These roasted potatoes are classic in the UK but unbeknownst to most Americans, so I’m going to introduce you. Meet the crispy, creamy, decadent rock stars of the potato world.
Apricots are the finest of summer’s fruits, with dense, juicy flesh and delicate, velvety skins. That’s why it is so disheartening when you bite into one, only to find it is mealy and flavorless. To find the best ones, head to your local farmers market.
Just as quince gets described as apple’s tough, weird older sister, so apricots are often just a placeholder for peach-lovers, something sweet and orange with a pit that will do until the real goodies come along.
But apricots are good for cooking in a way that peaches aren’t, their flavor intensifying into an ineffable tangy sweetness that leans just right against a crumbly, buttery crust or a piece of whole-grain toast. And ask any home jam-maker what apricot they prefer, and you’re bound to hear paens of praise for a little, freckly, squishy, short-season fruit that, when ripe, practically turns to jam all by itself.
Yesterday was Bastille Day, France’s Independence Day which, like the US is celebrated with parades and red, white and blue flags. That’s where the similarity ends. At least from my vantage point. The parade was much more of a military parade with marching soldiers and imposing tanks flexing their military muscle down the Champs-Elysees rather […]