In Serve it Forth, MFK Fisher wrote about heating her clementine slices on the radiator for hours in her flat in the Rhine until they got "plump and full." I always think of her when I have clementines.
I, too, loved the dinner party article. For most of my adult life dinner parties terrified me. Once a good friend told me, when my husband the excellent home cook, was still alive, “everyone would kill to be invited to your house for dinner.” I was flabbergasted.
Fast forward to post-COVID times. I now live in a cozy beach cottage with a beautiful sun room/dining porch. I love sharing meals there with friends and family.
This month a member of the theology class I lead asked us to share an epiphany that occurred in 2023. And I realized that I like to entertain! What a surprise.
In that spirit, I say here’s to more dinner parties and culinary adventures inspired by La Briffe in 2024.
Pan-Warmed slices of naval oranges in olive oil, dash of salt & sprinkle of oregano. Drizzle with more olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Serve. My Italian grandfather’s favorite
I love your dinner party angst article. I agree that sometimes it's not about serving an impressive spread. The most enjoyable dinners I've hosted have often been spontaneous pizza parties with everyone pitching in to shape the dough, grate cheese, and top the pizzas. Your story of your Brazilian dish loaded with a foul tasting oil cracked me up and also makes me think--what's the worst thing that could happen if I have a kitchen disaster? Entertainment, I hope!
Hey, ladies, might one of you or your minions retest this with "today's" clementines? No longer do I find clementines to be "hard and miserable." My experience is clementines today are dainty, soft and tender --- so much so that I doubt their fragility will work in your recipe. Now if you, Ruth, and your Calif cohorts are talking about what you scavenge beneath somebody's long-forgotten old tree in an old 'hood that hasn't been bulldozed for a cul-de-sac of McMansions, perhaps then your recipe might be an apt solution for these "windfalls" (as my mother called such fruit she took me to help her glean from ancient Iowa orchards). Comment from an unintentional (and somewhat ancient) curmudgeon -).
In Serve it Forth, MFK Fisher wrote about heating her clementine slices on the radiator for hours in her flat in the Rhine until they got "plump and full." I always think of her when I have clementines.
I, too, loved the dinner party article. For most of my adult life dinner parties terrified me. Once a good friend told me, when my husband the excellent home cook, was still alive, “everyone would kill to be invited to your house for dinner.” I was flabbergasted.
Fast forward to post-COVID times. I now live in a cozy beach cottage with a beautiful sun room/dining porch. I love sharing meals there with friends and family.
This month a member of the theology class I lead asked us to share an epiphany that occurred in 2023. And I realized that I like to entertain! What a surprise.
In that spirit, I say here’s to more dinner parties and culinary adventures inspired by La Briffe in 2024.
Pan-Warmed slices of naval oranges in olive oil, dash of salt & sprinkle of oregano. Drizzle with more olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Serve. My Italian grandfather’s favorite
I love your dinner party angst article. I agree that sometimes it's not about serving an impressive spread. The most enjoyable dinners I've hosted have often been spontaneous pizza parties with everyone pitching in to shape the dough, grate cheese, and top the pizzas. Your story of your Brazilian dish loaded with a foul tasting oil cracked me up and also makes me think--what's the worst thing that could happen if I have a kitchen disaster? Entertainment, I hope!
Hey, ladies, might one of you or your minions retest this with "today's" clementines? No longer do I find clementines to be "hard and miserable." My experience is clementines today are dainty, soft and tender --- so much so that I doubt their fragility will work in your recipe. Now if you, Ruth, and your Calif cohorts are talking about what you scavenge beneath somebody's long-forgotten old tree in an old 'hood that hasn't been bulldozed for a cul-de-sac of McMansions, perhaps then your recipe might be an apt solution for these "windfalls" (as my mother called such fruit she took me to help her glean from ancient Iowa orchards). Comment from an unintentional (and somewhat ancient) curmudgeon -).
Wonderful recipe for the clementines! I must try it.