So I figured it was finally time to devote an entire post to (as you probably already guessed), Bacon!
I’m starting with one of my favorite commercials of all time, it still cracks me up every time I see it.
Of course the love of bacon can go far beyond a typical breakfast accompaniment. . .
For years I hated, hated avocados. I thought they were gross, slimy and terrible tasting. Then, I went to college, grew up (just a little) and being a mature food-loving adult, gave them another shot. I loved them. I was angry with myself for missing out on years of guacamole, how could I have done that?! The only acceptable solution is to devote this post to a really quick and easy recipe for my dear new friend.
Tartine Bakery. I went in April while in San Fransisco with my best friend. I went again earlier this month while visiting Silicon Valley. I own the cookbook. I love it. (well I love the bakery…some of the items in the cookbook are complicated and/or require making multiple items, which I don’t usually have time for).
Julian Kreusser is 5, and I have no doubt he can cook better than I can. Plus he says super cute things like, “this time I don’t want you to help me, ok mamma” and “now that we have the food processor, I don’t have to use a knife.”
Are delicious.
No, I’m not going to end my post there (although I could). They are relatively simple to make and are great to eat on their own or with a beverage. The first time I made them, I dunked them in my coffee. They are after all the perfect dunking cookie; long enough to put in the mug and durable enough they won’t fall apart in your coffee. This of course, made my mom a bit nostalgic because her father used to do the same thing. I never met my grandfather, I’ve been told we would have gotten along like two peas in a pod.
During the semester, I actually had to answer the question, “who would you choose to have lunch with, dead or alive” during my communication class. I knew immediately the answer was my grandfather, after 24 years of hearing stories, there really wasn’t anyone else I could think of (although as I write this, I can hear my grandmother totally yelling at me for not picking her, partially because she loved to lunch).
I never really thought of where we would go to lunch since the question really focused on the “who,” not there “where.” A couple of weeks ago while in my old NYC neighborhood, Hell’s Kitchen, I made a pit stop at Bis. Co. Latte. I didn’t discover this little nook until just before I moved (regrettably so because I love it) but I’ve visited it almost every time I’ve been back. There are tons of biscotti and great Illy coffee (my Italian grandfather would most definitely approve). Holly (the owner) even created some fun seasonal biscotti with candy canes baked in (I’m bummed I’ve eaten all the ones I bought). The summer months are also welcomed with gelato, how can one go wrong? The place is cozy and a great place to spend a lazy Sunday (see tweet circa October)
Most definitely the perfect place to enjoy a late afternoon coffee and biscotti with my grandfather.
