Peter just sent me this fantastic photo essay on eGullet that shows proof of why I was right to mock that guy for wanting to eat Tavern on the Green.
Tag: lambs
Anginares up the wazoo
Anginares sounds like a medical condition, but it's just the Greek word for artichokes, which I sampled in spades last week.
Of beans and bread, and cardoons
So I availed myself of two semi-gourmet treats that my local, non-gourmet produce stand stocks every spring: cardoons and cranberry beans.
Hide the Salami…the Photos!
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Hide the Salami–the Turks Are Coming!
That was the official name of the wedding party Peter and Amy threw for Amy's friend Martha and her newly betrothed, Hakan. We never really ascertained whether the Turks got the whole joke, but none of them seemed offended that we were fixated on their not eating pork.
A teaser…
Oh yeah--there was another lamb roast over the weekend.
Reader, I did not marry him.
Last week I'm on the Chinatown bus from DC to NYC, and this guy starts chatting me up. My flimsy magazine is not barrier enough to conversation.
If It’s Worth Doing, It’s Worth Overdoing, or It Takes a Village to Roast a Pig (and a Lamb)
Who knew roasting a whole pig--plus a whole lamb, just for the heck of it--could be so easy? Well, aside from the creeping anxiety of spectacular failure beforehand, and the running around collecting weird bits of metal, and the blinding, acrid mesquite smoke the night of...it was pretty easy.