The Head Hen
This was originally a blog about cooking in my teeny tiny Lower East Side apartment where I feared to cook a number of things: roast chicken, sausages, smoked pork, standing rib roast, pot pies
Rather than letting the 3 square feet of counter space get me down, I got experimental. That’s one of the beautiful things about living in New York City. There’s a million shops and a million restaurants that can help you achieve your culinary dreams, even if sometimes it does feel a little bit like cheating.
Now that we’ve moved to Brooklyn where everything’s bigger, I can experiment more freely. I’ve conquered the roast chicken, and bread, but that spirit of innovation hasn’t left me, or this blog.
For more information, please check out this post.
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I hope that clears things up a bit. Thanks for reading!
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bloglily said,
September 11, 2006 @ 11:45 pm
Oh I’m so glad I found your blog! I so like what you’ve got going on here. What you say about your kitchen reminds me of MFK Fisher’s description of her first kitchen in France which, despite its drawbacks, still saw such fabulous meals. Best, BL
deb said,
September 12, 2006 @ 11:33 am
I love this description. The only way I am every able to make roasts is that we live on the top floor and the roof door is always unlocked. (I fear the day they bolt it, and we’ll no longer be able to release the shameful scents of my smoky messes and smoking friends.)
I think for now on I am going to file my food blog feeds by the number of feet of counter space they have. ;)
Melissa said,
September 12, 2006 @ 12:24 pm
CiaCart,
I stumbled upon your blog only today. Your passion and enthusiasm are contagious, and I hear you on the kitchen space shortage, as I too live in the city, opposite you and very close to your jaunt to our environs of “upstate Manhattan.” I was so pleased to see you write about your excursion. Next time, you must pop by Frank’s Gourmet Market on 187th for a view of their quinoa section and some choice Belgian beer (get paper bag @ checkout) for a sip in any number of Fort Tryon’s hidden overlooks. Better yet, journey just one stop more, (200th) or walk through FT over to Inwood Hill Park, the last remaining forest in Manhattan. The fall is an exceptional time for a picnic of some of your lovely creations. Look me up should you be back in the ‘hood.
Best,
Melissa Sutherland Amado
Ann said,
December 22, 2006 @ 1:07 pm
Just got blogged - I’m new to this & randomly came upon yours. I hear you on the kitchen space. My 80 year old apartment kitchen is a far cry from the restaurant kitchens I’ve worked in, so it has become my personal mission to overcome this obstacle and whip up many a feast in my humble abode. Now if I could only find somewhere to put my wine glass.
Tony Roof said,
May 4, 2008 @ 2:13 pm
I love the blog, will add your link to my four blogs…
can’t wait to see your new post
thanks