Happy Valentines Day!
I proclaim ‘cranberries’ as the new love berry.
There you have it! That’s the gist of this post.
You see I feel the cranberry is very underrated red fruit. So, I am resurrecting its glory in these scones and making it the centerpiece of my day! Now, the thing about them is they are indeed hard to love. There is an acid tartness to them that you either fall head first for, or, decide there are easier fruit to lust after. But, if you look at the whole package and beyond the cutting first taste and look how it melts and loses its hard exterior to become a soft, succulent package with just a little love (and heat), you can truly appreciate it’s worth.
Be my Valentine, Coz I am Real!
Have you ever bit into a strawberry and had an epiphany of “Ohh! This is love !!”. Or, looked at someone you love and think, “Ohhhh, caramel?!”. No! Because that is not really how love works. So, I have decided to rebrand Valentine to the real, authentic and multi-dimensional… atleast in the foods we use to represent and celebrate love. Today, I bring you the first idea, a tease of a dish…
I present to you Blue CheeseCake topped with Honey and Sage Roasted Grapes.
Let's get the red going...!!
This is truly one of the best creative times of the year. Between Super Bowl, Valentine's, Grammy's and the Oscars, there are so many reasons to come together as an online community and celebrate. And, there is such an explosion of awesomeness that it really is very, very hard to not be swept by it all. Even if one is an institutionalized skeptic!
Today, I have a matcha pudding for you, served as a trifle with lemon cookies. I have an interesting relationship with matcha. And, well, I suppose green tea in general.
Temptation
Temptation is a plump, red, hot house tomato! And, I gave in to it.
Have you bitten into a ripe tomato drizzled with sea salt and olive oil? No. You must! If you want to know what lust and love is. It is a singular pleasure. Very few things can compare to the slurp and settling flourish of that bite. The way the salt brings out the juices that as they come in contact with the olive oil, crescend into a spontaneous emulsion; Words do little justice.
Now, let us simply notch up the game. Blood oranges. There is something just wicked about them. Wickedly good. There they are looking pleasantly like a orange until you cut into them and watch them bleed. It makes you want to reach and suck all of that delicious, sweet, sticky nectar as it streams down your hand. It's reflexive. It's like an after aphrodisiac. You want it. More and more.
Bring the two together and it is .........