chevre – Not Eating Out in New York

27 Feb 2010

Week of Eating In Days Four and Five: To Travel and Not Eat Out

by Cathy Erway | posted in: Ruminations | 14

That is the question. It is quite possibly the most perplexing thing about not eating out. We live in a culture that travels a lot — whether it’s just a twenty-minute commute to work each day in a car or perpetually being “between” two coasts, or countries, by plane. I wonder about our wandering if it isn’t the reason why take-out or fast food was created in the first place. Eric Schlosser certainly makes a causality seem logical in his … Read More

11 Jan 2010

Oat Goat Chip Cookies

by Cathy Erway | posted in: Desserts, Recipes | 19

The taste of goat’s milk is hard to articulate. There is a world of verbiage that others have affixed to it, but language fails me here. It’s not pungent, I don’t think… and it isn’t mild enough to be called “buttery.” But it seems too potent for the word, “earthy.” Whatever it is, it was such a novel tastebud sensation for me when I first detected these inscrutable traits — by accident, smothering asparagus (grassy, sulphuric) and scrambled egg (slightly … Read More

7 Jan 2010

Kimchee, Spinach and Goat Cheese Frittata

by Cathy Erway | posted in: Breakfast & Eggs, Recipes, vegetarian | 14

What is this, la-dee-da? It’s a frittata. La-dee-da. No, it’s really not la-dee-da, it’s eggs, with pickled cabbage and spinach in it. Okay, well maybe the goat cheese is a little la-dee-dah, but it’s used pretty sparingly. So the whole dish is most certainly not a fancy one. It’s just what you call an omelet if it had never been flipped, so you don’t have to master the art of French cooking like Julia Child and have that euphoric moment … Read More

8 Jun 2008

Savory Asparagus Pie with Goat Cheese and Creme Fraiche

by Cathy Erway | posted in: Cook-Offs, Pies, Recipes, vegetarian | 22

First of all: Holy heatwave! Bake at your own risk! I was kind of wondering when New York City weather would pull its annual trick of mutating overnight into a festering hotbox of city smog, in turn whipping us into hapless victims of stench. I’m still racking my brain for that clean water-saving alternative to showering twice or thrice daily.