Welcome to Hill Reeves, a blog where I write about the things I cook and bake in NYC.
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Hey, what's up, hello! I'm sitting on my couch while Chloe and Thomas cook me crêpres... how very French. They are both visiting while they prep for their three-month cycling trip across the United States. Me and Dan are being awkward hosts, showing them clips of Pierre Escargot (which is incomprehensible to French-speakers, btw), and shouting "zut alors!" and "chin chin!" when we clink our glasses of bordeaux together.
Turns out I can't make hamantaschen. I've tried so many times, asked experts for recipes, and tried again. But after the gooey, messy attempt that was this year's Purim cookies, I think I'm officially giving up for the time being. I made my dough and followed the rules and let it rest in the fridge overnight. Once I shaped my cooked and stuck em in the oven.... they just pooped out their filling and smooshed all over the place. Ugh!
Hello, everybody! It's happening! I think I want to move to the suburbs. For example, today all I did was: clean out my humidifier, die over Chrissy Tiegen stealing my McDonald's baby shower idea, walk to Marshall's, buy lots of socks and plates at insane discounts, go to Super Stop and Shop, and celebrate with Danny about the $7 sock 6-packs. (Oh and catch up on Broad City.)
Aloha! Happy first day of Spring from snowy New York. I'm sitting up in my bed, with just the glow my laptop and the orangey light from the snowy Queens street lamps illuminating my room. Come at me if you must, but I'm not ready to say goodbye to winter. I love the cold days that force you indoors to hibernate beneath piles of blankets with your (my) Corgi.
Happy Pi Day! To celebrate, I have a pasty for you from my buddy Brian at Krumpli. He's one of my favorite bloggers and I love these bowls of his....? Is that a relevant tidbit? Whatever, it's TRUE! Anyway, check out his site for the most beautiful recipes and stories from his farm in Hungary! I apologize for being weird and asking him for a British recipe, but it worked out, eh?
I made pizza today!! This is huge for me. Possibly the biggest news since my bangs finally grew long enough to stay stuck behind my ear--hallelujah. Back to the pizza. First things first, there's basically no reason to make pizza from scratch when you live in New York. Great pizza is always less than a couple blocks away, often of the one dollar variety. When a good slice is a) close and b) cheap AF, spending time cooking pizza economically makes little sense.
It's snowing in New York. So what better time to share some photos and recommendations from my trip to sunny, gorgeous West Palm Beach!?
Danny's making me moules frites tonight! He learned how to de-beard them and everything. I hear seashells clanking against my Dutch oven and the house smells like bubbly Chardonnay and garlic. Also I started watching that new Hulu show with James Franco, 11.22.63, and I haven't loved a TV show so much since maybe Jane the Virgin, so life is very very good.
Hello from West Palm Beach! I'm visiting my mom and though I'm a person who loves chilly weather and rainy days, it's nice to be in a place where I can have bare legs, if just for a weekend. I love this city (and will post about it soon!). We've walked a bunch along the water, gone to street fairs, and done things that you can't do in New York City like drive to Target and stand barefoot in the ocean in February!!
How was everybody's Valentine's/Galentine's/Singletine's Day? Me and Danny had a marvelous dinner at Maison Premiere in Williamsburg. You might know it as one of the bars seen in Master of None. We had oysters, squid ink pasta, short ribs, salmon, and absinthe cocktails, hubba hubba. All the food made me feel full of love, I think? Certainly THE OYSTERS IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Quick! I have ten minutes while my dogs eat peanut butter to chat about honey bear cakes. The dogs have been demanding my attention constantly... I think because we got these ~excellent~ new leather recliners. I sit in them always because they're ~excellent~, but the chairs are really a one-creature seat, so the dogs are annoyed that they can't climb all over me like they do when I sit on the couch.
Did I tell you that our shower got fixed? I know you're already thinking "wtf kind of reading material is this garbage--a blog about plumbing!?" But it truly was the most momentous event in the past week for me (aside from Beyoncé and those insane Woll Smoth Snapchat filters), so I'm going to get into it.
