It’s 5 o’clock, and you’re leaving the office in search of some post-work libations and snacks before dinner. You could go the traditional happy hour route — where you’re limited to a few drinks and small bites within a short window of time — or you could up the ante and visit a Japanese izakaya.
Hideaki Nishikura, a baker at Wild Flour Bread, took our intrepid New Yorker and me, along with a doting grandmother and a giggling son, on a personal tour of his hometown, Sebastopol. I feel privileged to have this insider’s peek into a little known community and hope to inspire a few of you to take the trek north to visit the town during this time when autumn’s colors and flavors are at their peak.
This New Year’s Eve, as with many New Year’s Eves past, I spent several days with my best friend’s family in Sea Ranch, about 150 miles north of San Francisco. A few days ago, I hopped in my Zip Car and headed out on the windy road that would take me to this pristine area […]
One of my favorite parts of cooking school was our time in the bread kitchen. There is something so tactile, immediate and rewarding about making bread. All your senses are activated alerting you that you are about to consume something so simple yet so profound. Alice Waters visited the French Culinary Institute and I was […]
While I may not be a big fan of Jewish food, the truth is I’m quite fond of what are considered Jewish breads. From bagels to bialys, rye bread, pumpernickel, and challah, I love it all. Because the Bay Area isn’t exactly famous for Jewish breads, making them yourself can be very satisfying. Two books […]
Continued from Part One on Monday April 16. In California we have more than our fair share of live yeast in the air. Catching it and turning it into “sourdough starter” or “natural starter” is pretty easy. All one needs to do is to feed one’s starter with cold water and bread flour every week […]
Almost 15 years ago, at the beginning of my career, I worked at Lulu (SF). Unbeknownst to my very naive self at the time, I would never work at another restaurant that would make all its own table bread. At Verbena (NYC), under the tutelage of Diane Forley, the pastry department was responsible for a […]
I’ve just returned home from a week in Boca Raton, Florida, where I was visiting family. My mother’s side, the New York Jews. Besides making the rounds with my aunt, meeting my cousin’s 1 1/2 year old twins and visiting my 86 year old grandmother in her new little apartment at an assisted living facility, […]
Pain is, of course, French for bread. When applying an English reading of the word, it describes the condition of my very soul when faced with the prospect of baking it. For some people, bread making is a passion. There exist people in this world for whom the process is relaxing, even meditative. Not for […]