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The Shadow — Butter and Brioche
Soon, you’ll rise from a bed you won’t make. You’ll go downstairs. Cut potatoes into cubes, crack eggs, reach for salt. Next comes rain and work calls. The hot engine of day begins. But for now, shadows are still pressed thick against the window. Morning is here but hasn’t been announced. Grief
Queen of Tarts — Butter and Brioche
Excuse me for being so intellectual. I know you would prefer something nice and feminine and affectionate. —Zelda Fitzgerald, Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald I don’t write to resume an argument, instead, to end it. The rules of this game denote that
Mûre Sauvage — Butter and Brioche
The prettier the garden, the dirtier the hands of the gardener. — B.E. Barnes, Put in Work . Tend Yourself. Brambles are a tempting, but dangerous business. I am, if not anything else, particularly proficient at avoiding the place where the thumb might tack. An adapted state of survival, I
After Summer, The Fall — Butter and Brioche
Two recipes woven together on theme—the same motive, if looked at closely. Mouth is the jury, mind is the judge, I write with a hand that commits constant execution. Taste becomes a sentence, and often goes questioned without a mark. In that light, every delicious thing takes on a tone of supplicati
Two recipes, and a second book — Butter and Brioche
Love came to me and said: What do you want of me? Save me I said, Save me. Love knelt down beside me and love said: If you knew the price of coming to you, you would ask nothing but would give. - Henry Dumas, Thought I have a second manuscript that’s due in four months. I’ve held it fo
Praline Pumpkin Pie — Butter and Brioche
“You can put your strength down. I’m sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don’t need to say anything.” - Eden Robinson, from Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted. The earthiness of pumpkin works well in sweet applications. I like to enliven rather than temper it; with savory-driven
Roasted Walnut Cake — Butter and Brioche
“ I love October when the veil between worlds is thinnest. I love how at any moment I could forgive someone from the past.” - Alex Dimitrov, from Love. This is an uncomplicated thing. Some, call it a snack cake, others, picnic, but the climatic point is that it must hold well for travel or depa
Buttermilk Almond Muffins — Butter and Brioche
“ He was thinking of her, of her oddity and composure. Wondering what she was doing on this long hot evening at the end of her wild-rose lane. Did she still have callers, was she still busy solving the problems of people's lives? Or did she go out and sit on the swing, and creak back and forth, with
A Honey Cake — Butter and Brioche
There are few things now that make me feel sacred. I won’t go on to list them but we know what they are. Honey , my connection to honey is one of the strongest senses that I have. It’s source. For the taste of my heritage is honey, also, buckwheat, sour cream, and hard liquor. We suffered for it
Rosé Gelée — Butter and Brioche
“ Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it.” – Toni Morrison, from Jazz. I talk so much of roses that I also must spit the thorns. “But darling,” she said, “even your sonnets are thorned.” My palate, too. The hue of this rose smothered gelée, ruby-r
Chestnut Amaro Truffles — Butter and Brioche
“Your body that includes everything you have done, you have had done to you and goes beyond it This is not what I want But I want this also.” / Margaret Atwood, from Circe / Mud Poems in You are Happy. The art of loss isn’t hard to master. I’m rather fluent in it
Burnt Sugar Ice Cream — Butter and Brioche
“ Even your sweetness is a storm.” - Eugenio Montale, an excerpt from Dora Markus (translated by Roberta L. Payne ). I’ve found myself gravitating towards cool, dulcet, and creamy tones these past few months. More often than not, for reasons I don’t understand. But what I do know is, that whe
Sea Salt Violet Millionaire’s Shortbread — Butter and Brioche
‘ I learned simplicity, learned slowly and with difficulty how unassuming everything is, and became mature enough to put simplicity into words. And this all happened because I was able to meet you, back when the first time I was in danger of surrendering myself to formlessness. And if this danger al
Salted Espresso Fudge Brownies — Butter and Brioche
" Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on." - Mary Oliver,  from 'Wild Geese.' I won’t say much here, rather, what I will say, is I know these are the ones you’ve been waiting on. Rich with dark chocolate, ultra-fudgy to the point of
A Return to Paris — Butter and Brioche
“ Beauty makes me hopeless. I don’t care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer ga
Flowering Fries and Quince Ketchup — Butter and Brioche
“ A sparrow, mating with its echo, bred a fledgling music. I was no one’s bride.  Who knows why summer broke my heart that year?” - Melissa Green, an excerpt from “ The Housewright’s Mercy ” The Squanicook Eclogues. It is well-known that I know what you look like when you sle
Rich Chocolate Ice Cream — Butter and Brioche
“ I have feelings of choking, as when one is drowning. I feel I am either drowning or being born to a trauma. I was born asphyxiated. It took a long time to bring me back to normal. ” -  Anaïs Nin , an excerpt from  Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin 1939 – 1947.&nbsp
Chocolate Cake — Butter and Brioche
“If you could do it all again A little fairy dust Thousand tiny birds singing If you must, you must Please let me know When you've had enough Of the white light Of the dawn chorus.” –  Dawn Chorus , Thom Yorke. We leave parts of ourselves all over the place, even on people. Someone very s
Gold Encrusted Crystallized Nuts — Butter and Brioche
“That long-drawn, wavering howl has, for all its fearful resonance, some inherent sadness in it, as if the beasts would love to be less beastly if only they knew how and never cease to mourn their own condition. There is a vast melancholy in the canticles of the wolves, melancholy infinite as the fo
A book reveal and cookies — Butter and Brioche
“Dreamed of peach trees. Dreamed, again, of drowning. Dreamed of highways becoming rivers. Dreamed of me, my long hair in flames, my body no longer a body, but a burnt offering, strange smoke rising up to meet him.” - Nicola Maye Goldberg from “ Wisconsin. ” Wildness has always belonged to me. The
Caramelized White Chocolate Cookies — Butter and Brioche
“ I feel that to live is inevitable. In springtime I can sit smoking for hours, simply existing. But existing can sometimes cost blood, and there is no way of avoiding this because it is in my blood that I feel spring. And it hurts. Spring gives me things. It gives me the wherewithal to live. And I
Citrus Rose Battenberg Cake — Butter and Brioche
' I, myself, concentrated so much on my sixth sense that I developed this vision which sees beyond facts, the better to find sensations and divinations. It is possible I never learned the names of birds in order to discover the bird of peace, the bird of paradise, the bird of the soul, the bird of d
An announcement — Butter and Brioche
“ Evening. Too often now I hesitate before my opened book, tempted to trace the broken web of my most wondrous past .” - from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin.  More and more of these posts have begun with an explanation for my absence. But excuse nor apology no longer. You see, for
Roasted Cashew Cookies with Coffee and Cardamom — Butter and Brioche
 “ I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I’ve told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they h
Rhubarb and Rose Ice Cream — Butter and Brioche
“ You are reborn with the roses, in every spring.”  -  Juan Ramón Jiménez  from  The Selected Writings: Love.  There’s something about returning from the bleak winter that ushers in a need to cook with colour and flavour. Lately, I’ve become drawn towar
Sea Salt Sablé — Butter and Brioche
“The bloom of innocence has long since faded.”  –  Fyodor Tyutchev,  from  Selected Poems; “To N.N.” Atonement, the sea.  I call my father, he’s researching the heart. He tells me that it isn’t heart-shaped. I never knew that. Twenty-five years I’ve go
Poached Quince Cake — Butter and Brioche
“ You loved me the other day. You wanted me to sit beside you in the dark. Didn’t I feel it – didn’t I know? There’s something between us – a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, from Presumption. I thought of you last night, then the fruit shrivell
Brown Butter Sourdough Ice Cream — Butter and Brioche
“ I felt the beauty of the morning. I could understand how a drowning man might suddenly feel a deep thirst being quenched.” - Denis Johnson,  from “ Emergency.” I don’t often make zested, summered, and vibrant versions of ice cream. It’s not for lack of love or desire. When it c
Sugared Pumpkin Olive Oil Cake with Dark Chocolate — Butter and Brioche
“ Like when a flower opens up and reveals the heart it doesn’t have.” -  Alejandra Pizarnik ,  from “Paths of the Mirror.” In the beginning there was only breath, then influx and overflow. This post has long been overdue. A new recipe along with a new site design ( from the love
New Classic Chocolate Chunk Cookies — Butter and Brioche
“ I know your loneliness, which I desired to fill with my own.” - Soundwalk Collective / Patti Smith , from Mummer Love. Promise, after promise, here they are - new, classic, chocolate chunk cookies. They’re a compilation of all my other recipes, best parts worked into this rendition, and made a
Black Plum and Rye Crumb Bars — Butter and Brioche
“ Now she went blossoming over her blood, and her blood went rushing deep beneath her.” - Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Images, “The Saint” (translated by Edward Snow). These bars came about after I had an overflow of near-spoiled plums last week. I originally wasn’t going to post them. S