The natural leavened sourdough bread crafted by 1610 Bakehouse (Credit: Kaitlyn Ferris)
One of the great things about life on the North Fork is the steady stream of talented locals introducing new and creative artisan goods to the area.
In summer 2019, craft coffee company Steeply Rooted and sourdough bread bakery 1610 Bakehouse are quickly making names for themselves on the foodie scene, popping up at popular events and on the menus at North Fork restaurants.
These are two artisans to keep an eye out for as your explore the North Fork. (more…)
Biscotti holds a large portion in my heart based on its demeanor. The exterior is hard when eaten alone and it takes a particular level of delicate gnawing to crunch through the cookie. When dipped in coffee, tea or hot chocolate, the biscotti slowly softens—it has met its perfect match. I usually avoid dipping cookies or brownies in my beverages, because I hate the crumbs that get left behind, floating like water bugs and leaves on the surface. When it comes to biscotti, it’s the perfect versatile treat—it can be dunked, leaving no traces of itself behind, or eaten alone, being hard enough that it forces me to slow down and savor. Sometimes when things are so good, I rush them. (It’s a minor little thing called self control that even the best of us sometimes ignore.) (more…)
One of my least favorite mistakes to make is the simple ones when baking. Sometimes I find I focus so much energy on executing harder details only to then mess up on the easy aspects of a recipe. Take these macarons for instance—with particular care and precision I weighed my ingredients, finely ground them and sifted them gently. When it came to the eggs, things went south (I’ve never understood this metaphor—I find Florida to be a really nice place). I rushed the whipping and was impatient waiting for a stiff peak and settled for less. Needless to say, my carelessness resulted in a batch tossed into the trash. (more…)
What creates a memory? Is it physical touch, the way flour sifting between your fingers can hold on better than any hand ever could? Is it the sounds of a clock ticking, the minute hand keeping tempo with the seconds, making time of significant value in remembering the moment? Is it scents, potent or honeyed, that bind together visible space and give it feeling? I think to each person a memory is created based on the most impacting element of one of the senses. What you felt, what you heard, what you saw or what you smelled wraps its essence around the heart strings and gives it a little tug. (more…)
Sometimes when I am feeling uninspired, I’ll stand in the produce section of the grocery store and let my eyes gaze over the stocked selections of fruits and vegetables. I’ll mentally log each item into the recipe book in my head and weigh the options. Do I want to steam or caramelize the carrots? Bake or boil the potatoes? Cream or steam the spinach? I can only imagine what the other shoppers must think of me as I stand there leaning against my cart, staring deep into the souls of the acorn squash and coconuts. Sometimes if I stand there long enough I get misted back to reality by the timed sprinklers that shower over the broccoli and lettuce. (more…)
If it were up to me, I’d have my house be similar to that of a greenhouse. To have a roof made of glass like one giant skylight window would be stellar. Falling asleep under the stars and waking up to the sun streaming through; what more could you want? (more…)
One of the best things to receive (and give, in my opinion) is food. Whether it’s a food drive or pot luck, holiday dinner or party, food is always the giving hand that restructures a bridge that may have been burned, the newborn who’s been brought into the world or the Thanksgiving dinner that can never have too many bowls of cranberry sauce. It’s almost like there’s some universal unspoken law that the act of giving food abides by. It’s always heartfelt, it’s sometimes homemade and it’s definitely always appreciated. (more…)