while my butter gently weeps
As it keeps, new butter weeps into the parchment paper wrapper—throwing off milk droplets—and it melts gracefully into warm bread with a crispy crust.
Steadying food for a morning after floating through courses at Sra. Martinez in the Miami Design District last night with Jessica, who is one of my favorite people to explore menus with:
Look beyond the cheese plate (Manchego, Valderon, Murcia al Vino) to the crispy artichokes, quartered with their stems and just right with a Lavender Sidecar—a reminder that something fried with a light touch is a good beginning to a series of small plates,
and then there was a salad with dark roasted beets (think how beautiful this would be with Chioggias), purpled apple slices (I imagine, like the Murcia cheese, soaked in wine), a piped star of blue cheese and almonds.
The kitchen sent out spiced corn, a vegetable dish to rival the beets (don’t bother with the brussels or the sweet potatoes on the menu), and then a chocolate cake that, as Jess explains, we saved until most of the yogurt ice cream had melted into the accompanying basil oil and tomato marmalade—that, like Miami at its best, was strangely beautiful and a surprise…
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Posted by Kristen Taylor on Sunday, April 26th, 2009, 11:46 am * Filed in Drink, Food, miami, restaurant. * Tags: banana, bread, butter, cooking, Food, kitchen, kristen, kthread, martinez, miami, restaurant, sra, taylor. Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
April 26th, 2009 at 11:01 pm
It’s finally (unseasonably) hot here in the Midwest, but your pictures of fresh, warm banana bread with homemade butter still make my mouth water. Your butter can weep on my shoulder (=in my mouth) any day.
April 27th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
Mica, we’ll make butter in Chicago with the wonderful cream from the Green City Market this summer, when it is seasonably warm :)