Whiskey-glazed pork chops. OHMYGOD, the glaze. Very apple-y and sweet, but buttery and DARK and with a little bit of cayenne pepper, which gave it a truly euphoric dynamic. Not cloyingly, appleishly sweet at all… just a subtle homage to the classic pork-and-apples combination of flavors.
Baked macaroni and shells. Mom uses shells, which are clever because they trap the creamy bits of perfect creamy cheesiness, and there gets to be a crunchy brown crust on the top after some time in a very hot oven.
Raw broccoli swirled around in lemony Italian dressing. There is not much better than this. This is just one of those things that is coincidentally healthy (a fact that makes me exuberant). Thank god!
My best friend Andrew is also in from out of town, so he and Reagan and I went to Marigny Brasserie today for brunch. The Pfister Sisters were there, as they are for every Sunday brunch, which I love. That restaurant is so airy and New Orleans-y and intimate, with little tables and banquettes and plenty of space to line up a bunch of small tables to fit twenty people (I’m serious. It happens. It happened today), and hearing their fun, swingy harmony really just makes it so much more of an experience.
I started writing about the first dish we had when I realized that pictures aren’t yet uploaded, so let this serve as a teaser. I’ll be writing soon.
those pork chops were quite a treat! I wanna see those pictures!