all i want is you.

post first-trip-to-the-farmers'-market of the year.

saturday, january 18th: fried egg, raw kale salad with pine nuts, pecorino, and lime, the garlickiest potatoes, carrots, cucumber, and rye bread (from the awesome baker in the market whose brand i cannot remember). strong coffee.

and this guy (who let me drive his bus):

yes.

the middle of nowhere. somewhere.

actually, it was harrisburg, pennsylvania. casey and i (plus these guys) drove to western new york to visit his mama. we left early early on the saturday of memorial day weekend, trying to avoid other travelers on the road. by 9am, we were in pennsylvania and hungry. and we found the american dream.

 it's exactly how you'd expect a diner called the american dream to look. and it's probably looked that way since 1952 or whenever it opened. we sat at the counter (my favorite) and were given endless coffees. most of our food required loads of salt and pepper, but it was lovely all the same.

breakfast for two? probably about $10. yes.

the first one.

may 19: the first meal (obviously it was breakfast) that i cooked and ate at my house in DC. (well, casey fried that egg.) it's been 3 weeks already.

toast with wilted spinach, melted cheddar, fried egg. strawberries.

ready for those may flowers.

you guys. my breakfast was crazy good. i didn't know where it was all going when i started it but it turned out wonderfully. i purchased a few too many things in the farmers' market yesterday (it had been a while since i visited and i just got so excited and everything was beautiful and reasonably priced. or maybe i've forgotten what reasonable looks like--but i spent about $15 and got a big bunch of spring onions, a bunch of broccoli rabe, a bunch of purple radishes, a CRAZY huge bunch of bok choi, a pint of strawberries, and 2 cucumbers.)

in a big pan, i cooked broccoli rabe, the greens of the onions, green beans, and garlic in a bit of olive oil and liquid aminos. when it had cooked down a bit (they are greens, so they shrink), i scooped it all into a bowl and tossed with chunks of pecorino. in the same pan, i fried an egg and toasted some of the rosemary focaccia i made yesterday (see below). 

it was just wonderment. 

a note: the focaccia is alice waters's recipe from the art of simple food. i am not transcribing it here but it was super easy and the recipe is also converted to pizza dough in the book. i topped mine with chopped rosemary (i keep some growing on the porch) but you could put anything on it really. or nothing.

a pretty amazing habit.

so, casey has started bringing bagels with him from DC, usually a bunch of everything bagels for him and some rye or pumpernickel or black-and-white for me. i really don't eat any bagels otherwise.

sunday morning: toasted bagel with goat cheese, tomatoes, cucumber, and hard-boiled egg; sliced carrots (as usual), and a mix of sauteed greens--cabbage, spinach, and collards--with onions, garlic, raisins, salt, black pepper, and crushed red pepper. it was actually quite spicy. in the best way.

and a second photo because it was just so beautiful. and delectable.

i don't know how this was done.

because casey made it. here's what i do know:

• we got to eat two slices of this crazy seedy bread i baked from his cookbook. with butter.
• the fried egg was super perfect and delicious.
• the rest is a mess of what i had in the fridge, mostly chard (my fave) and potatoes (his fave). maybe there's garlic in there? maybe onion? who can remember?

i am hoping he comes back and cooks some more. because that would be awesome. 

on another note, i am reading cathy erway's the art of eating in. she had a blog about never eating out in new york and it became a book. it's super easy and fast and not really mind-blowing but keeps me reading all the same (which is more than i can say for last month's book club choice). it's kind of gimmicky but the stories are interesting and there are recipes. i requested it from the library in a weird detour from researching for my dissertation and now i bet i finish it by the end of the week. 

everyone* is asleep right now.

last sunday. half of a grapefruit. swiss chard with sauteed with olive oil and mushrooms. whole wheat with cheddar and a fried egg. interested pup.

*everyone = casey, chloe, huck.

the grapefruits.

i mean, i just love them to pieces. i want to eat them all the time. thank goodness that trader joes sells  affordably-priced bags of normally-sized grapefruits. sometimes they are just SO BIG, right?

so, grapefruit. with greasy chickpeas (olive oil, salt, crushed red pepper), fried egg sandwich on sourdough with some kind of cheese. and coffee. always, always coffee.

all the leftovers.

sunday's breakfast: half slice of pizza from pepper's (white pizza with tomato, basil, garlic, and onion), half of a hard-boiled egg, salad of lettuce, radish, carrot, celery with a vinaigrette, and two pieces of rye wasa crackers with cream cheese. with coffee. and a look-through of a copy of what katie ate garnered from inter-library loan after two months (that book is beautiful, just like the website).

i don't know how to tell you this,

but this might be the best breakfast i have had in years. this was last week sometime.

the egg was perfectly fried (in butter), the tomatoes were just beyond amazing (i don't know what farm grew them, but an award is warranted), and the crackers were full of seedy amazement (sunflower, sesame, poppy, maybe flax). also, cucumbers and hummus and it was just all the loveliest.

new years day.

started off the year in an ithaca diner with a fried egg sandwich with american cheese on rye. and coffee, obviously.

and all in a collapsible seat that seemed like a booth from afar. oh, yes.

the oiliest holiday.

hanukkah means latkes and donuts. the holiday of fried greasiness. shira fried up her mama's latke recipes this morning: sweet potato and regular potato. yeah, she did.

it was that kind of sunday morning, when people just sorta stop by and join you for breakfast. and the kind when i don't do all the cooking. awesomepants.

a trillion bazillion.

a trillion years? a bazillion? i have not uploaded a breakfast in so damn long.

so, here we go with sunday brunch: cantaloupe slices, sauteed mushooms + okra +green beans, buttery yukon gold potato halves, an absolutely perfect fried egg, and half of an everything bagel. and coffee.

back to school means never going to a restaurant. not like i was regularly eating outside the apartment anyhow, but still.

back to breakfast.

 

lots of delicious meals with this guy, who always allows me to photograph him eating over and over until i get it right. mostly it means that he sometimes finishes eating before me, but that's ok because he always wants seconds. so it works out, y'know?

this is actually last sunday's breakfast; no photographs from this morning.

• carrots + hummus
• sliced cucumbers
• whole wheat toast + alfalfa sprouts + fried egg
• roasted cauliflower + dinosaur kale + garlic
• some sort of semi-soft cheese (i forget its name; it was last week.)

yes. awesomeness.
(oh! and i am using instagram these days--i love all those beautiful settings and filters.)

what it's like.

 

working at home = articles by dean cliver (a food safety pioneer of sorts) + iced coffee + full-fat yogurt + sesame ryvita and blackberry jam

lunch = quinoa + tomatoes + cucumber + broccoli + corn + lemon vinegar from tina + olive oil.

also, have you noticed that everyone is into quinoa these days? it's in every conservation it seems.

in which

 

i eat breakfast and watch nova: secrets beneath the ice. there's nothing like a little climate change and end-of-world discussion to start my day in fear.

mustard greens (my least favorite greens, but they came in the CSA and therefore i have to eat them) with garlic and pepper, a salad of spicy radishes, tomatoes, and israeli cucumber with olive oil and sea salt, scrambled egg whites* and spring onions with gouda on sourdough. 

*why egg whites? i made gelato yesterday and used up the yolks. so now i have to find ways to eat the whites. today, i hid them in a sandwich. there are more. ugh.

**also, i took this photo on my new iphone. i am trying to figure out if that's going to be a more efficient way to do this blogging. i am a slow phone typist so it's doubtful it will ever all be done from the miraculous iphone.

when we read, we begin with A-B-C.

wait wait wait. my newest goddaughter is here! and she's adorable. we'll have to get her a baby spatula or something.

april 22nd: this is my favorite kind of meal. fried egg sandwich on seeded bread with avocado and cheese, chichpeas + tomatoes + cucumbers + olive oil, coffee. hard to beat.

april 23rd: fried egg, coffee, toast with cream cheese (i was in a phase), avocado slices, chickpeas, salad of watercress, radishes, and cucumbers.

april 26th: lima beans (tina's fave), baguette with brie and pea shoots (sounds like a "ladies who lunch" kind of sandwich), sauteed kale, tomato + cucumber salad.

april 28th: this seems like some sort of "fusion," but is really a mess of everything i had in the fridge. tacos with kale, refried beans, ricotta salata, avocado, onion, garlic, salsa verde.  and potatoes.

there's more to april, but those will be individual posts. i mean, sunrise biscuit kitchen cannot share its moment in the "smashedgoods sun." it's too much.

roommate #20.

you might have been my roommate. i've had 20, i think. i might have forgotten some in my count. this is my newest roommate, shira. SO expected. we should have done this in august.
we are close to having a complete apartment. the kitchen is predominately finished but the living room is lacking furniture. we welcoming couch donations. and coffee tables, if you have one to give away.

so, first meal on pleasant drive. there was no kitchen table last week, so we sat on the floor and ate on a box; it was very japanese-seeming.
fried eggs with buttery potatoes, sauteed red chard + onions, toast with farmhouse cheddar.
casey looks hungry. like he moved a lot of things. which he did. so i fed him.

also, it's pretty cold in my new apartment, so all the new photos include hats.

wishes come true.

there was a hell of a lot of indulging during my visit. i pretty much got to choose where we went every time we went out. which was every day. and i told yelena and kat i wanted to brunch at what i could only call "the new freemans." it's called peels.

southern food is super "in" in new york, and i had been avoiding it because, well, i live in the south, and that's what we've got down here. but i really wanted to try this place.

i ate the "greens and eggs:" poached eggs with creamed collards and hen-of-the-wood mushrooms and onions. and a biscuit. seriously, one of the best meals i had in new york.
and a michelada, which is kind of a summery drink, but you can't really go wrong with beer in a huge glass dipped in spices. and a cute waiter who continuously refills your coffee.

eating instead of econ.

first of all, i took 15 pictures using photobooth before i got a decent one.

second, this breakfast is incredible. rye toast with a fried egg (sunny-side up), tomato, avocado, and maille mustard. with cinnamon coffee, the grateful dead, and the beatles.