Sharing stories of food stories we love.
Let's get down to business. The business of toast, obviously.
Apparently toast is a trendy thing to eat (see: $9 slices of toast in San Francisco cafes, entire New York Times articles discussing toast, multiple single subject cookbooks on toast!), which leads me to wonder why the sudden resurgence. Are we rediscovering it? Does that mean people en masse stopped eating it? Did everyone else get a memo sometime in 1992 to stop eating it, and then again in 2014 to start again?
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Treasure hunts: Why don't we do these anymore? With the exception of a team-bonding scavenger hunt throughout New York City to kick off a truly wonderful (jk, jk) summer internship in investment banking, I don't get invited on a lot of treasure hunts. Granted, I am neither 5 years old or a pirate, but still. I feel that we're missing out.
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New York City isn't the sort of place where people just pop over for dessert, or to borrow a cup of sugar, or crash your Wednesday night dinner if they smell brown butter and sautéed mushrooms wafting down the stairwell.
I've lived in all sorts of places where casual near-cohabitation was the norm. Summers in an open tent at camp in Vermont, a few months doubled up in bunk beds in a lakefront house in New Hampshire, and growing up in a sprawling farmhouse with 3 sisters.
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Say it: cake. You picture layers of sugared buttercream. Forkfuls of tender, delicate vanilla-scented crumb. Or deep, dark, intensely rich chocolate ribboned with fudge frosting and a shower of chocolate sprinkles. Wax candles sparkling. The words happy birthday lettered in script. Celebration. Sneaking bites of dense, cold cake in the morning when the icing has crystallized, the sugar gritty between your teeth.
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Long, hot summer days are an ideal time to spend at the farm. The corn is high and the soybean fields are dark green and heavy with leaves. A quiet calm hangs heavily in the air around 5 P.M, hushing the crickets and birdsong and faraway buzzing of tractors that hum all day long. The sun starts to sink and every acre is burnished with gold.
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