Lemon chicken + mashed potatoes…and intersecting dreams.

Have you ever had that feeling that various parts of your life have intersected perfectly?

A few days ago I experienced this.

Years ago, when I lived in Cambridge, Massachusetts, I used to sit in the front row of the Brattle Street movie theatre with my then boyfriend watching movies and munching on popcorn.

A few nights ago I sat in the back row of the same theatre with a friend who’s a movie producer, along with his friends and family, to watch the premier of Plimpton! Starring George Plimpton as Himself. I couldn’t help but look at the front row and think back to the past, back to my younger self who had so many dreams involving books and movies and other big things.

As I was watching the movie (to read about the amazing man that is George Plimpton, click here), I was so taken by George Plimpton…his absolute gusto for life. George, who founded the literary magazine The Paris Review, was larger than life and followed—and lived—his dreams.

My dreams from back then may have changed a bit, but they still exist—and new ones have formed.

What is life if we can’t dream big?

I remember the old boyfriend with whom I watched hundreds of movies, made me stationery that said (pretentiously), “cineaste,” because I had this idea in my head that I wanted to be involved in movies.

It was an interesting juxtaposition to see my old dreamy self in the front row and my current (still dreaming) self in the back row with people who love (and make movies) and thinking of my current dreams—plus my best creation thus far: the little pumpkin I had four years ago.

So how does all this lead to lemon chicken + mashed potatoes? Earlier that day, I’d cooked lunch for my family and while at the movie I realized so many dreams have come true, that various parts of my life are intersecting the way I’d dreamt they would. And I have faith the new ones will, too.

Lemon chicken
Serves 8-10
This recipe is from The Mom 100 Cookbook by Katie Workman, founder and editor of Cookstr.com. I met Katie recently at a cooking demo with chef Marco Canora, (which I’ll be writing about soon). Katie’s book, The Mom 100 Cookbook, is filled with tons of family-friendly recipes. Since I was out of town for the weekend, I figured I’d make this chicken recipe for my parents, sister and our kids. Katie had adapted the recipe from Rao’s, which is an old-school Italian restaurant up in Harlem. Apparently it’s one of the most popular dishes there, and now it’s going to be popular in my kitchen, too.

Oh, and be sure to pour some lemon sauce over the mashed potatoes. You’ll thank me later!

1 cup of fresh lemon juice (from 4 to 6 lemons)
2/3 cup of olive oil 1 tablespoon of red wine vinegar
2 teaspoons of finely minced garlic
1 teaspoon of dried oregano or thyme
Coarse salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground pepper
4 bone-in chicken breast halves with skin (2-2 1/2 pounds)
6 bone-in chicken thighs with skin (2 1/2 – 3 pounds)
1/4 cup Italian flat-leaf parsley (optional)

Preheat the broiler with the rack placed about 8 inches away from the heat source.

Put the lemon juice, olive oil, red wine vinegar, garlic, oregano or thyme, 1/2 teaspoon of salt, and 1/4 teaspoon of pepper in a container with a lid and shake well to blend.

PLace the chicken pieces skin side down on a rimmed baking sheet and salt them lightly. Broil for 15 minutes. Turn the pieces, lightly salt them, and broil them until the skin is crisp and golden brown and the juices run clear when the pieces are pierced with a fork, 15 to 20 minutes longer.

Remove the chicken from the broiler, leaving the broiler on. Cut the breast and thighs in half, if necessary (I’d bought them already cut). Pour off all but 1 tablespoon of fat.

Shake the lemon sauce again and pour it over the chicken. Turn the pieces over so they are evenly coated with the sauce, making sure all of the pieces end up skin side down.

Broil the chicken until it has browned a bit more, another 2 minutes, then turn the pieces skin side up and broil them until the skin is browned a bit more, about 3 minutes longer. Remove the chicken from the baking sheet, and if you’re using parsley, stir it in the sauce still in the baking sheet. Pour the sauce over the chicken and serve.

Mashed potatoes
I make mashed potatoes by taste and I suggest you do the same. For our Sunday lunch, I peeled (thank you to my sister) and boiled about 12 potatoes. Once I drained those, I added 2 sticks of butter, about 1/2 cup of milk (and a bit more as I mashed them). I mashed the potatoes using my sister’s old-fashioned masher. The result was lumpy potatoes, just the way we like them.

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Food. Travel. Memory. {Part 5}

Welcome to Part 5 of Food. Travel. Memory. Whenever I travel it’s the food memories that stick out: the Peking duck I enjoy whenever I visit my BFF in Washington, D.C., the all-truffle Valentine’s dinner in Assisi, being wined + dined in Costa Rica with new friends, the fish tacos in Belize…the list goes on.

So I’ve asked others their favorite food/travel memories.

To read Part 1 click here
Here for Part 2.
Here for Part 3.
Here for Part 4.

Enjoy this unique (and tasty) memory—and be sure to share yours in the comments below or over on The Busy Hedonist Facebook Page.Tracey Ceurvels

Stormy + her grandmother


It was the best mushroom soup I’d ever eaten (and nothing has compared since), followed by a crepe-like dessert filled with chopped hazelnuts and rich chocolate melted a flambé. It was sumptuous – though the word wasn’t a part of my then 11-year old vocabulary. And, it was my first experience of food beyond the grocery store and the fruit tree orchard behind my rural Utah home. The meal is burned into my memory and left a lasting impression on my taste buds.


My grandmother, a school teacher and unrepentant wanderer, had offered to take me with her on a tour of Eastern Europe in the days when the Wall still stood. When we weren’t getting lost in the streets of Prague, taking in views of the Danube, crossing through Checkpoint Charlie into East Berlin, or listening to legends of Krakowvian dragons and the spirits of the salt mines, we drove and we ate. Some food was as good as what I described above, but we also had our share of continental hotel breakfasts.

Each morning after eating, my grandmother would wrap extra food, in cloth napkins no less, from the buffet and put it in her purse. A snack for later, she said. I was embarrassed by this – as only an adolescent can be – until, one afternoon, I noticed a man pick something up off a ledge where my grandmother had been, shyly glance our way, and sit down to hungrily consume its contents. Pleasure, hunger, indulgence, need, and most importantly, compassion; this trip was my introduction to the world and all of the complex and sad and wonderful things that it comprises. This is also burned into my memory, but left a legacy of action that drives the work I do today.
Stormy Sweitzer, Maoomba.com—Real food for active lives

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Top ten must-eat sweets in NYC

Enjoy this guest post by Amy Thomas, author of the recently-published book: Paris, My Sweet: A Year in the City of Light (and Dark Chocolate).

Trying to pick the best sweets in New York City no easy task. For me, it depends on so many things such as the neighborhood I’m in, the time of day, the season, my mood, and if I’m wearing an elastic waistband. But, it’s a fun and important exercise to conduct every few months as there are constantly new introductions around town. As of late, here are my Top 10 sweets (in no particular order).—Amy Thomas

Photo courtesy of Levain Bakery


1. Levain’s six-ounce uber decadent chocolate chip walnut cookie. I love the savory-sweet balance and the middle that is almost raw cookie dough. Perfection.

Patisserie Claude


2. Pain au chocolat from Patisserie Claude. Early morning, when they’re still warm and melty is best. In fact, it’s heaven. (Other great croissants are City Bakery’s pretzel croissant and Café Margot’s almond croissant.)

3. The chocolate bread pudding from Dessert Truck. I am a sucker for bread pudding and this version is warm and spongy with a beautiful molten middle that’s topped with crème anglaise.

The chocolate Elvis from The Spot.


4. Cupcakes from The Spot. Inventive flavors like berry chocolate, mocha caramel with Malden sea salt, vanilla yuzu lemon, and vanilla caramel Viennese coffee, were created by one of my favorite pastry chefs, Pichet Ong. They’re not to be missed.

Photo courtesy of City Bakery.


5. City Bakery’s peanut butter cookies. Wee scoops of peanut butter batter, baked to moist, savory perfection. They pack a punch.


6 Macarons from Bosie Tea Parlor. The pastry chef, Damien Herggott, worked at Pierre Hermé for four years and with every bite of one of his delicate, double-decker treats, you know it’s the real deal.

Creme brûlée from Kee's Chocolates


7. The crème brulée truffle at Kee’s Chocolates. Kee makes all kinds of wonderful bonbons, but this one is exceptionally decadent. It has a thin, crisp shell that hides an interior of soft, sweet and creamy crème brulée. Dessert in a bite.

8. The chocolate blackout cake doughnut from Doughnut Plant. Yes, it’s as dense and naughty as its name implies.

9 Tarte Tatin at Buvette. This lovely French-Italian bar in the West Village does everything right, and the tarte tatin, a French classic, is no exception. The contrast of the sweet caramely apples and refined crème anglaise is pitch-perfect.

Photo courtesy of DKA.


10 Dominique’s Kouign Amanns (DKAs) from the Dominique Ansel bakery in Soho. These are the most buttery French pastries you could ever imagine, made chewy and sweet from caramelized sugar. Definitely not for the faint at heart.

Learn more about Amy Thomas’s sweet tooth (and the fun she had living in Paris) in my Q&A on The Gourmet Food Blog at Dean & Deluca or visit her site, Sweet Freak.

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What do birthday cakes + the Statue of Liberty have in common?

This is the story of a girl who loves cake + the Statue of Liberty, a girl who also loves to paint, play games, put puzzles together and who loves the whale at the Museum of Natural History, the Alice in Wonderland statue in Central Park and running around the Egyptian wing at the Met. Since she was about two, S has waved to the statue whenever she sees her and often pretends to have “a torch, a book and a crown.”

For her 4th birthday on Monday, we took her to see Lady Liberty, playing tourists in our own city. The wind was furious that day, but we were determined and didn’t care much that we got splashed with water. On the way over we met a lovely woman who arrived in Ellis Island from Germany in 1928 and who worked in the Empire State building until 1945. Her 90-year old husband (they’ve been married 67 years!) sat quietly next to her while we chatted.

At precisely 10:59, the moment S was born in 2008, the ferry approached land, and S and I kissed.

We walked around Lady Liberty’s perimeter and tried taking many photos but the winds were mighty that day. Thankfully, we captured a few moments of our time there.

On the ferry ride back we met a lovely English woman who now lives in Switzerland, along with her daughter, an engineer. They were happy we shared our Carr’s “biscuits” with them.

It can be fun playing tourist in your own city.

Sipping chai tea—like mother, like daughter


We enjoyed afternoon tea and ordered “The Mad Hatter” at Alice’s Tea Cup, which consists of tea, scones, sandwiches and cookies—not a vegetable in site, which I’m sure S found amusing.

Little S sipped chai tea with milk and honey. Along with my cup of tea, I devoured a sea salt caramel chocolate scone.

The next day I baked a cake for S’s birthday party at nursery school.

The whir of butter and sugar mixing together is a sweet site.


I made buttercream frosting using the requested color (I want blue! Choosing a “blue” that resembled the color of the Statue of Liberty was not planned, but perhaps an unconscious choice.), with non-toxic icing color I picked up at one of my favorite stores: New York City Cake & Baking Supplies.


The edible gold dust looks nice on teal. S agreed.


S, the now 4-year old girl who loves cake and the Statue of Liberty, made a wish and blew out the candles.

Traditional Vanilla Birthday Cake from The Magnolia Bakery Cookbook
by Jennifer Appel + Alyssa Torey

Ingredients
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
2 cups of sugar
4 large eggs, at room temperature
1 1/2 cups self-rising flour
1 1/4 cups of all-purpose flour
1 cup of milk
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

Make the cake
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Grease and lightly flour three 9 X 2-inch round cake pans, then line the bottoms with waxed paper.

In a large bowl, on the medium speed of an electric mixer, cream the butter until smooth. Add the sugar gradually and beat until fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Combine the flours and add it in four parts, alternating with the milk and the vanilla. Divide batter among cake pans. Bake for 20-25 minutes or until cake tester inserted comes out clean. Cool cakes in pan for 10 minutes, then remove and cool completely on wire racks.

Traditional Vanilla Buttercream

Ingredients
1 cup of unsalted butter, very soft
8 cups of confectioners’ sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla

Make the icing
Place butter in large mixing bowl. Add 4 cups of sugar and then the milk and vanilla. Beat until smooth and creamy. Gradually add the remaining sugar, 1 cup at a time, until icing is thick consistency. If desired, add a few drops of food coloring and mix thoroughly. Icing can be chilled in airtight container up to three days but use at room temperature.

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Food. Travel. Memory. {Part 4}

Welcome to Part 4 of Food. Travel. Memory. Whenever I travel it’s the food memories that stick out: the Peking duck I enjoy whenever I visit my BFF in Washington, D.C., the all-truffle Valentine’s dinner in Assisi, being wined + dined in Costa Rica with new friends, the fish tacos in Belize…the list goes on.

So I’ve asked others their favorite food/travel memories.

To read Part 1 click here
Here for Part 2.
Here for Part 3.

Enjoy these unique (and tasty) memories—and be sure to share yours in the comments below or over on The Busy Hedonist Facebook Page.Tracey Ceurvels

Photo courtesy of Patricia Scarpin.

Eating Asado (Uruguayan BBQ) meats grilled to perfection on the roof of my former mother-in-law’s house in summer in Uruguay. Cheap red wine, mixed with Coke (don’t try it at home) and Ensalada Russa which is the South American version of potato salad but MUCH better. And my sister-in-law’s Dulce De Leche cake, which is to die for. Dusky sunset, after sitting around on the roof all day waiting for first the wood to be burned, then the coals gathered, then the meat cooked, a meal in Uruguay is like an adventure in fire and wood and animal parts that you would dare not eat normally!
Laura Gates of Surrendering to the Signs

One of my favorites is meeting a group of NASA scientists in very southern Chile, and hanging out with them for a few days drinking orange soda mixed with beer while they talked about their satellite-picture-taking sojourns over Antarctica! I really wish I had taken them up on their invitation to meet them in Greenland the next year. :)
Amy Scott of Nomadtopia

Photo courtesy of My Recipes


One of my favorite memories, and definitely my earliest, is when I was six years old. My family went to Manila, Phillippines to visit my father’s family. It was the first time I had been out of the country and the first time I remember meeting my paternal grandmother, uncle, aunt and extended family. Even at that age I was struck by the clearly delineated class system. When we visited my uncle and aunt, their chauffer picked us up, the butler ushered us inside, the cook served us lunch. We were stiff and on our best behavior, and I remember feeling awed and uncomfortable at the same time. We stayed the month with my grandmother, in her modest home, eating whole fish and rice for breakfast and adobo and pancit for dinner. My grandmother ran a small stand selling sodas, gum and cigarettes. As a boy, my father used to sell individual cigarettes and sticks of gum to make money for food. One of the first days of our visit, my sisters and I were running around in the hot sun, dirt swirling and sticking to our sweaty bodies, laughing. My grandmother gave us each an orange soda. It was the first time I had ever had soda, and it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted in my whole life. That trip spurred my love of travel, people and cultures, and that orange soda was the seed that sprouted my love of food and adventure and the wonders awaiting us.
Monique Valbuena

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Food. Travel. Memory. {Part 3}

Welcome to Part 3 of Food. Travel. Memory. Whenever I travel it’s the food memories that stick out: the Peking duck I enjoy whenever I visit my BFF in Washington, D.C., the all-truffle Valentine’s dinner in Assisi, being wined + dined in Costa Rica with new friends, the fish tacos in Belize…the list goes on.

So I’ve asked others their favorite food/travel memories. To read Part 1 click here and here for Part 2.

Enjoy these unique (and tasty) memories—and be sure to share yours in the comments below or over on The Busy Hedonist Facebook Page.Tracey Ceurvels


One of the funniest food memories was about 15 years ago when I was in Rome. My (ex) husband and I were on our honeymoon. In Rome, we had a private tour of the Vatican Museums before they were open to the public with a family friend, Fr. Allen. We were sent on our way to see the catacombs and had plans to meet Fr. Allen for lunch. He took us to a local place that was run by a husband and wife team. The husband was waiting tables and the wife was the chef. You could tell who wore the pants in the family, since she was about twice his size and completely bossing him around.

Photo courtesy of Cook-Italian.


Our lunch was fantastic, Arugula salad and delicious homemade pasta. We could not finish our meal because there was so much food. In Italy, it is insulting if you don;t clean your plate. Luckily we had Fr. Allen there to explain in Italian that we could not eat another bite but it was delicious. My husband and I loved it so much and we hadn’t had much luck with the food in Rome thus far, so we decided to go back for dinner the next evening. The couple quickly remembered us and kept yelling “Fr. Alley, Fr. Alley” when we walked in (Allen was hard to pronounce. We immediately were served a vat of Chianti and they insisted that instead of sharing, we order our own dishes. Because we didn’t want to offend, my husband and I stuffed ourselves as much as we could to finish the meal. Thinking that was the end of it, they brought us delicious tiramisu on the house followed by limoncello shots. The proprietors did the limoncello shots with us. I can’t explain how we even got out of there, because they kept bringing us wine and limoncello. We waddled back to our hotel, both sick to our stomachs because we had eaten and drank so much. Let’s just say we had a long night of restlessness. Despite feeling horrible for 2 days after, we regarded it as one of the best memories of our entire adventure.
Tracy Willard Matthews of Tracy Matthews Custom Jewelry

Photo courtesy of LifeinItaly.com


I remember: grabbing my wallet and camera from the wicker basket on the front of my bike as I propped it up against the red brick wall of a chocolate shop on the cobble stoned streets of Lucca (in Tuscany). It was a warm sunny day, and I’d just finished cycling around the old Roman wall surrounding the city that’s now turned into a park.
Loralee Hutton of Loraleehutton.com

Photo courtesy of Marie Poulin


Sitting by the port with my husband in Mykonos as the sun was dipping down eating crepes with chocolate syrup!!!!!
Gladys Hedaya of www.picsaloo.com

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Food. Travel. Memory. {Part 2}

Welcome to Part 2 of Food. Travel. Memory. When I travel it’s the food memories that stick out: sipping chocolat chaud while listening to church bells near the Louvre in Paris, eating fish tacos on the beach in Belize, eating porchetta roadside in Umbria, sipping Champagne with dinner and watching fireworks in Cannes, eating Peruvian food with new friends on the Amazon River…the list goes on.

So I’ve asked others their favorite food/travel memories. To read Part 1 click here.

Enjoy these unique (and tasty) memories—and be sure to share yours in the comments below or over on The Busy Hedonist Facebook Page.Tracey Ceurvels

Photo courtesy of Destination 360.

My favorite food memory is enjoying fresh donuts and coffee at the Shangri-La Hotel in New Dehli, India. I would have one every night after dinner as part of my “down time” from work.
Brenda R. Coleman of BrendaRColeman.com

Natasha Wozniak in Durandana, Nepal


I was 19 when I left the U.S. for the first time. I was a girl from a small city in Wisconsin heading to Nepal for an entire year of study abroad. A few weeks into the year, we were sent, in small groups, to villages in the countryside of Nepal. My group ended up in a village in the middle hills of Nepal named Duradanda. Beautiful mountainous terrain covered in rice terraces, with rushing rivers flowing down from the Himalayan peaks that were visible from various points on our path. 


We were housed with families in the villages, and every family grew nearly all the food that they ate, and kept buffalo and chickens for their milk and eggs. Growing up in the Midwest, I had been raised on a diet that heavily featured casseroles with Velveeta and Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup. My arrival in this village represents for me, the awakening of my food life.

Twice a day, I would be called into the kitchen to be served a delicious plate of dal bhat, which is called the Nepali national dish. It was medium grain rice, with dal, and some green vegetables. While the village dal bhat  was not as complex and full of spices as the Kathmandu version, the ingredients sang out to me in their freshness and  the care with which they were grown by this family, in the land around the house.  It was if I had never tasted food before.

As I ate the first serving, and received another helping of rice, I would wait eagerly for the next question, which was “daughter, shall I put some milk and ghee on your plate?”.  If you have ever tried ghee in a jar, I can tell you that this village ghee bears no resemblance to it. Nor did the buffalo milk remind me of anything I had previously been told was milk. The luscious taste of the rice mixed with ghee made me want to have every little drop of it. As with life on any farm, there is generally little pretense or fancy manners, so I straight out asked if it was ok to lick my plate. Yep, in a Nepali farming village, you can lick your plate.

If you ever find yourself in a Nepali farming village, especially one off the tourist path, you can try this food. When you meet a friendly person, just ask them if you can have some dal bhat at their house. Making the gesture of putting your right hand to your mouth with the fingers closed will get the point across if they don’t speak English well. It is customary to eat the meal, and at the end, to offer some payment in a polite way with both hands. And if you see a tall American woman licking her plate, make sure you say hello.
 
Natasha Wozniak
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Loch lomon in Scotland. Photo courtesy of Armin Grewe.


Scotland: in a house we rented on the shore of Loch Lomond in December 2006. National Disaster level flooding hit the area – the Loch was easily a meter above its banks. The Big Guy and I had just walked back from the local co-op with grocery sacks filled with pasta, veggies, and 2-ltr bottles of Strongbow. We sat at the little dining table watching the rain come down in sheets over the loch while making pasta and drinking cider… The sound of the pounding rain, laughter at our situation of being “stuck” in Scotland during horrific floods. I can’t wait to go back and do it all over again (maybe a little less wet, though)
Erin Barwis Balloch

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One luscious bite…introducing the “cluster” by Sue Ann Gleason

Sue Ann Gleason is a true busy hedonist: a food lover, writer and a culinary nutritionist who teaches women how to “take back their plates, one luscious bite at a time.” With her most recent endeavor, the multi-talented Sue Ann can now add chocolatier to her list of passions. She created the “cluster,” an exquisite morsel of 72% single origin chocolate from Madagascar dusted with Vietnamese cinnamon. After one bite, you may want to do what Sue Ann does: carry a tin of the cluster in your handbag.

Here, I speak with Sue Ann about the creation of the cluster:

Tracey: Can you share the story behind the cluster? 
Sue Ann: It’s a funny story. I began my Chocolate for Breakfast adventure with the intention of building a community of chocolate lovers who shared similar viewpoints on pleasure … and permission. I am a culinary nutritionist. My mission is to lighten up the conversation around food and nourishment so that the word “nutrition” embodies a more luscious, less restrictive quality.

Much to my surprise (and delight) the chocolate journey took on a life of its own. As my facebook fan base grew, chocolate makers from all over the world started sending me samples of their chocolates hoping to tease my palate and claim a space in my Top 12 Chocolate Finds ebook. Or, at the very least, on my fan page.

The more chocolate I tasted, the more refined my palate became. Pretty soon I was choosing my chocolate by origin, much like a connoisseur of fine wine develops a more informed and discriminating taste for the grapes of a particular region. It’s not that there is anything wrong with a varietal, it’s just that I became rather enchanted with the nuances of flavor that I had never before experienced in chocolate.

There I was, happily enthralled in this world of chocolate lust, falling in love with the Criollo tree and the flavors of Madagascar, when I got a call from the agent of a jazz singer in New York City. They were getting ready to cut a new CD and one of the songs was called, “Wake up and Live.” He thought it would be fun to send a Chocolate for Breakfast sample with the first two hundred CDs.

“Hi Sue Ann, I’ve been following you on facebook. I love your fan page. Do you make chocolate?” he asked.

“Absolutely. “ I replied, the words spilling out of my mouth before I could catch them and send them scurrying back to the safe place, where reason lives.

“Let me get back to you in a few days.” I said, thinking surely I had lost my mind.

I hung up the phone and immediately called Merideth Cohrs of MC2 Confections, a local chocolatier whose handcrafted chocolate truffles I adored. I asked her if she would be interested in a joint venture. She jumped at the opportunity and our culinary expedition began. Merideth is a truffle artist. I’m a purist. She taught me about tempering. I taught her about “source.” Together we produced what is likely to be one of the most unique products to hit the chocolate market in a very long time.

Tracey: What was your inspiration to create the cluster?
Sue Ann: There are so many chocolate bars on the market. I wanted to create an exquisite little nibble. I also wanted to create a chocolate that I could wholeheartedly promote to my clients—pure, organic, ethically traded, delicious. The clusters are 72% single origin (Madagascar) chocolate morsels studded with crunchy cacao nibs and a dusting of Vietnamese cinnamon to tease out the subtly complex flavor of the chocolate.

I wanted a “portable” product. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a taste for cacao and I’ve had to “settle” for a less-than-stellar piece of chocolate. I used to just assume that as long as a chocolate was at least 70% cacao and organic, it was probably a pretty good choice. Not so. As my palate became more sophisticated I discovered that there is a lot of really poor quality chocolate out there masquerading as “healthy.” Now, I have a darling little canister of clusters with me at all times—a chocolate lover’s dream.

I also wanted to come up with a “unique” chocolate product that represented a symphony of sumptuousness. In other words, I want your palate to sing when you taste it.

Tracey: How long was the process from first thinking of the idea to having it ready for customers?
Sue Ann: The idea was planted at least six months before we actually started playing with the ingredients. We spent a lot of time researching chocolate, talking about packaging options, tasting chocolate samples, and coming up with the design for the label.

Tracey: I love your message of “Chocolate for Breakfast” and how well the cluster resonates this message. Was this intentional?
Sue Ann: Everything about this chocolate is intentional. In fact, we’re calling it “Chocolate with Intention.” The chocolate for breakfast theme began as a chapter in a book I was writing. I found a study conducted by Dr. Daniela Jakubowicz, a clinical professor at Virginia Commonwealth University. She found that sedentary, obese women on a “big breakfast diet” lost almost five times as much weight as did women following a traditional, restrictive low-carbohydrate diet. This was a very interesting and informative study, but my ears really perked up when I saw a piece of chocolate on the breakfast menu. Here’s the science behind that little gem. If you have a small piece of chocolate in the morning when your serotonin levels (feel-good hormones) are high, the brain won’t feel the same serotonin boost. It’s a win-win situation! You’ve allowed yourself the dignity of a treat. It’s part of a meal, rather than a binge-eating episode. (Have you ever eaten an entire box of Girl Scout Cookies in the midst of an afternoon slump?) And, you’re working with your body, not against it. So yes, this cluster would be a perfect addition to your breakfast table!


Tracey: Do you have any words of advice for someone wanting to create their own edible product?
Sue Ann: Merideth had LOTS to share on this question. She says the devil is in the details. In order to turn a dream into a marketable product, you have to go through some administrative processes that can be quite lengthy. You need to incorporate to protect personal assets, particularly important with a food product. You also need to research and obtain state licensing and liability insurance. After that, comes packaging and supplies.

But even more important than all of the administrative and logistical details, her biggest piece of advice to someone who wants to create and sell their own food product is to spend some “real time” in a kitchen as an intern or entry level food prepper to get a feel for what real production looks like.  

You need to know that this is something you really want to do, long term, once the initial excitement has worn off…when it becomes your job…when it becomes work. You have to know that there is enough passion to sustain you through difficult or stressful times. Making and selling your own food product is not just the glamour and creativity you see on reality TV. It is definitely a lot of fun, but it’s also a lot of hard (and repetitive) work. In addition to the creative work, you’ll be prepping ingredients, doing dishes, packaging product, hauling heavy ingredients and working nights and weekends when you’d rather relax.

Once you’ve determined that you’re willing to put up with the devil in the details, GO FOR IT! Meet people, attend events, and get excited about sharing your product with others.  

And be sure to invest in quality ingredients. Your product and your brand will flourish, and so will you.

To purchase the cluster, visit Chocolate for Breakfast.

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The perfect coffee: Notes from Rome

On my quest to find amazing dishes + drinks around the world, this guest post by Nichole Manna takes us to Rome, where coffee is a way of life.—Tracey


When I went to Italy last summer to study, I knew I would taste great wine. But I honestly didn’t think I’d also have great coffee. We landed in Rome on May 14, picked our hotel rooms, mingled with classmates and then immediately hit the nearest coffee spot: Tazza D’Oro. Just a short walk from Hotel Navona, just past the historic Pantheon, Tazza D’Oro would soon become our morning stop before seeing the sights for the next five days—and mid-day stops, pre-dinner stops and occasionally “just for the heck of it.”

On the first day my American mind was still spinning its red, white and blue wheels. I immediately thought the coffee would cost as much as it does at Starbucks, would be made like a Starbucks coffee and would have to be ordered the way one does at Starbucks. Fortunately, I was wrong. Ordering un caffè in Rome is a unique experience.


Tazza D’Oro sits on the left side of a corner facing the Pantheon. There are two doors. Through the first one you see a bar and a couple of tables. Through the second door, you see a cashier and a few gifts to take home. I stepped through the second door and stared at the menu until the woman behind the counter looked anxious.

I walked up to the counter and nervously mumbled, “Un caffè per favore.” She gave me a kind smile, a nod and asked for 1 euro. My mouth almost dropped. That’s only $1.50 for an actual cup of coffee, unheard of where I live.

I handed her my euro and she handed me a slip of white paper on which my order was written. I walked to the bar and handed the slip to the barista. He quickly whipped up my caffè and slid it across the table with some natural sugar.

I poured just a bit of sugar in the caffè and looked around for the creamer. I panicked for a second, reminding myself that I wasn’t in a coffee shop back home, and took the first of many amazing sips of coffee.

It was smooth. It was warm. It gave me a rush of energy. Unlike the burnt and scolding hot coffee we often pay way far too much for—this coffee was perfect.

Nichole Manna is a Journalism student at Middle Tennessee State University who will be graduating in December 2012. In 2011 she studied in Italy. Nichole is currently interning at www.travelated.com.

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Food. Travel. Memory. {Part 1}

When I travel it’s the food memories that stick out: sipping chocolat chaud while listening to church bells near the Louvre in Paris, eating fish tacos on the beach in Belize, eating porchetta roadside in Umbria, sipping Champagne with dinner and watching fireworks in Cannes, eating Peruvian food with new friends on the Amazon River…the list goes on.

So I’ve asked others their favorite food/travel memories.

Enjoy these unique (and tasty) memories—and be sure to share yours in the comments below or over onThe Busy Hedonist Facebook Page.Tracey Ceurvels


An Easter lunch at my friend’s house in the hills outside Florence. Long tables…eating off the land…everything we ate had been grown on their farm or had been made by them: chickens that had been killed that day (yuck now that I think about it), potato tortelli di Mugello, fava beans, some other kind of meat I think I blocked out, their own wine and homemade grappa. We ate for hours, laughing, being, connecting and then we took a walk through the hills and ate leftovers at dinner time.
Carmel d’Arienzo of Bella Vita Living


One of my earliest food memory was when we were traveling in Europe (I might’ve been 9), we were in Athens, Greece. We were hungry looking for a place to eat, so my father (the adventurer) said we should follow were the locals go. We saw all these construction workers go into an alley which led to a little mom & pop restaurant where they served grilled meats, potatoes and the best watermelon I ever had in my entire life! I salivate just thinking about that watermelon. My whole family remembers it. I love adventures + exploration for food places, so do my kids. Everytime we’re in a new place, we search out places where the locals go.
Mic Boekelmann of Mic Boeklmann Studio

I remember being at the Gateway of India as a child dining at the Hotel Taj with both my mom and dad—and my extended family. We asked for the regal dishes from the Royal Court. It was a magical time. My mother was dressed in a traditional white and gold sari, my father in a suit with his ascot, the white rimed hat that the men in India wear that are NOT from India, I in my tailor made cotton dress, a hat and white gloves. It was the first time I had heard of the details of the English rule in India and other parts of the world. I vividly remember hearing how Hong Kong was the last place where they (the English) still existed, and soon their “sun would set” and how India was the most celebrated jewel of the British crown. At the time I had no idea what that meant. The Ambassador to India, Saxbe started to tell of tales of how if it wasn’t for the spices and teas of India, America would not have been discovered. They were looking for an easy way to get to India) at least that is the way Ambassador to India, Saxbe explained it to me, as I sat on his lap. He drew me a map of the horn of Africa and explained how before the Suiez Canal they would have to travel around the horn. The food arrived and til this day, it was the most amazing treats I have ever been blessed to indulge in (and I do think I have had the honor of dining in some of the best kitchens in the world), from my my grandma’s to regal private planes—and everything in between. I remember the saffron, the golden raisins, the rice, the fresh dates, figs and so on….
Nasrine Shah-Abushakra of Wassla Weekly

Back when I was in college, I was going from Delhi, India, to Pune, India to visit my BFF. I had had an accident a couple of days before leaving and was injured badly but insisted on travelling.

Before I left home, my mom had my fave meal prepared (rajmah-chawal which is basically red kidney beans, Indian style, plus rice). I was to spend a few nights at a neighbouring friend’s place before heading off to Pune and when I got there, my friend’s mom had made rajmah-chawal for me knowing how much I love it. All good.

When I got to Pune a few days later, guess what I found? Rajmah-chawal!! That made it about a WEEK of my fave food, which by then, was pushing the edge of my love! LOL! It makes me laugh and smile because all the moms knew my love for this food and they all acted out of love :) Best foodie memory ever!
Tia Sparkles of Your Life Your Way

What are some of your favorite food, travel memories?
Let me know in the comments below or over on The Busy Hedonist Facebook page.

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Bon Voyage!

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