Tonight I made paczki‘s for Fat Tuesday tomorrow. Growing up in Michigan the grocery store and bakeries sell these treats like crazy this time of year and I absolutely love them! But out here in Denver its another story—nobody knows what they are!! I decided I won’t go another Fat Tuesday with out them so I made them myself. The process isn’t extremely hard but it is long, but the time was worth it because they turned out fabulous. I just had a raspberry filling with powder sugar, the absolute best variation of paczki, but I also made strawberry and blueberry filling with either a coating of granulated sugar or powder sugar.
Happy St. Patty’s Day! I hope everyone wore green today, had some corned beef, and drank a Guinness. Denver celebrated St. Patty’s day this weekend so my friends and I set out on the town for some good ole Irish drinking on Saturday.
On actual St. Patty’s Day though I celebrated with Irish food. Well American Irish food that is. Most of you probably don’t know but corned and cabbage actually originated in New York. The traditional Irish stew that adapted in the states originally had pork and potatoes in it. Pork was pretty expensive in the states so beef became the alternative and cabbage was also a cheaper option for the Irish families.
Into the crock pot it went. Most amazing kitchen equipment ever; put vegetables and meat in a pot and let it cook all day so you have an amazing meal waiting for you when you get home.
When I first decided I wanted to be a food writer it was because of my love of food. Whether it be McDonalds, airplane food, or a five star restaurant I had a simple respect for all food. I hate to admit it but I am starting to become more picky. I find myself eating at restaurants being disappointed or thinking to myself I could have made this better. I really hate that because I feel like I have lost a part of my food innocence. Now I’m older more mature and experienced with my food trying’s and I just can’t have the same respect for all foods. It’s almost like being young and liking a boy for the first time. When you are young you’ll put up with anything, bad kisser who drools on you, someone who never calls; you get where I am going but now I have standards. Don’t worry I still love airplane food. With that said Acorn brought me back to my food youth. If you are looking for the best dinner in Denver you have to eat at Acorn. Last Thursday my sister took my brother-in-law to Acorn for his birthday dinner and I got to tag along. It was incredible.
I was blown away. My taste buds were wowed it was that good. Let me paint you a little picture of how our meal went. It was like we ate all over the world. We ordered six small plates then one large plate. After a MOMO RiNo cocktail got me going we began with the crispy egg and applewood smoke bacon salad. It was covered in shaved cheese which had a smoky flavor to it. Next came the ricotta gnudi. It was a more dense pillow like dumpling with the most light wild mushroom sauce. It was light then heavy then light again. Your mind was blown with every bite. Then we had the tomato braised meatballs, the lamb swarma, that had a tzatziki sauce that made me feel like I was back in Greece, and we finished out meat round with the oak smoked duck breast. Just when we thought we were full the Nantucket bay scallop crudo “new style” was put on our table. Raw scallops chopped up and topped with brown butter, chives, and radish. They were so sweet and succulent and so refreshing. As soon as you would swallow, you would immediately need another bite to get that flavor and gentle texture back in your mouth.
We ordered the tender belly pork porterhouse for our large plate and it was just as tasty as the rest. It was surrounded by Yukon gold potatoes, yellow foot mushrooms and tons of shishito peppers.
(I apologize for any blurry pictures, it was too good to take the time to focus the camera)
Dinner ended with a butterscotch pudding as a suggestion by our waiter. Our waiter was just as amazing. Not pretentious but very real and of course knowledgeable and was able to give real suggestions.
I don’t have one bad thing to say. If you are hungry go to Acorn now.
Happy Chinese New Year!! It is the year of the horse; out with the snake and in with the horse. Today is the first day of the 15 day celebration for the new year. So put on your best red clothes for good luck and cook up one of these recipes if you aren’t headed out to a restaurant!
I turned 25 last week. I have officially hit the 25 years old milestone. According to Skype I am now 25 and some. That is what it says in my profile. Thanks Skype for reminding me that I’m old and not just that I’m 25, I am more than 25. Turning 25 feels weird. I feel like I have to have my life together now. I can’t say “oh well I did that because I’m 24,” or I feel that I can no longer think I’m going to move every couple of months. 25 is serious business. Luckily the way my birthday turned out, it doesn’t seem like its going to be that bad—key words that bad ;).
My birthday, January 16th, started the very long stretch of birthdays of the people of love. February has a birthday every weekend, so you can expect lots of birthday dessert pictures to come. This post is from my birthday where I celebrated at D Bar in Denver. If you live in Denver and have not gone yet, go immediately! I had espresso soufflé. They also have amazing cookies and milk and cake and milkshakes. I also got a birthday shot; cake flavored vodka with a coated rim of sprinkles.
I think my sister takes the win for the best face in this one :)
The next day my sister kept the birthday love going and had me and my best friend Allegra (she’s a frequent model for this blog) over. We started with cheese then Kara surprised me by cooking paella! It was seriously so good! For dessert we had an almond cake with whip cream and topped with slices of clementines. If getting old means you get to eat like this I guess turning 25 isn’t that bad…
Henry always has to make an appearance! He is getting so big! John, my brother-in-law is teaching him how to fetch a frisbee.