Home eggs. Thank you for gathering them and bringing them to us, Lizzie. So many possibilities.
Can you taste the golden liquid in which the flan rests?
New York City 2015 in a restaurant which has since closed.
Snowing in Berlin – Easter morning. A wet snow. Cheerful colored eggs hanging on branches remind us it’s Spring. Happy Easter.
Good thing I had a passenger in front seat this morning. I’m calling this post a group guest blog cause it was a team effort!
Maura passed up the good camera from my bag in the back and Anna was able to capture this load of large Easter eggs. Were we ever surprised to be following them down the road!
Fortunately, Anna could get all three eggs as the truck approached the roundabout.
Maura read that they were headed for the Columbus Zoo. And helped me upload the photos from the camera this evening.
Remember Anna’s photo of the pickup truck with the mannequin legs ?
Our first sighting.
Tonight I was thinking what a good week we had in NYC. We ate at Westville on 10th Street.
I guess I had breakfast for lunch. So delicious!
Saw these all lined up on the dining room mantel this afternoon. The light coming in through the stained glass window. I thought it looked serene
What an evening of taste bud surprises! WOW.
We took an evening tram to meet my son’s friends at a café. Because it was the night before the Easter Holiday, every seat was taken. Quite a wait for a table. Everyone celebrating being off the next workday.
Bummer- BUT When the friends arrived they had a discussion for an alternate plan. Wow, did I ever luck out that the café was full. One went to procure a bottle of red.
The first delight was I’s Sour Cherry apéritif which he’d made. At first, I was worried it might burn but my concerns were totally unfounded. In fact, the drink defined summer captured in a slim crystal cylinder. All I can say it the ruby liquid of summer’s sour cherries woke up every taste bud in my mouth. Delicious. Not to sweet, not too tart, zero burn. Perfection!
And then the surprise of M’s creation- Poached egg on fresh bread with the fruitiest most fragrant olive oil drizzle AND the unexpected luxurious truffle on top of the gently poached farm egg. Or “home eggs” as my family refers to them.
I was feeling quite content with all I had eaten. Italian cheese and olives to start and then the Sour Cherry apéritif and the lovely truffle surprise. And then the Wild Asparagus Risotto was ready to eat. Freshly Grated Cheese on top. Oh my. So bold. It was wild! A flavor I’dd never before experienced, created by a culinary expert.
I was happy to meet my son’s friends and be invited into a Zagreb home to experience these tastes and more importantly their friendship and hospitality.
Sretan Uskrs and Hvala for a wonderful evening in Zagreb.
iPhone photos don’t do justice to this dish.
The wild asparagus simmers
Words are inadequate to describe this bold Wild Asparagus Risotto. WOW!