Good morning. The guests are gone, let’s hope, and the house brought back to order after Thursday’s feast and a couple more epic meals behind it. You’ve consumed enough butter, starch and sugar to consider bearlike hibernation for the next week. This is not a day for fricassee. But would you consider this ginger-scallion steamed…
Hello, and happy Saturday After Thanksgiving! By now you’ve probably exhausted our collection of excellent Thanksgiving leftovers recipes, shredding the remaining white meat for a turkey potpie or, for something lighter yet fully restorative, Melissa Clark’s new turkey, farro and chickpea soup. So it’s time to turn our attention to the best part of the…
By Thanksgiving week, every surface of Marva Adams-Miller’s Brooklyn home is crowded with bags of flour and brown sugar, bottles of spices and dried fruits soaking in buckets of liquor. Ms. Adams-Miller is one of an elite group baking Caribbean black cake in late fall and the Christmas holiday season and turning cultural need into…
Whenever I decide to cook straight from the pantry, one of two things usually results: pasta or beans. No matter how fetchingly the other long-term tenants of the larder beckon (I see you, tinned fish! Hiya, eggs!), I lean on pasta and beans most for last-minute meals. They are the two ingredients that everyone in…
For a cool-weather meal that feeds a crowd, consider a braise. Slow simmered and deeply flavored, it has a number of attractive qualities. For one thing, it benefits from steeping in its own juices; cooking it several hours ahead of serving, even a day before, is ideal. The flavors intensify, mature, strengthen. The best braising…
Good morning. How’d it go? I’m hoping really well, for the lot of us: beautifully cooked turkeys and plentiful side dishes, everyone reasonably happy, excellent pies. I hope no one got weird. Today’s for leftovers. Pableaux Johnson, the New Orleans photographer and raconteur, is a master of the form. He drives through the wards of…
Maybe you’ve pulled yourself away to scroll through Instagram or check your email or revel in an ephemeral moment of peace and quiet amid the holiday chaos. Or perhaps it’s Friday when you’re reading this, and you haven’t known silence since at least Tuesday afternoon. Wherever you are, whenever it is, I hope you have,…
As a local, I ought to hate anything in New York that draws a crowd. In theory, this includes the tree at Rockefeller Center. Once the tree’s lights are switched on — this year, that first happens Wednesday night, just before 10 p.m. — the plaza becomes an unholy gridlocked mob of sightseers, shoppers and…
As a local, I ought to hate anything in New York that draws a crowd. In theory, this includes the tree at Rockefeller Center. Once the tree’s lights are switched on — this year, that first happens Wednesday night, just before 10 p.m. — the plaza becomes an unholy gridlocked mob of sightseers, shoppers and…
There are myriad ways to ape haute Milanese chic. Some involve cashmere, others a haughty froideur. But a more accessible route is to purchase a box of marrons glacés — a classic European sweet, also called candied chestnuts — from Giovanni Galli 1911, a longtime confectioner that still produces the seasonal delicacies by hand. Its…