Hi there, I’m Leah. I’m cooking, eating and drinking my way through the great state of Maine and writing about it at Mainely Eating, a Maine Food Blog.
Here’s a picture of me with make up and clothes on (usually I’m working from home in my PJs):
25 food-ish things you probably didn’t know about me:
- I’m originally from the UK and I still pine for the many crisp/potato chip flavors that you can’t get in the US, especially roast chicken and sage.
- I can’t leave a supermarket without buying butter.
- My recipe book collection is out of control. Old favorites by Delia Smith fight for space next to coffee-table-food-porn from Thomas Keller and then there are the worn, regularly used books by Nigel Slater, Barbara Lynch and Food 52.
- I’m happiest ending dinner with a cheese plate. I’m also not averse to starting dinner with a cheese plate. I like cheese, a lot.
- Vacations are routinely planned around restaurants I want to visit.
- I’m deadly allergic to pistachio nuts and have to carry an epi-pen with me. So now you know how to kill me.
- Basic boiled rice is my nemesis in the kitchen. I can cook perfect risottos or garlic fried rice but ask me to boil rice and it’s a disaster.
- A perfect day might start with an early morning visit to the Portland Maine Farmers Market, stopping by Eventide for a brown butter lobster roll on the way home to cook my market haul.
- Champagne is my drink of choice followed by a crisp Sauvignon Blanc from the Marlborough region of New Zealand but I can’t eat Indian or Mexican food without a cold beer.
- If I can’t sleep I’ll plan out menus in my head, it makes me happy and sleepy at the same time.
- Having to touch raw meat kind of creeps me out but I’m working on it.
- I’d like to have afternoon tea with Mary Berry (Great British Baking Show).
- Some of my favorite childhood memories involve “midnight feasts” at my grandparents house. My younger brother would be asleep and I’d be allowed to come down for (of all things?!?) a lettuce sandwich.
- My last meal would be my Mom’s lasagne or I’d toast a couple of slices of focaccia, lightly butter them, layer with super thin slices of prosciutto di Palma and then drizzle over good olive oil and a little Maldon sea salt.
- On any given Sunday afternoon in winter, there will likely be a homemade chicken stock or maybe a rich meat bolognese sauce simmering on the stove.
- I adore oysters but don’t like mussels, although I’ll happily dip my bread in the garlic-y juices.
- One of my most memorable meals was at the now-closed Firebird restaurant in New York.
- I vowed to never eat foie gras. That was until I ate the prune-stuffed gnocchi with foie gras sauce at No. 9 Park in Boston, MA.
- I was an incredibly picky eater as a child and my parents would have to pack boxes and boxes of Coco Pops to get me through our annual summers in Italy. I regret this now.
- After reading “Life, on the line” by Grant Achatz, one of my new objectives is to fly to Chicago for dinner at Alinea.
- I’ll can’t/won’t eat egg white on its own, it’s the texture. Scrambled eggs or an omelet are fine but if the egg is poached, fried or boiled I only eat the yolk.
- I love to try new recipes or to use them for inspiration but I’m not a huge fan of following recipes to the letter, I’m more of an “add a bit of this, taste, add a bit more, taste” kind of cook.
- The smell of tarragon or tequila is very upsetting to me.
- I only drink gin and tonic in the summer. My preference is Cold River Gin made right here in Maine or Hendricks with lots of ice, tonic and cucumber or lime.
- Cooking, eating and drinking make me happy.
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