyways.
your beautiful stripes inspired me to add some stars as in dining under them... "For starters, you're dropped right into the middle of a field, garden or row of corn and seated at a gigantic, 100-person table complete with white linens and formal service." how amazing does that sound? and speaking of farms, i just had lunch with a friend who is leaving nyc after 8 years and heading back to her family in India. she is then going to work on an organic farm in Sweden for the summer through this organization. would love to do this with you one day.
did i ever show you what i got for xmas from the king of bushwick? isn't it the most beautiful thing ever? i can't wait to serve you tea from it when you come visit nyc. (which i hope is one day soon) i head back there next week.
o x lady jay
p.s. i have the hugest craving for that pasta wish i could of been there with you.
baroness. i am always impressed you have mastered many of these recipes as i slowly try to wrap my head around them thinking they are more complicated then they actually are. last night made the saffron chicken dish with parmesan pudding. okay...that pudding is nuts! so yummy...a perfect side. o x heiress
3 tablespoons unsalted butter 1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons of all purpose flour 1 3/4 cups whole milk (or low fat milk works great too) 2/3 cup heavy cream 1 extra-large egg 1 extra-large egg yolk 1 1/4 cups grated Parmigiano-Reggiano Kosher salt Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
Heat a medium pot over medium heat for 1 minute. Add the butter, and when it foams, whisk in the flour, 1 tablespoon at a time, and cook for about 5 minutes, being careful not to let the flour burn. Slowly pour in the milk and cream, whisking constantly to incorporate it. The butter and flour will sieze up and get pasty first. Continue whisking vigorously as you add the liquid, and the mixture will become smooth. Cook a few more minutes, until warm to the touch. Remove the pan from the heat.
Whisk the egg and egg yolk together in a small bowl. Slowly drizzle the eggs into the cream mixture, whisking continuously until combined. Stir in the cheese, and seaon with a heaping 1/2 teaspoon salt. Pour the mixture into an 8x6-inch (or equivalent) baking dish, and cover tightly with foil. Place the baking dish in a roasting pan, and add hot water tot he pan until it comes halfway up the outside of the custard dish. Place the pan in the oven and bake about 1 hour, until the pudding is just set.
sahara of the springs i was going to post pictures of palm trees and desert mountains or federer and nadal but thought b o r i n g... instead i found this tear from an old ny times magazine that i kept because of this lovely watercolour feathery style font. maybe time to take out your brushes and paper again? o x type ho
dahlink. in PS at the moment watching some fine tennis and thrifting... thought you would adore this stove unit in our rental place as much as i do and the controls are off to the side on the wall more from PS in a minute... o x j-ness p.s can we go to ping's when i come to vancouver next? looks delicious!
tams treated me to a manipedi the other day, followed by a quick bite at ping's - japanese "yoshoku" from joshua, formerly of the modern club (!!!!!!!). no okonomiyaki (or haru), but the kinpira was all that it could be, and the atmosphere at 5 pm quite calming and lovely.
pics from fmed's review on chowhound (and more of their delicious pics here) (why oh why don't i carry my camera with me everywhere?)
am in a dusty kind of mood today and thought you might appreciate this music video. just her sitting in a colorful dress on a big light inside that crazy cube frame...the quaint hand gestures...all so simple and good.
that is a very handsome piece of jewellery baronessa!
and more heart love for our new banner. thank you! makes one think spring is in the air. and with spring comes showers so why not a cloud umbrella to help you stay dry? created by dutch designer Joonsoo Kim and found via swiss miss. i think it's a vancouver accessory must!
ox bubbles below
p.s. that diamond necklace is in your package i have been meaning to send for the last month...will post this week i promise.
Beautiful jewels! Besides diamonds and enamel, I always love a good piece of mechanical jewellery - rocks that do stuff. This one caught my eye recently:
"A diabolical design inspired by true love. The 14k gold dagger is attached with a 14k chain and can be worn either dangling below or piercing the solid silver human heart. Heart hangs on an 18" silver figaro chain. made in brooklyn...with love."
have never heard of ms. crespi but what a wonderful character and her pieces are divine. especially love that she met her very rich italian husband on the tennis courts and is now searching for truth and infinity with a guru in india. how glamourous is she?
there's something about her architectural disco aesthetic i love -
elliptical brass coffee tables and plexiglas obelisks, matched here by a faded italian villa - and her multiple re-inventions seem downright contemporary:
...designer, artist, manufacturer, marketing genius, glamorous socialite and, since 1987, ardent follower of shri muniraji, an indian guru ... high in the himalayas, seeking satya (truth), unity and a feeling of infinity.
above dresses by threeasfour phillip lim chanel caroline herrara
baroness, a friend of ours is getting married and asked if i had seen any great dresses out there and i had to admit that i don't keep up on what's new in wedding dresses but could research a bit to find things outside the box for her. here's few a of those findings and a surprisingly affordable few here like the tulle cascade or gracie gown. don't get any ideas.... ox billy
sahara, remember how we used to write letters? the fine paper, colourful stamps and your beautiful penmanship? as much as i love the immediacy of our blog life, i do miss the letters that used to greet me at the front door filled your words and musings about life in vancouver. my new worlds (nyc and LA) are wonderful though never seem quite complete without you nearby to go thrifting, eat noodles and scheme about our latest creative pursuit. i just noticed that we have been writing to each other via this blog for just over a year now, so i wanted to say happy 1st year baronessa! and i'm not sure who is following this out there in the blogosphere, but post a comment and say hello or you can send us an email too if you are feeling shy - email@example.com o x j o w p.s still adore the first posting by you of all the book covers.
tramp. who knew that my favourite little gift store in new york is doing clothing and accessories as well? it's true, you learn something new everyday. and i had never heard of sister corita so am happy you shared her. will go see her exhibit next week. glad you're back...was starting to feel like i was dancing with myself. o x no lady