First, Sushi.
After more than a year of torture, I've had my first positive sushi experience since moving to the UK. Taro on Brewer St. was one of those places where you really enjoy your food (and the incredibly generous portions, btw), but you still look over at everyone else's tables and wish you order that, too. We did bento this time around and will definitely go back for one of their steaming, massive bowls of ramen soon.
Photo courtesy of Route79.
Second, Tiffany.
My reward for surviving Selfridges on the Saturday before Christmas appeared under my nose in the form of a mini cupcake on a silver tray as we muscled our way toward the exit.
That's a cupcake. In Tiffany colors. With fresh lemon zest in the icing.
Finally, History.
For those of you who read about our Thanksgiving Feast for Two, you got a bit of my culinary back-story. When I wrote about the origins of my family's Pumpkin Pie recipe, I didn't have any pictures to-hand of my fabulous grandparents gallivanting up and down the East Coast during their newly-wedded years. But NOW, since I begged my father to scan pictures so that I could submit them to the New York Times in honor of my grandfather, I now have a hi-res, digital copy of their 1940s fabulosity. Here they are in the snow on Bromley Mountain in Vermont (where they worked winters preparing and serving food to the rich and famous vacationers), posing for a newspaper in borrowed ski gear. I just couldn't love them more.
Margaret 'Sis' Wells Menzies and John 'Jack' Cameron Menzies
And, just because it's THE CUTEST thing in the world, here's my grandfather as a little boy holding a chicken.
Now for popcorn and Love Actually.
Them high-waisted trousers on Mamen give her a distinct Katherine Hepburn vibe.
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