Ebenezer’s near Union Station, a Wednesday morning at 9 a.m.*
Population: Between 15 and 30
I have a vanilla, soy, no-foam cappuccino…
I have a mocha latte….
Bacon, egg and cheese sandwich?
Iced, mocha lavender latte?
Iced coconut latte?
I had a chamomile tea?
I have a large, iced, mocha caramel custard latte…
Large iced caramel custard on the bar!
I have a sesame bagel toasted with cream cheese!
Have a great day!
It was just a moment to break your life
We’re heading out to New England this afternoon
I have a medium half-caf…
Medium caramel whip…
What’s the wifi password?
I have a second dirty chai…
Small black eye?
Small red eye?
*Full disclosure: I had a medium americano and banana bread from home. The coffee is very good, but I can’t speak for the mocha caramel custard latte whips.
It’s Bastille Day! The 1789 day French civilians and others stormed the Bastille and it freaked everyone out, even though there were only seven prisoners and more rioters were killed than anyone else. Vive la revolution!
I celebrated this historic day by making a very non-French quiche and eating it with a bunch of French speakers outside of Fort McHenry. I didn’t have enough time to make the pastry dough from scratch (though apparently I am one of very few women who even attempt one), and I turned up my nose at the idea of adding beans to my pie crust while toasting it, because I’d never done it before.
On the right, first not-so-great attempt.
Pride always comes before a fall.
The pie crust turned into a mountain. I convinced myself I could still just pour the filling in, and created an oven disaster that validates Crate and Barrel’s $7 pie weight, though from now on I’ll just be sticking with reused dried peas or clean pebbles, à la français. Attempt two came out cute and clean, though to be perfectly honest both tasted delicious.
I was aiming for a decidedly non-French quiche; a ricotta, arugula and lemon recipe. A quiche typique of ham, cheese, eggs and layered pastry dough always leaves me feeling like a human log, and this was a fantasic and EASY variation.
Even if you do it properly and make the pie crust, it can’t possibly take you more than 20-30 minutes of active work to make, and then all that’s left is to receive compliments from the resident French quiche experts at the picnic.
Posted in Baking, Cheese, Cooking, Eating, France
Tagged 14 juillet, baking, bastille day, cooking, easy, france, holiday, lemon, light, quiche, ricotta
Cairo last Tuesday was so smoggy that buildings on the other side of the Nile were blurry by 9 a.m. On Wednesday night the White Desert, nearly 250 miles southwest of the capital, was nothing but cool sand, flowing black sky dotted with stars, and silence.
A popular trip out of Cairo is overnight tours of the white and black deserts, and we definitely needed more nature in our vacation. It was only one night tent-less under the open sky with two guides from nearby Bahariya, but it turned out to be one of the more thrilling parts of 10 days in Egypt. The very best part was not hiking or sandboarding, but wandering around the white desert rocks and chatting and laughing in the night around the palm-fed fire.
Posted in breakfast, Drinking, egypt, Travel
Tagged bedouin, desert, drinks, egypt, hot, mint, tea, tour, white desert
I left for Cairo via Amman, Jordan on Friday at noon. Today is Tuesday at 10:00 a.m. and I have had falafel for at least one meal every day since Friday. I am going to die.
Falafel crammed into pockets of poofy, pita-like “aish” bread. Falafel flattened and dotted with sesame seeds, then served with aish. Fried zucchini flowers and vegetables stuffed in aish. Foul, a fava bean spread make with plenty of spices and tucked into, you guessed it, aish. I’ve seen countless men weaving bikes down crowded streets; carrying a 4×5 plastic tray piled with aish on their head.
Baklava, kunafa and basbousa desserts: all phyllo, honey and nuts. Then the real 1-2 punch to my glycemic index: kushari.
With a side of aish, of course.
Posted in Baking, Bread, Eating, egypt, Travel
Tagged cairo, cheap, eating, egypt, food, kushari, noodles, pasta, street food, vegetarian
Before this year, Christmas involved getting to the presents right off the bat, a hurried breakfast while my sisters showered, and running off to grandma and grandpa’s for more of the same. This year, I rolled out of bed at my usual 9:30, padded along the wooden floors in my aunt’s Parisian apartment and started making cinnamon rolls from scratch. What followed was one of the most relaxing and delicious Christmases I’ve ever had. And not a cookie in sight!
Une baguette, but not "une tradiiton."
The stereotype of a French person walking around half the day with a baguette tucked under his or her arm is completely true. There are six boulangeries fewer than 250 meters from my apartment, which means I, like the average French person, had the luxury of choosing one. The French pride themselves on their cooking and their palates, so I consider the process a rite of passage. Continue reading