Category Archives: Farmer’s Markets


My need to bake has finally returned and last night manifested itself into a smorgasbord of deliciousness with not just one, but two complimentary creations.

Pomelo-Lemon Curd and (my favorite) Scones!

little miss muppet sat on a tuffet eating her curds and whey

It all started when I happened upon the most gorgeous pomelos and grapefruit at the Farmer’s Market this weekend (flowers – remember?!) and just couldn’t resist buying them even though I had no freaking clue what I was going
to do with them, although the thought of a grapefruit/avocado salad totally made my mouth tingle.

Then my lovely friend Krista posted on Instagram pictures of her Grapefruit curd and of course I just had to get the recipe, so she looped in the delightful Sarah who shared that she got the recipe from none other then Smitten Kitchen, which, as you all should know by now is my favorite cooking blog
in the whole entire world

This is the original recipe – I went ahead and combined the juice (and zest) of one gigantic pomelo and one fairly substantial lemon and used 1/2 cup of that juice mixture (and all of the zest from both!) in the recipe.

Pretty effing delicious.  Should I make this again I’ll probably use a litttttttttttle less sugar since pomelos are so naturally sweet.


Then I baked these little suckers, also from Smitten Kitchen minus currants (didn’t think they’d compliment the curd so much) and substituting 2% milk, then piled on my ooey gooey mess for a tangytartysweetkickintheface of flavor.


Sunday Farmer’s Market Flowers

A very, very strange thing has happened.

yellow spider mums!!!

It is warm and beautiful in San Francisco… in January nonetheless!

the windowsill creatures are in complete enjoyment

And this little monster is taking FULL advantage.  Yoga + farmer’s market (+ a salmon burger nomnomnom) + milky tea + open windows + my new pen nibs + inks = a sunny Sunday dream

look at all of the new nibs + inks i get to play with!

Artisanal LA

After a morning of pumpkin mayhem it was delightful to be able to escape with Nicky to Artisanal LA.  We arrived on the late side, so some of the booths were already closing up but what we did end up seeing was so wonderful – and the food we sampled was delicious.  LA has culinary artisans popping up left and right, from cheese makers to butchers to confectioners to distillers… I could go on and on.

Nicky LOVES meat.  It’s incredible.  Not just meat but all food.  I love listening to her talk about food and flavors and the processes of making things…  I went to a wine + cheese tasting a few nights ago with her and some of the chefs and I just died listening to them.  It was amazing.  I love listening to all of our chefs talk about food.  They’re all so knowledgeable and so passionate… I could listen to them talk for hours.  I’m going to another event with them tomorrow and I can’t wait!

the beginning
the middle
the grotesque end

Anyway, I digress.  The reason I brought up Nicky + meat is because we met these two girls at Artisan LA who are opening a butcher right down the street from me in December, called Lindy + Grundy.  Local, pastured + organic meats.  Phenomenal.  It’s going to be so much fun to walk there and buy meat for the week!

Also, I FINALLY met the people from Backward Beekeepers.  I’ve been hearing about them for months.  And months and months.  They’re a local group in LA who rescue problem beehives from people’s houses and place them in homes where people want bees to make honey.  What the effing jesus.  That is baller.  I think Nicky fell in love with them too.

The second coolest part of the adventure was coming upon a farm’s booth that was closing up shop for the night and let Nicky and I take home some baby lettuces + chard + baby cauliflower!  I have killed most of my plants so I talked to Nicky a bit about what I should do to keep them alive… they’re too small to go into big pots I jerry-rigged a little somethin somethin out of solo cups until they get big enough.  I poked holes in the bottom of the cup and put it in another cup to catch the water, using some plastic beads inbetween to create space and avoid root rot.  Gross.  I think that’s how I kill most of my plants.  I just love them too much…

garden is done
waiting for sunshine

Then… my THIRD favorite part of the adventure was to round out the night with mezcal cocktails, nopales, mole, ribs and Mariachis at my favorite Oaxacan restaurant, Quelaguetza.  Yum. Yum. Yum.

So I didn’t get to those cheddar apple scones.  Hopefully I will sometime this week but looking at my next week… slash two… it might be a little while.  Sadface.

Rockaway Taco

I have watched this video by The Selby three times.  Rockaway taco is rad and their enthusiasm is  contagious!  There is a taco stand, an ice cream shop + a veggie patch operated by a group of young surfer crazies near New York City.   And I say that with the most endearing of tones as I refer to only the best people as crazies.  You have to be a bit of crazy to do something amazing with your life, methinks.

Once I figure out how to imbed a video onto this site (I’ve tried at least 20,000 times and the video just won’t show up!  Heartbreaking.) best believe I will share.

rockaway taco

the jefe

el menu

ingredients for salsa

Check it out here.  And here.  And watch the video here.

Anyway, I love that people are creating amazing places like this… like Marta Teegan and Cookbook, her green grocer in Echo Park.

I want something that makes me this happy.  Something like this for myself… but not quite this because this is not quite me.  Although perhaps I’ll start sleeping on my rooftop too.

all of the images are from rockaway taco’s flickr


I didn’t think anything could make me happier than the amazing rainy weather I woke up to this morning (and the Lavender Early Grey Misto in my hand)… until I got into work and saw this:

The freakiest, most amazing lemon I’ve ever seen.  Now tell me that doesn’t make you love life just a little bit more.

Plum Kuchen

Sunday was a very sad day.  I deemed my basil completely dead (it just wasn’t been able to handle the heat wave we experienced last week…) and my most favorite plant in the entire world, my chocolate mint plant, suffered a horrific aphid infestation.  I didn’t even know aphids could infest indoor plants!

I brightened it a bit by making Plum Kuchen.  I bought plums the other week and for some reason wasn’t eating them.  I guess I just knew they were destined for something better.  I did some research and landed on a Gourmet Magazine Plum Kuchen recipe (apparently you can make Kuchen with any stone fruit, so mix it up people!).

I hadn’t realized when I decided to do this recipe how long it would take.  I bought a few missing ingredients, went home, ACTUALLY read the recipe, had an anxiety attack, and proceeded to say eff it, I have everything ready, it’s Sunday, Erich and I are going to brunch but he’s not waking up, despite my texts telling him to awaken (Sidenote: we ended up having brunch at The Little Next Door during rising process part two… gruyere fries, eggs benedict, my favorite greek salad in LA and the perfectly sweetened mint iced tea), so let’s do it!  Lesson 1: Read the recipe all the way through before you decide to make it.  Lesson 2: Yeast cakes take FOREVER to make.  Lesson 3: Yeast cakes are totally worth it.  Lesson 4: I need to get my food photography/styling skills on par with Gourmet Magazine.  As delicious as these suckers are, they do not photograph nearly as well as Gourmet’s, but I bet they taste just as good!

On a musical sidenote… Phantogram’s “When I’m Small” was the perfect musical accompaniment.  In fact, the entire album is, I’m just obsessed with that one song and have been playing it on repeat since Friday.  Roomie, please don’t kill me.

The Culinary Historians Cookbook Sale

Every year, the Culinary Historians put on a used cookbook sale at the Hollywood Farmer’s Market.  Lolo, Hil & I braved the cuckoo cookbook collectors and got there around 9.  The selection was amazingly random, from the Eskimo Cookbook (an Alaskan elementary school cookbook) to Kitchen Angst (Lolo got that one) to James Beard books.  I fared well with four cookbooks for $9.00.  Baller.

My favorite find was the ‘O’ Level Cookery book – vintage and oh so cute – has someone’s exam dates and their shopping list for fruit flan.  There are informational illustrations showing where various cuts of meat come from and… fish illustrations!  Lolo also got one about cooking if you live in the North, complete with instructions on what to do if you go and kill your own moose.  Not something I think we will ever need to know living in the wilds in LA, but if Lo gets that cabin in the woods she so desires, who knows!  It might come in handy.

We proceeded to wander about and stock up on some beautiful produce, heavenly smelling lavender soaps (yes, I admit, I am a nut for lavender), and were coaxed by the smell of the gyro stand… next time I need to plan a little better and save some money for the snow cone stand and the guy with the delicious teas.