A fruit bread of sorts. The Germans call it stolen, and I call it lovely. It's a light and airy sweet bread, laden with fruit soaked in rum. It's finished with a dusting of powdered sugar and enjoyed with a touch of butter and a dollop of cream.
Now lets talk about this soup and all of the delicious bits that is encompasses. I made this lemony, white bean, kale, and pasta soup for the first time over the Christmas holidays, after a trip to the grocery store, a handful of my favorite ingredients thrown into a basket. I had just received the book Jerusalem as a gift, and was busy bookmarking the dishes I was most eager to try.
Lately, I've been thinking about my travels. Recreating scenes, flavors, moments in my mind. Last week, I saw two tiny plastic chairs on the sidewalk, and I was overwhelmed with a certain feeling of nostalgia. Some days I just crave the chaos and unpredictability of travel, and today that craving was particularly strong.