a sweet finish

Turns out summer is leaving, and I haven’t cooked all that much.  I was too busy eating everything. After 2ish months of countless lobster rolls, ice cream cones, and hot dogs (a strange but totally welcome part of the Summer 2015 diet), I was ready to close out the season with a bang.  And this was certainly that.

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Brian Mercury, the silly talented pastry chef at Harvest in Cambridge of bacon bun fame, teamed up with Tracy Obolsky from NYC’s North End Grill for a night of sweet frivolity in the form of a 6 course desserts only tasting menu.  And these 2 were not fooling around.  And despite being more of a savory girl myself, I would do eat every bite they gave me again in a heartbeat.

Obolsky's lime mousse with lemon verbena gele, raspberry, graham crumble, and crispy meringues
Obolsky’s lime mousse with lemon verbena gele, raspberry, graham crumble, and crispy meringues
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Mercury’s chamomile sugar dusted fried dough with hibiscus lemon curd, cream cheese mousse, poppy seeds, and berries

The effortlessly dynamic pair went plate for plate, taking turns at each course.  Obolsky kicked things off with an elevated play on key lime pie (dotted with tiny toasty meringues), that led into Mercury’s fried dough rounds with hibiscus lemon curd (that was a lovely shade of pink). There was then a cheese course with unadorned but beautiful tiger stripe figs, and an unexpectedly refreshing mint vinegar sorbet as an intermezzo.

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Obolsky’s Old Chatham Kinderhook Creek sheep’s milk cheese with black pepper gastrique, candied marcona almonds, and tiger stripe figs
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Mercury’s mint vinegar sorbet with mead foam, concord grape gele, and buttermilk

Already deep into a sugar coma, the final dishes gave no respite. Obolsky’s coconut pavlova with dulce de leche and cubes of tropical fruits and Mercury’s “grown-up” root beer float were both elegant feats not only of flavor but of plating.  It was almost too pretty to eat.  Except that it wasn’t, because I cleaned my plate at every course.

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Obolsky’s coconut pavlova with dulce de leche and tropical fruits

Good meals are always worth sharing.  This one was worth showing off so that you might find your way into either of these chef’s restaurants to eat anything they are making.  I would happily take on another sugar rush at either of their hands.

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Mercury’s “grown-up” root beer float: root liquor ice cream, bourbon cake, vanilla foam, root beer gastrique, and mascarpone
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a sweet finish

rosé all day

For too long now I have neglected to give proper attention to the “wine” element of “winedinerepeat”. Despite this egregious oversight, I have in fact been actively consuming the stuff so as to further my understanding of it.

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NV Huber ‘Hugo’ Sparkling Rosé from Austria at Puritan & Co bar

Tasting away throughout these lovely sun filled months I have discovered that sparkling rosé was undoubtedly the beverage of the summer.

Pink wines made a strong come back this year, and a welcome one at that. Too often people hear rosé and assume it must be a sweet wine…but that is not always the case. Particularly when they are bubbly. They can be sweet but they can also be dry and flavorful in totally unique ways. Never mind that their ability to accompany some of my favorite summer delicacies (namely seafood and carbs) is remarkable.

NV Côté Mas, Crémant de Limoux Rosé, Languedoc at Row 34
NV Côté Mas, Crémant de Limoux Rosé, Languedoc at Row 34

The cool air is coming and with it will come the strong desires for hearty red wines and dazzling cocktails to keep us warm.  So why not embrace these last few weeks of the season with something pink and sparkly?

Nicolas Feuillatte Brut Rosé at Harvest Cambridge. Paired with the city's best bar bite: the bacon bun.
Nicolas Feuillatte Brut Rosé at Harvest Cambridge. Paired with the city’s best bar bite: the bacon bun.
rosé all day

chronicles of a breakfast addict

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.  I am not sure who they are, but they are right.  For me, few things come close to a perfectly cooked egg or a piece of toast slathered in butter.  I am a glutton for breakfast treats (current addiction being the lemon curd danish at Crema Café in Harvard square…it’s divine), I am addicted to cereal, and I would wear maple syrup as perfume if it wasn’t so sticky.

I could wax poetic on all ways that breakfast is culinary heaven, but instead I shall recount some early morning excursions I’ve been on lately so that you might go off and have your own adventures amidst Boston’s best pancakes, homefries, and the like.

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THE sourdough griddle cakes with honey butter.

Puritan & Company:  Brunch here literally blew my mind. Everything was phenomenal, and we tried the majority of things on the menu.  Highlights were definitely the flawless over easy eggs that topped most of the dishes, the sourdough griddle cakes, and the deconstructed yogurt and fruit parfait.  They even have a central breakfast treat table to display the assorted homemade pastries too.  I want to wake up in their dining room every Sunday morning. Creepy? Maybe. Delicious? Definitely.

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The most perfect sunnyside up eggs with baby chive bits and toasts.
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deconstructed parfait: all the fruit, homemade pear compote, greek yogurt dollop, tasty granola.

                                                                          Boston Brunchers at Brio: I got really lucky and had the chance to attend a brunch at Brio in Chestnut Hill with the Boston Brunchers, a fantastical group of bloggers in Boston that get free brunches about town and then tell the rest of the world about them.  We got a complimentary stint at SoulCycle (which nearly killed me) and we were rewarded with brunch.  There was stuffed French toast, eggs benedict, sweet potato hash and huge bowls of fresh fruit.  The place is lovely and the service was friendly. Great spot for an easy morning meal.

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stuffed berry covered french toast and baby benedicts on decadent biscuits with turkey sausage and spinach…stunningly plated.

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everyone’s favorite dinosaur.

Bagelasaurus: This micro bagel shop lives inside Cutty’s (which is fantastic itself).  On Friday and Saturday mornings Mary Ting Hyatt is making bagels the old school way: from scratch and rolled by hand.  You have to get there practically right at 8am when they open to ensure you can get them before they run out, and even then you’ll likely be waiting in line.  But they are worth getting up early for.  They are unlike any other bagel around…the outside has that ideal crispness that gives way to an airy, chewy interior.  And it doesn’t even require toasting, just a good slathering of schmear. (Edible Boston put Hyatt on the cover of their Winter 2014 edition, and the article is worth the read and littered with ridiculously pretty pictures).

not even doing these beauties justice.
not even doing these beauties justice.

OTHER PLACES OF NOTE: Keltic Krust in Newton (go for the breakfast sandwiches on traditional Irish brown bread); Mul’s Diner in South Boston (epic greasy spoon, cash only, a classic breakfast); Ohlin’s Bakery in Belmont (unreal donuts but not for the faint of heart, these are industrial sized pillows of sugar and joy).

Now accepting any and all breakfast/brunch recommendations.

chronicles of a breakfast addict