The radiators in both of our apartments kicked on last night. Fall is almost here. Figured we probably should make a cake to celebrate.…
Nothing goes better with the end of summer than charred meats. But regular-ass BBQ gets old pretty quick. Sure, it’s tangy and nostalgic– it’s just that we’ve been putting it on everything from ribs to fries to sunburn since June. We’re ready for a change. Funky, fermented change.
“Peach Hand Pie” sound like the punchline to a dirty food pun. Probably is. But it’s also the best thing we’ve eaten this summer.
Perfect fucking angel Billy Green‘s #popsicleweek is upon us– and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Chicago has gone from “lousy smarch weather” to “swamp-ass bowels of hell” overnight. We’re hot. We’re sweaty. And all this heat is making us sleepy. In desperate need of coffee (but tired of that bougie cold brew), we poured our Chemex into popsicle molds and this happened.
It’s your morning caffeine hit in a fucking paleta. You’re. Welcome.
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In the food world, “family meal” is a time when an entire restaurant gets together and shares a bite to eat. From dishwashers to head chef, everyone gets an equal share (if their ass gets there time). It’s nothing fancy. Usually leftovers and odd bits from kidnapped from the walk-in– but it’s a nourishing ritual that gets the whole gang a minute off their feet to feel like a team. No one’s too good to dig in, and it starts service off on well-fed note.
Family meal is something we’ve instituted on blog cook days, too. It keeps our heads level and blood sugar stable while we crank through a month’s work of prep and photography; it helps us reduce food waste and feed our hungry studio guests; it gives Lucy a chance to show off while I knock out a load of dishes (oooooor check and re-check instagram); it gives us a chance to sit down, tell dumb jokes, gossip, and listen to Biscuits on repeat.
We could not be more excited to reveal the new Dinner was Delicious to you perfect angel biscuits. It’s come a long way since our 2011 default tumblr theme, and we can’t wait for you guys to settle in to our new, cozy home.
So what’s new? For starters, there’s a tidy (sexy) index where you can search, browse, and get inspired to make dinner.
The recipes themselves are way easier to read, copy/paste, and share.
We can make jokes about the “back end,” when we make site updates (e.g. “Hey, Luce, can you stick those photos in the back-end?” hehehe)
Comments! You can wantonly share your opinion on peanut butter blossoms, and tell us how smart and pretty we are w h e n e v e r y o u w a n t . We’ll be able to connect with you guys in a meaningful way (other than grams and tweets)– and answer recipe questions, too!
And. It’s lovely. So lovely. It feels so good on our eyes (and hopefully yours, too).
Of course. You can’t make shit look this good on your own. So big, fat, garlicky kisses and thanks:
- Ronny Ewanek for being our WordPress expert. Free biscuits for life, babe-o-rama. He turned a weird, messy migration into this gorgeousness without breaking a sweat. He’s the #1 best and, if you wanna up your blog game, you should totally give him an e-mail.
- We owe Julie Morelli of Nourishing Notes unlimited babysitting and all the rosé for our fancy new logo. You probably owe yourself one of her dope-ass aprons (and food-pun birthday cards for everyone else).
- Snaps for Eva Deich, who took our new babely photo. Could we be any cuter? (no.) It’s almost unfair that we got to spend the day with you AND get the gorgeous portraits. We’ll make you runny yolks any time <3
- Last but not least. Y’all. Cue the cheese balls, but we couldn’t do this blog without you. Thanks for reading, for e-mailing, for bugging us when we go on sabbatical, and reblogging. You’re the reason we write and shoot, and we’re so lucky that you try our food <3
It’s nutrient-dense, easy to prepare, and has just enough funk to make sure we know we’re eating something really special.
But lamb gets a bad rap. It’s seen as a fancy, holiday meal. Something expensive and out of reach for everyday eats. There’s also the cute-food-factor. Just like rabbit and duck, it can seem mean to eat something so damn adorable. Those dirty lies keep it off our week-day table and it’s a damn shame. Not only can lamb be affordable (if you know the cuts to get)– it’s also one of the kindest meats to eat, even when you buy it on the cheap….
There’s a lot of stuff we hope you take away from reading this blog. Little things like making sure you eat (so you don’t turn into a cunt). Jokey stuff about not eating dairy on Valentine’s Day (which is actually very sound advice). Even bigger preachy shit about maaaybe giving yourself a break and NOT viewing weightloss as the pinnacle of being a successful human.
But the biggest thing we hope you remember after reading my dumb little words and looking at Lucy’s photos: food doesn’t have to be fancy to be delicious. Nothing tastes better than getting out of the way of tasty ingredients. And, right now, our ingredient of choice is strawberries.
We’re hella sprung on spring– and on all of the amazing produce we scored at our first farmer’s market of the season. Searching for snacks (like usual), we brought home impossibly sexy French breakfast radishes, fat fava beans still in their shell, and crusty bread from La Boulangerie. They needed nothing. –Ok. That’s a lie. They needed butter, salt and pepper, and a glass of something pink and bubbly.
This buttery, light fava smash is better than hummus (but what isn’t), and more seasonally appropriate. Swap olive oil for a peppery, vegan sub and use it to replace that boring chickpea paste. Dip it, stuff it, spread it– there’s no wrong way to get it in your face.