I am still floating slightly above the earth. In case you missed my giddy announcement on Facebook recently – a.k.a the yelp-heard-round-the-world: “I made the cover!” and, (gasp!) “They gave me a seven page spread!,” please allow me to gush.
In December, the editor of a local magazine, Columbia Living, asked me if I would be interested in doing a Valentine’s Day food spread in her magazine. Would I? Oh, I would. You bet your sweet red beating heart I would. And so I did.
I spent the next six days thinking up romantic and easy Valentine’s Day dish ideas. In the process, I found out that Rich’s favorite dessert is cherry pie. If I may insert a fact here >> In the fifteen years that we have known each other, this was the first he’d ever mentioned cherry pie. In fact, I’d never seen him order, eat or buy a cherry pie. Apparently, my guy is the silent type.
Over those six days, Rich ate all the mini cherry pies and pastries his heart has ever desired. He also taste-tested fresh ricotta made with lemon, different vinegars, buttermilk and varying cream weights. When he gave me the thumbs up on a recipe, I knew I’d captured that special balance of method and ingredients.
THE BIG SHOOT
I pretended I was Ina Garten. Seriously. What’s life without a little make-believe? I spent a long weekend cooking and snapping photos (over 500!) in my not-exactly-in-The-Hamptons kitchen. By Monday, I was exhausted, but I was thankfully finished. I offered up five recipes and a dozen of my photos and then I waited. And waited. And waited.
OH HAPPY HAPPY DAY
Fast forward to the last Friday in January. While blindly searching around my eye doctor’s lobby for a new pair of glasses, a vision appears before my blurry eyes– my cherry pie pastry on the cover of a magazine! And it’s pretty. Oh, so pretty in print. That’s when I let out the yelp-heard-round-the-world and floated up a few inches off the floor.
I hoard magazines. Please tell me you do, too. I only subscribe to a few, but I buy more than I can possibly read each month. I have stacks of them towering all over my house. I find it difficult to part with them. The tease of a glossy cover filled with 7, 22 or 56 life-changing tips gets me every time.
My idea of the perfect playing-hooky morning is cozying up in a chair at my local bookstore with a hot paper cup of cappuccino, a few tasty novels and a stack of newly-ripe magazines. So it was all the more perfect to walk into Barnes and Noble this past Friday and see my Cherry Pie Love Note sitting all pretty next to the big boys’ cover photos. I could get used to that. The floating is nice, too.