I ate lunch at the bar of Gramercy Tavern yesterday. A pinot noir from Oregon. A delicate vegetable stew of young ramps and perky asparagus tips. Parmesan crisps. Parsley puree. Garlic bread. It was so flavorful, salty without ever being described as much, that I wanted to rush home and replicate it. Perfectly aldente turnips (totally underrated). Petite carrots, tender but still in need of a knife, not the edge of a fork, to manage them. It kinda makes a girl long for a cooking day with a fancy Artisan Publishing book. French Laundry. Bouchon. Tough call. I’m working on soup stocks when I return home.
For now though, I’m off to Bloomingdale’s for a blowout nearby followed by their plain yogurt. It’s a stop I never miss when I’m in NY. I leave later today for LA and wonder how well a Lady M cake will travel this time. Too bad 40 carrots yogurt melts. OMG, you know what would be so good? Making large-pearl tapioca with the melted plain yogurt from Bloomies! Stir in some passionfruit puree. Done and done. I’ve totally eaten my way through NY. I mean, a girl has to get in a white slice of pizza before she goes, right?