Capote’d be proud.
January 10, 2010
Truman Capote had a knack for writing. He had a knack for wowing society.
His 1966 Black & White Ball in The Plaza’s Grand Ballroom was deemed “The Party of the Century”.
On the menu was a favorite of Truman’s: Chicken Hash.
After school last week, my brother and I watched our idol, the Barefoot Contessa. Ina was preparing Chicken Hash for her friends. Ina Garten is magical, magical in that she has the ability to excite my brother about food. She has the power to make my brother plead “Sam, will you please make that?” Actually, his excitement usually leans more towards “Sam, you will make that.” And what do I do? Oblige him.
So yesterday, after a movie and a trip to Whole Food’s, I got started on my Chicken Hash. I have told others that I am a vegetarian, and I do find that to be true. However, as I am the only ‘meat avoider’, and I cook dinner, I fathom it only fair that I prepare a dinner with meat every once in a while. Yes, I did eat it (a relatively smaller portion). Yes, I enjoyed it. Yes, it was fantastic. My family loved it and that’s all that matters. Their happiness overshadows my ‘vegetarian’ label. And I’m okay with that.
From the garlic-y potatoes sauteed in sweet cream butter to the crunchy red peppers intermingled with fresh organic basil and paprika, I savored. As my passion for all things food continues to bloom and my desire to work in the food biz grows, I want to taste everything. I want to notice each and every flavor, in a perfect harmony. I will eat chicken every once in a while, and I don’t mean to offend any of my vegetarian friends or readers.
To start off my sunday, I took advantage of an almost empty jar of peanut butter.
Cream of Wheat cooked in vanilla soy, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and this new find….
Normally, I veer far away from canned fruit. However, my deep deep love for apricots drew me to this great buy. Canned with pear juice, and pear juice alone, I decided that it was worth a try. And indeed it was.
Now I bid you adieu, and leave you with some random, recent photos.
…and it all ends with butter.