Like almost everyone I know, I love ramen and eat it often. I find it even more irresistible when the weather is rainy and chilly. Then, just try to keep me away from a big bowl of noodles and throat-soothing, savory broth. I dare you. I fell in love with ramen in earnest while living in the East Village in New York City. As luck would have it, the wonderful, postage-stamp sized ramen spot Minca was just a few blocks away. People came from all over to wait outside, no matter the weather, for a chance to sidle up to their bar overlooking the tiny open kitchen or to squeeze into a table and hunch over a bowl of rich, slurpy, nuclear-hot heaven.
Salmon bisque has, perhaps oddly enough, figured frequently into my happy childhood memories of dining out on vacation with my family. I absolutely gorged myself on it when in Alaska–literally, much to our tour guide’s amusement I scraped the bottom of a cauldron full of salmon bisque after getting not just seconds, but thirds
Whenever I’m feeling a little under the weather, this is what I crave. It’s light and yet hearty, rich and yet not overwhelming, healthy and yet feels indulgent; it’s a gorgeous combination of flavors and textures that I can slurp by the bowlful. It’s a simple soup that makes a huge quantity to have on hand in the freezer and fridge, that requires only a few
Though I’ve never quite been one of those people who secretly love to dig a spoon down into a container of peanut butter and savor it just like that, I do have a very soft spot in my heart for this uniquely American spread. And sometimes there is simply nothing that hits the spot more than a warm, almost-falling-apart peanut butter cookie—crusty with sugar on the outside and gooey tender on the inside, topped with those kitschy but oh-so necessary crosshatches—and a tall glass of ice cold milk.