Four of us were tucked into a corner of The Red Hen, a popular restaurant in D.C.right now, at a table our friends Leanna and Drew reserved a month ago. The menu was concise but everything sounded tempting, so we turned to our server for guidance. With no hesitation, she said the rigatoni was the best thing on the menu. Two bottles of wine, two starters, five entrees, one dessert, and four after-dinner coffees later, we all seemed to agree that, yes, the rigatoni was the best. The rigatoni came with a fennel sausage ragù and is the kind of meal you want to eat, always.
In that picture, the rigatoni is up on the left. You can tell because there are two forks digging in to that bowl. After our server made such a declaration, who would be the one to order the rigatoni? Instead, the four of us ordered our own entrees, and we asked for one order of rigatoni for the table.
This is not to say we didn’t love the rest of the meal. There was a lot to love.
To start, we ordered the beef tongue with crispy potato rosti. I’ve eaten tongue before, but never before has it melted in my mouth. The meat was so tender I would not have guessed it was tongue. And it came with chimichurri placed against horseradish cream — a surprising and awesome combination.
We tried orange wine. We shared ricotta crostini with brown butter and truffle honey (delicious, but comes with a surprisingly thin layer of ricotta; you say whipped ricotta, I’m thinking a lofty spread of cheese). We capped off the dinner with bread pudding, four spoons, and espressos for Leanna and me, and coffees for Danny and Drew. Full bellies. Happy hearts.
MONDAY. Hope you all had a great weekend celebrating mom and, well, doing your best weekending. Danny’s mom, Kathy, stayed with us this weekend so we brunched and tried a few new-to-us restaurants that I believe are going to become new favorites. I did not do much cooking. I have a saucy chicken dinner that will be making the weeknight and small dinner party rounds at our house coming to a post near you, but til then, I have some links to share with you.
The question to ask before getting married: At the end of the day, marriage is about asking, “Who do you want to sit next to on the couch?” There is so much time on the couch. Who do you want to be next to when you’re sick or feeling down or just want to watch bad reality TV? If you can find that person, then you’ve found something worth hanging on to.
(4) The best way to store fresh herbs is important information that I’m always wondering about when grabbing a bunch of parsley or rosemary. Now I know why that basil I placed in a jar wilted so quickly! Thanks, Serious Eats, for taking the guesswork out of this.
(5) My Abuelita (pictured above) schooling us on how to work a bar at wedding. Her tip this wedding season? Order a drink for each hand.
I was especially excited about my vision for the cover photo: a moody and sorta sexy cauliflower. The whole point of the story was that cauliflower was having its moment. This versatile vegetable was no bland wallflower anymore, and I wanted the cover photo to convey that. I loved the nearly black and white contrast and the focus on the cauli, especially with recipes that roast the vegetable whole becoming so popular. And of course, I loved the Times’s design and type for the headline. I’m so glad SND loved it, too!
Renee, who blogs over at Will Frolic for Food, came up with the awesome idea to host a blogger potluck with recipes celebrating edible flowers. The flower party is happening today! And I, who love love love anything with flowers, was totally in from the first email.
With thoughts of chamomile, lavender, and lilac sugar doughnuts on my mind, I ended up landing on roses when I spotted a bouquet of just barely pink ones. I’ve been so caught up in ubiquitous peonies, daffodils, and hydrangeas lately, I’d forgotten how alluring and beautiful classic roses are, too. Dried rose petals were already in my pantry and this was a perfect opportunity to finally use them.
St. Pete has been sunny, breezy and all kinds of gorgeous lately with winds swirling the heady scent of jasmine into the air every time I walk to the park or sit on our front porch. It became clear pretty quickly that what I need to make was a bright and fizzy cocktail to sip outside.
Of course this pretty little cocktail had to be pink to match the roses. Since rhubarb has unfortunately not hit any of my grocery stores yet, I went with on-sale raspberries for a Raspberry Rose Fizz. The rose water syrup is concentrated and combines the sweet, tart, and floral elements needed for this drink in one step. The recipe makes a lot so you can serve a crowd or be halfway to springtime cocktails all week.