Thoughts of Sunshine

13 Mar 2005, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

I heard a bird singing outside my window yesterday, and had a splendid realization that this hideous winter is almost over. I’m fairly certain said bird was buried in last night’s snowstorm, but I thank him/her/it for that moment of joy. Kelly Cline sent me an array of berry shots yesterday, and they left me salivating for fresh berries with sugar and whipped cream. Not to mention the longing I experienced for warm sun on my face, and a slight bit of color to rid myself of this pasty finish. Food photography is meant to inspire such moments of reverie…

An Eye for Beauty

12 Mar 2005, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

Since discovering the work of Kelly Cline, I have been changing over all the pages of Gastronomic Meditations to incorporate her food shots. Her sense of aesthetics is utterly in tune with my own, and her photos lend a complementary air of ethereal beauty to words full of passion for cuisine. In fact, Kelly’s photo of apples and honey inspired the entire redesign of the site from its last incarnation, and to this muse of mine I am most grateful. :) Invariably, when I receive feedback about Gastronomic Meditations, it includes the question, “Where did you get your photography?? I’m…

Carb Lovers Unite

11 Mar 2005, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

I’ve tried to behave. Really, I have. I eat much less bread than I used to, and have made it a point to incorporate whole grains. But have you ever tried to resist a loaf fresh from the oven? When I was in high school, my brother would awake me on Saturday mornings by waving a bag of freshly baked bagels under my nose. It was better than any alarm clock in existence. This month’s issue of Gastronomic Meditations is all about decadence, from bread, bread, and bread, to foie gras. Mmm…foie gras. Don’t be afraid of the carbs. Or…

Turkey Trot

08 Nov 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

Egads, it’s that time again. Time to start preparing The Menu. The Sister and I must soon formulate our strategy, for we will undoubtedly have too many recipes on the wish list, and we’ll have to pare it down to human proportions. Then the Niece will get involved with her own opinions, which we’ll ignore as soon as she leaves the room. We’ve already plied Mom into retirement with a bottle of Bailey’s and a cozy blanket, so all bases are firmly covered. Besides, two Chiefs are more than enough at this pow-wow. Since we have now mastered the art…

Autumn Splendor

25 Oct 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

At long last, my favorite season is here. No more humidity, no more air conditioning. Now it is time to bake. To kick off the harvest season, I returned to the preschool for another session with my favorite little chefs. We made Apple Duff, which is a peeled, cored apple stuffed with raisins and brown sugar, then wrapped in puff pastry. I gave them each a cup of the raisin/sugar mix with which to stuff their apples, then set about helping each of them to wrap it all in the dough. By the time I got halfway around the table,…

Summer Lust

18 Aug 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

Tempting, luscious tomato, why do you torture me? My spirit is counting the minutes ’til you cast aside your shades of green, the verdant reflections of my jealousy. I envy the vine’s hold on you, its power to keep you captive, and long for it to release you to me. For then I shall partake of your splendor, the craving for which drives my soul through the hot months of summer. Each day is an eternity without the taste of you. How I long to bathe you in luxurious oils, releasing your succulent juices and fulfilling my hunger once more….

Michael Newberry

17 Jul 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

I met a new friend in Vancouver, one who I hope will be in my life for a long time to come. His name is Michael Newberry, and he is an internationally renowned artist whose work lights my soul on fire. The vividness of the hues in his paintings is like no other I’ve seen, and his canvases radiate with luminosity. In the end, I discovered that his paintings are merely a reflection of his soul. Not surprisingly, Michael and I bonded over cuisine. The first night of the conference he said to me, “Aren’t you the gourmet?” Our conversation…

That Dear Old, Dirty Town

28 Jun 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

I’ve enjoyed spending the last few months in the bucolic tranquility of the Hudson Valley, and am glad I took the time to do so. However, I’ve discovered that a solitary work existence is not my ideal. As someone who has always thrived on a bit of chaos, I’m finding that the lack of it can be debilitating. I’m not sure what this says about me, nor am I sure I want to. I tend to be somewhat fidgety by nature, so it soothed my soul to return to a kitchen environment where there was controlled chaos all around me….

On Food and Sensuality

21 Apr 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food, sensuality

I am often amused by the reaction I get by expressing how closely food and sensuality are related. During a recent cooking class, I was enamored with the sight and texture of a decadent custard we had just prepared. As I drizzled the pearlescent yellow cream over a dish of succulent strawberries, I couldn’t help but to comment aloud, “This, right here, is sex on a plate.” There were some puzzled looks.

A Salute to Success

05 Mar 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

Dear Ms. Stewart, As a female entrepreneur who has often been called impatient, intolerant, unforgiving, ruthless and any other diatribe of slurs, I’d like to salute you for maintaining your grace when others would relish in seeing your breakdown. In that respect, you did not let them win. Few understand what it takes to achieve what you have — we entrepreneurs are in awe of it. It is those who could never achieve it who are the most vindictive, and they are eager to see you squirm. I take great delight in your response, whether it be a casual throw…

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man…

27 Feb 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

I never thought I would say this, but I’ve come to hate birthday cake. Of course, it is entirely my fault. I was foolish enough to make my godson’s cake for his birthday, and now have a list of requests for the rest of the family calendar year. Did I mention that we have had three family birthdays in the past week? Now, I could understand the enthusiasm if my cakes were a sight to behold. However, the first two were not exactly bakery quality, what with the melting whipped cream icing, sliding layers and other monstrosities. You may be…

An Ode to Bread

16 Feb 2004, Posted by Jennifer Iannolo in food

Bread. The staff of life. It has captured my imagination for the past week, and I am happy to report that my loaves have been unexpectedly successful. I started out with simple wheat and white breads, but yesterday I turned artisan and made rye and pumpernickel. The rye is gorgeous — it tastes like a genuine, New York Jewish rye. And the smell…it has a sublime but subtle scent of onion that makes me swoon. I sent a loaf to my sister yesterday, fresh from the oven, and as luck would have it she had bought some corned beef that…