Soft-boiled eggs have been making a culinary comeback in recent years, like a vintage classic given new life. However, home cooks tend to be as intimidated of them as poached eggs. I get it. I’ve been intimidated of them my entire life.
This year, I decided it’s about time I made a St. Patrick’s Day dessert featuring Irish Cream. This boozy, decadent pie is made more with the adults in mind. It all begins with a chocolate graham cracker crust.
Street tacos are, and always will be, my definition of a taco. The tiny tortillas are always corn, never flour. They are heated until pliable on the hot flattop or charred over open flame, then kept warm so that they steam together and become so soft that you have to serve them up in a double layer, two per taco. The meat is always well-seasoned, smoky and acidic, with a little char on the edges of each bite.
I’ve long been a fan of cornmeal in sweet preparations. It’s a habit I picked up from my grandmother who loves to bake fresh blueberries into her buttery cornbread. Today, I’m offering you some delightfully moist cornmeal muffins with blood orange and rosemary.
When it comes to sexy food, figs are often ranked near the top, along with finer cheeses, like a nice goat cheese. I’ve brought both together on this burger. And when choosing the greens for this, I went for the intricate, peppery arugula. This burger is unexpected and complex, beautiful to behold, as I find is also true of the very best love stories.