Parties

For the record, for the next time I make one of these little fuckers, though I can’t imagine when I’d feel magnanimous enough to do that again, here’s what we did:
4X Saveur mag pate a choux recipe: yielded about 210 1.5-inch puffs total
3X Saveur mag pastry cream recipe, and then oh duh, of course we [...]

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Last weekend was spent not averting what I was afraid would be a total disaster, on both personal and culinary levels. By which I really mean there was no disaster, but not through any action on my part.
It was Deb and Joel’s wedding, and three weeks prior, they were still finalizing their self-catered [...]

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Ah, the gore is just starting to trickle in… Another pic from Adriana’s Eid Adventure–here’s her friend, who I also knew in Cairo, aaaages ago. She’s so grown-up! And she looks so happy. There’s something really inspiring about a whole dead lamb…

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While we’re waiting for Adriana to send more pictures of the Eid lamb butchering in Fes, blood-and-gore fans can appreciate the work that goes into dressing a deer, through Peter’s pics from Maryland.

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After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it’s true. But boring.
OK, we strung up a huge hunk of meat, flame-broiled that baby, danced like beasts, and went home [...]

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Adriana took this at the Eid party. She says she has more involving organ meats, but this is totally adorable. Look how psyched they are. (Is that a tampon machine on the wall behind the fridge?)

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I was going to say I’ve had a lack of recent food adventures because I was thinking of the gross cheese sandwich with that Italian mushroom pesto and a small handful of my roommate’s five-cheez Italiano blend dairy product (sorry, Aaron, it wasn’t much), but then I also remembered the fabulously heartwarming return-to-NYC fried-chicken [...]

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Last night was Sunday and Peter’s birthday–a double call for dinner. Tamara’s sharp invitation to dinner at Peter’s new apartment (housewarming too: make that a triple call for dinner) reminded us it was his Christ year, and that the birthday boy should be affectionately referred to as “you fucking fag.” (Wait, I thought [...]

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In a city of 8 million, it’s hard to feel like you’re ever doing something unique or remarkable. But I do think I was the only person in NYC carrying a cast-iron skillet home in my bike bag at 1 am on Sunday night.
I’d just been at Tamara’s, where we had been revisiting the [...]

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The squeamish (Jeff?) might want to skip the last two pics, which involve the lamb head. It’s kind of an abrupt transition from pic 11 to pic 12 if you’re in slideshow mode.

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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.
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Oh yeah–there was another lamb roast over the weekend. As soon as I regain my appetite, I’ll get to the details. In the meantime, I’m going ascetic with a diet of miso broth for the next few days. Months of steady gluttony are finally beginning to take their toll.

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More shots of the great New Year’s roasting roundup, at Snapfish. Highlights: the exciting buildup to the blessed event, including construction of the croquembouche, in funny hats.
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