Found in nearly every restaurant, pub and supermarket in Ireland, this bread is lesser known than plain soda bread, but perhaps more delicious. Craggy, rustic, dense and flavorful.
From August to early November, autumn-olive trees around the city are loaded with red currant-like berries, easily identifiable by their silver-stippled skins. In our current issue, Marie Viljoen shares tips for where to find the trees, when to taste the berries and how to turn the sweetly tart fruit into luscious autumn-olive jam.
By now those cute little squash plants in your garden aren’t so little anymore. No matter where you plant them, summer squash has a way of taking over the garden…and your fridge. If you find yourself with more zucchini than you know what to do with (don’t we all?), try this dish from Chef Michael Anthony of Gramercy Tavern.
Crawfish, mudbugs, crawdads, yabbies–whatever you call them, we stuffed ourselves full of the little guys at the Great Pinch Tail, Suck Head event last week. We teamed up with the Brooklyn Brewery and the guys from The Food Experiments for an old-fashioned–and seriously awesome–crawfish boil.
Day lilies are fair game—and fine fare.
When it comes to pigeon and squab, it’s all relative.
Just step inside a supermarket. Sure, the awnings look like any other Met or Key Food, but uptown the dairy cases are carefully curated for Latino clientele, offering a small world of muy autentico Latin American and Caribbean cheeses.
Tonight our sister publication Edible Brooklyn will be co-hosting the sold-out third annual Latke Cook-off at BAM, where 15 chefs and Dori Fern, the talented Edible reader who won the amateur recipe contest, will compete in the contest to crown the greatest Hanukah potato pancake of all. If you’re missing out, don’t worry, you can at least make Fern’s dish, as the Daily News did a preview piece on the event yesterday–scoring not just the recipe for her “Double-Happiness Latkes topped with Five-Spice Duck Confit” but those of a few of her fellow contestants, too.
Deprivation. That is what eating seasonally means. It means that in high summer you do not eat an apple. You walk right on by that crackling green Granny Smith that lurks year round in the grocery store bins. Because it didn’t come from around here. It means that in January you do not buy those stackable plastic boxes of raspberries (sometimes I cheat; I do), and it means that tomatoes are not the pink slices in silly salads or the vine-grown California ones in February, but the ripe, fat, sweet and bursting Brandywines of August.
Working directly with networks of local foragers from Italy, France, Croatia and Spain, they seek out the best of the best, bringing in fourteen tons of truffles annually
Cherries and chevre? You can keep em. Don’t get me wrong – I love just about every single ingredient at the farmers market year…
If you’re looking for the lowest toil-to-taste ratio in your early summer produce, sweet truly in season peas are maybe not at the top…