The Secret To A Perfect Pie Crust
If you think back to the best pie you’ve ever had, with the flakiest crust, there’s a good possibility the crust was made from leaf lard. Leaf lard is the highest grade of lard and is obtained from the fat deposit around the kidneys and inside the loin of a pig.
Inspired by Pies
Photography by Chia Chong Words and Styling by Libbie Summers It’s a holiday miracle. Two weeks prior to Thanksgiving all cake lovers seemingly become pie lovers. Then, as fast as […]
Julia’s Mousse Au Chocolate
I own over two hundred cookbooks.I covet two.
The author of both is Julia Child.
Ka-KOW!
I have a girl crush on Kristen Hard, founder/chocolate maker of Cacao Atlanta (pronounced ka-KOW! if you’re as excitable as I am). It was inevitable. Along with air, wine and “E! News,” I can’t live without chocolate.
Inspired by Chocolate
Food is our trigger to all design. Its color may inform our fashion, its texture may inform our artwork. Its shape may inform our interiors and its flavor will always inform our table. In honor of Valentine’s Day, for the next two weeks our inspiration is chocolate. From bean to bar we celebrate the flavor of love.
Growing up with a Korean Grandma
Most kids watched Teletubbies, I watched Korean soaps.
Heaven’s Homestead
Words by Andrea Goto Photography by Chia Chong Ho Shim is worried that I’m hungry. Even after I tell her I had a sandwich not 20 minutes earlier, she frowns and […]
Inspired by Korean Food
Photography by Chia Chong Recognizing you are experiencing a special moment in your life is the second gift.
A Roasting Revolutionary
So there’s this guy in Athens, Georgia, making a living washing dishes and playing in a band. He could marry his long-term girlfriend and settle down, but that would be too conventional. And when you’re an early twenties dishwashing drummer with an unarticulated dream, you expect more from life.
A lot of stories begin like this and most end shortly thereafter with a bloated and lonely middle-aged man eating Slim Jims and playing World of Warcraft on his mom’s calico sofa. That is, unless you’re Philip Brown.
