Sunday, January 27, 2008

One of my fancier friends...


Today I'd like to tell you about a fabulous new blog.
It belongs to Michael Laiskonis, the pastry chef at Le Bernardin.

Michael has been at Le B for about 4 years. Eric Ripert found him
in Michigan. Not France, not New York or some Thomas Keller vehicle.
Michigan.
What does this mean? It means he was doing pastry in Michigan
better than most people do here in Gotham. I hope that puts a fire
under your butt.

Anyway, other than having the pastry chef position of NYC pastry positions,
being winner of the James Beard Award last year and sharing with me a love for
Fugazi and the Jam, he is also an intellegent and generous writer. Recipes, techniques and great photos fill the blog. Organized and a bit obsessed, don't let
him intimidate you. Note the gummy bear listing in a photo of his journal.

www.michael-laiskonis.com

Friday, January 4, 2008

The Real Thing



It's been quite a while since I've posted. I've had rather ambitious
plans about a big "what I intend to eat in the New Year" type of post
reminiscent of most other bloggers but unlike most bloggers, I forgot
I had a restaurant to run and that tends to take up most of my time.

Still suprises me sometimes.

Fact is, there isn't anything I'm really dying to eat in the New Year.
Other than really good food. I love dining out and I love dining in. Just love
dining. Good food can be found anywhere. So I'll stand back from dropping names
and showing off.

What I will talk about now is how I recently was brought back to every reason
I became what I am today.
We spent Christmas this year at my Aunt Gladys' house. Back to the Bronx for perhaps the best lasagne ever.
Really. Ever. But I'm going to go to her house soon and cook with her and that
right there will be one hell of a post so I'll leave the lasagne tip until later.

I always say that my favorite sweets from childhood are Italian bakery cookies.
Reginas, taralle...and don't get me started on the rainbow cookies. Where did those come from anyway???
I started to think in recent years that I just lost my taste for them. Didn't quite do for me what they did when I was a kid. So I wrote them off with the other things that don't quite do it for me anymore.

Now I know why.
Aunt Gladys had cookies from the bakery we always went to when I was a kid.
And yes, they were to die for. Why anyone would make a biscotti of lesser quality is beyond me.
They were from Sal and Doms on Allerton Avenue. Sal and Doms has maintained the
same quality all these years. Veniero's and DiRoberti's pale in comparison.

I'm a little suprised with all the hoopla people make about Arthur Avenue and the
amazing Italian food of the Bronx, no one has written about Sal and Doms.
It is truly the best.

Sal and Dom's Bakery
1108 Allerton Avenue
Bronx, NY