Friday, September 2, 2011

Finders Keepers

I found it. FINALLY.

Really, it's true.

What is "it", you ask?

Why, this:
Beecher's "World's Best" Mac & Cheese

I could have eaten it with a giant wooden spoon, as pictured above.

To further explain, I've been on a quest to find my mac & cheese. No, that's not code for anything. It just means a mighty macaroni & cheese recipe. The one that I can turn to for a guilty pleasure or a cozy dinner party. It will impress yet comfort. It will taste even better reheated. It will not be low fat.
Along my journey, I've broiled tomatoes, roasted garlic, rendered pancetta, fried onions, baked croutons, tried every permutation of cheese, and I've rouxed and rouxed and rouxed...and they've all been right on, just not the right one.

The Waverly Inn recipe came close with its addition of white truffle oil, but I felt like my soul mate mac was still out there...somewhere...

Then came Beecher's.
Or rather, an introduction to Beecher's via a special someone who had frequented the Pike Place Market home base and whispered in my ear that this may be a like of Lucy.
Before I was able to plan a trip to Seattle, a New York branch appeared in the Flatiron District. What luck!
I ventured to the shop pre-Hurricane Irene, hoping to gather enough curds & whey to weather the storm.

It was hard not to linger and taste...
And not only cheese...
Mmmm...beer...

But, back to mac & cheese!
This really is the mac & cheese for me. Nothing to slave over. The penne gives it a rustic feel and surprisingly, it doesn't veer far from the classic recipe except some chipotle chili powder. But, the trick? Really, really, really, fantastic well crafted cheese, such as Beecher's

Here's the golden recipe:
Beecher’s World’s Best Mac and Cheese
Serves ten
Ingredients

12 oz. good-quality penne pasta
4 tbsp. butter
1/3 c. flour
3 c. milk
14 oz. Beecher’s Flagship Cheese, grated
2 oz. Monterey Jack, grated
½-1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. chipotle chile powder
½ tsp. garlic powder

1. Preheat oven to 350°. Grease a 9-by-13-inch glass baking dish and set aside.
2. Bring a large pot of water to a boil over high heat. Cook penne for 2 minutes less than recommended on the package. Rinse in cold water; set aside. Pasta should still have a slight crunch.
3. Melt butter in a heavy-bottomed saucepan over medium heat; whisk in flour. Continue whisking and cooking for 2 minutes.
4. Slowly add milk, whisking constantly until sauce has thickened (about 10 minutes). Remove from heat.
5. Add cheeses (reserve 2 ounces to top final dish), salt to taste, half of the chile powder, and all of the garlic powder. Stir until cheese has melted and all ingredients are well incorporated (about 3 minutes).
6. In a medium bowl, mix together cooked pasta and sauce gently but thoroughly. Pour pasta into prepared baking dish; sprinkle with remaining cheese and chile powder.
7. Bake uncovered for 20 minutes. Let stand 5 minutes before serving.

I was a little heavy handed with the chili pepper (to my liking) and added a good microplaning of pecorino romano at the end, but other than those additions, I just stuck to the goods. And boy oh boy was it gooooooood.

My only request is that if you bake up a batch, you invite me over.
Deal?

Friday in the City

You know it's street cleaning day when...
Everybody to the right!

Now that's what I call double parking.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

20 Blocks

My ward for the weekend:

Headed south. Is it strange that whenever I see the Empire Hotel I always think of the MTV Legally Blonde casting show?

NYC Saturdays always involve dogs, brunch, and inappropriate cell phone usage:

I stopped into West Elm to say hello to my favorite CHAIR. Hi chair!

Columbus Circle has changed so much since I moved here. My little girl is all grown up...

Where I learned that THIS dress will blow straight up when crossing a particularly strong wind tunnel:

Tourist giveaway = white tennies:

What do you want to bet they are headed to the M&M store?

OK, who brought the bubbles?

Ah, discounted theater. In hopes of seeing my friend who is working at TKTS (found her later!):

I know the cabbies hate it, but I adore the Times Square green space:

Suckage. Sorry, lady!

Yay! Good shmacting!

Once every blue moon, three specific neon letter lights go out to humorous results:

What's a New York Saturday afternoon without a little Scientology protest? P.S. The protesters had built a beach. I was this close to joining the chanting if only to get a moment in the sand.

Heading home, pounding on top of a decades worth of gum:

That stretch of 20 blocks smells of pretzels, urine, new sneakers, paper, Jamba Juice, tar, exhaust fumes, Bath & Bodyworks lotions, sawdust, and hot dogs. Eau de New York.


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Terra Firma

We didn't exactly have firm ground this afternoon on the East Coast, but besides the shake, rattle, & rolling, there was a deliciously crisp hint in the air, otherwise known as fall.

With the earth resettled, it's time to do some walking...in these...

I can feel my GPA rising:

Patent leather equals polish:

A great transition from late summer to fall.

Intrigued by the appearance of velvet this season. It sort of reminds me of Christmas cards circa 1988, but I still am loving it:

especially paired with colored tights:

And what's fall without a comfortable pair of boots to wear with anything:

The zip I get from the seasons changing is always invigorating, but I'm not done with summer just yet...even if I wake up to snowflakes tomorrow morning, I will be giving a full two blog weeks to picnics, lakes, tank tops and sunblock!

Monday, August 22, 2011

The Man

I went to college as a musical theatre major (yes, that exists) not knowing who Stephen Sondheim was.

I was quickly "schooled" by my more versed (literally) peers.

How foolish I was!

I've been coveting this book since publication:

Now it's all mine. Time to expand my knowledge. Freshman LuRuSo would be so proud. So would Paul Simon: New York Times Book Review

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Batdog

I just ordered this costume for my dog:

It was free.

He'll never forgive me.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Issue

What did I find contorted into my teeny mailbox today?

Why, this weighty tome:

I think it weighs more than my dog...

Also reminded me how much I loved/love this documentary:

Of course, the real star of that movie for me is Grace Coddington, the creative director of Vogue, who has an artistic eye like no other and a straightforward, passionate attitude. Others scream at the sight of Daniel Radcliffe, or go weak in the knees when Scarlett Johansson passes them in the West Village, but when I stood next to Grace Coddington in a pet food store on W 23rd and she oohed and aahed over Bryndal, I thought my life story might have been told.

See you in September!