Showing posts with label Fruit of the Swine (somewhat). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fruit of the Swine (somewhat). Show all posts

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

most delicious article ever?

the dining & wine section of the times often annoys me, with its references to pickled ramps and its decision to feature the $25 and under column only every other week, but i guess that's what you gotta do to rise above the hoi polloi.

sure, the juvenile graphic above looks like something that i could've made on a commodore 64, but this article is so damn appetizing that i can't stop thinking, nay, dreaming about it. i mean, c'mon:

He took his mother’s recipe for veal, beef and pork meatballs, and tweaked it heavily, tripling the meatball’s size to that of a softball, coring it like an apple and stuffing the cavity with whipped ricotta and Parmigiano-Reggiano (leaving a beret of the mixture on top), and giving it a smoky finish in a wood-fired oven.