In Food, Recipes on July 26, 2010 at 5:59 pm
Before we tucked into Mad Men last night—or the bewitching Summer Fruit Shortcake that our friend Vincent whipped up—we sat down to grilled rabbit à la Anne. After taunting me with a description of grilled rabbit and homemade buttermilk ranch dressing, we decided to give it a go. Neither Vincent nor Mr. Foodinista had tasted rabbit before, and now both are hopping (sorry) for more. I think this is maybe my favorite grilled meal I’ve had all summer. It’s a super-lean protein. You can use rabbit in any dish that you would use chicken. And this particular dish couldn’t be easier—or more delicious. I guess it’s mostly a matter of finding rabbit. If you live in LA, check out Puritan Poultry on Third/Fairfax and have them chop up a three-pound rabbit into eight pieces. Then here’s what Anne recommends:
i marinated it in olive oil, garlic, rosemary, maldon salt (my favorite) and pepper for an hour or so… then grilled it over
indirect flame on the bbq for about 20 mins… turning at mid-point. we put some oak chips in the bbq for flavor. when we first had grilled rabbit in oregon at a winery they used dried vine cuttings and it was amazing.
In Design, Fashion on July 26, 2010 at 2:56 pm
I realize that I never posted pics of the finished office! I’m sitting here at my desk writing my December column for Bon Appétit and feeling so blessed. I love my job. I love this office. And I love staring out the French doors at our tomato red vintage lawn chairs by the fountain. I should figure out how to record audio to share because all I can hear is the trickle of water, some birds chirping and the hum of a lawnmower somewhere nearby. You would never know we are smack in the middle of Los Angeles! Here are a few more pics. I’m super happy with the way the bookshelves turned out.
One side of the bookcase is devoted to food/wine and the other to fashion/design. Tucked in are a few favorite mementos, like these feathered Venetian masques we wore on New Years Eve at Lucques back in 2006, the night we got engaged.
While I’m no Einstein, I’m happy to quote Albert when he asks, “If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?” Yours truly has never been accused of having a clean desk, though I do like to think there’s order and—better yet—inspiration in my chaos. When I’m stuck on a story—like, um, now—I find myself zoning out on this awesome vintage Gucci attaché from the 60s my dad gave me, or this snow globe my sister brought back from Paris last week until I figure a way back into the story.
Bingo! Okay, back to work……….