It is the Italian in Me

This past weekend, I, for some reason, have been on this cooking marathon.   It began with an asparagus, pea, shallot and Gruyere cheese pizza.  The next night, steamed bronzini with green beans, coconut rice and a red chili pepper sauce.  Last night, grilled salmon with a pinot noir sauce, a winter harvest salad and homemade buttermilk biscuits (which tasted better than they looked).   This morning, thinking, poached eggs over sautéed walnuts, spinach and mushrooms.

I am not totally sure what has inspired me, but perhaps it is the fact that restaurants are starting to bore me.  While I do love going out to eat, you just do not get the same satisfaction like you do when you make it yourself.  When I think about the restaurant meals that have been truly memorable, they have always involved activity.  For example, when touring last year in Chicago, I cooked my own meal! and loved it!    In Nantucket, my favorite place ‘Black eyed Susans’ is like eating in the kitchen – you watch every step of your meal being made. 

This week, I am off to New York City, home of the best restaurants in the world.  I will be dining in some having some pretty exciting meetings and…well, I will tell you the rest soon!  Eat and sleep well this week, my friends.