I’m happy to announce that you can now find even more happy hour inspiration from me over on Serious Eats. I’ll be writing a weekly column called Drinking in Season. Since many of my cocktails are inspired by my farmer’s market finds, I’m pretty dang excited to share more unique, seasonal drinks with you and a whole new group of readers.
I’m still planning on posting a weekly happy hour on Eat Make Read, so that means that you’ll get twice the inspiration each week. Unfortunately I’m still adjusting to this little arrangement so this week is the oddball exception to that, but I promise, this drink is worth the trip over to Serious Eats.
Cheers! To making it happen, twice the tasty drinks and a nice, relaxing weekend!
Check out my recipe for a Balsamic Strawberry Smash on Serious Eats.
















sour cherry pie
Last week I was casually walking through the Union Square Greenmarket when I saw a giant pile of sour cherries. I didn’t waste a minute filling a bag full of them—in fact, I got two bags of them because I’ve been waiting for these puppies for way too long.
It must’ve been two years ago when I was reading through one of my favorite blogs, Lottie + Doof and Tim was professing his love for sour cherries. I immediately wanted to run out and get some, but by the time I finally got around to doing it, it was too late because the sour cherry season is painfully short. And then the same thing happened last year. Two years later, I’ve got two pounds of sour cherries and I’m ready. So I tweeted Tim, asking for his recommendation—sour cherry coffee cake or sour cherry pie? His vote was for pie, so even though I’d never made a fruit pie, I figured there was no better time to try my hand.
I got to work making the crust, pitting the cherries (damn those pits!) and I even made fancy lattice work on top. I’m not going to lie, I was a little nervous. But really, there wasn’t much to be nervous about. I kept a pretty good eye on it, making sure that the crust didn’t burn by making a foil crown for the edges. In no time the sweet smell of cherry pie was drifting through my house and I was pumped. There’s no way something that smelled that good could not taste good. Continue reading »