I managed to make some extra special chicken stock.
Next, ginger dumpling soup with dumplings from Chinatown (the ginger too, for that matter, and the shitakes and the cilantro and the shaved carrots and the sesame chili oil).
The ginger turned out perfect -- young and tender and aromatic, perfect for mincing. The whole house was fragrant with ginger running through the freshly created stock that burbled for a few hours previously.
This week is dinner at home only tonight, Tuesday and Wednesday. My B-Day tomorrow (Grant's Tomb and the Met's Egyptian Galleries, as we're still deep in Ancient Egypt's arrow and cyclical time schemes, and with tomorrow a holiday, the Met will be open tomorrow. I'll finally get to take photos of Grant's Tomb, since Vaquero finally replaced the camera he lost this previous autumn). Thursday is the Frederick Douglas Award dinner for best black history of 2007. I thought we had to go to Yale for that, but it's here, which is great. Friday is dinner at a friend's where a writer who is working on a history of the downtown music scene of yore wants to interview some of us who were there.. Saturday is a another friend's book party. So some ginger dumpling soup on hand will be a good idea.
We got a Leicester cheese yesterday at Gourmet Garage that is so rich it's frightening. It isn't a healthy thing at all. Probably we should be drinking port with it. It's dessert really, not cheese!