A meal for Nana (and other loves). Beet and Fried Quinoa Salad with pickled red onions and tarragon orange vinaigrette. Fennel and Clam Soup. Oxtail Ragu over Homemade Pappardelle. Raspberry Blackberry Walnut Galette. Eaten off the good china, wine from the gold trimmed glasses. Lima to Louisville in Louisville. 

Photos by my auntie, Merlin T. Jones

Louisville, KY, America’s 16th largest city, thank you very much. The Belles of Louisville, Conrad-Caldwell Mansion, that awful institution, Kingsley’s Meats, our friend, The Colonel.

Louisville, y’all. An afternoon with Edie, Julian, and Luka. Old Louisville and St. James Court, a horse’s ass, Under a weeping willow in Shawnee Golf Course.  Bourbon Sours at The Old Seelbach Bar

Buh bye Brooklyn, hello Washington D.C., Baltimore, and Pittsburgh. Our journey thus far with stops in Washington’s Eatonville and Sister’s Jazz Club, Baltimore’s Lexington Market and Captain James Landing, Pittsburgh’s The Mattress Factory and Mexican War Streets Historic District. 

Hi y’all. It’s been a while! Pablo and I are currently in Louisville, after a few days in Northern Virginia/DC area (do go to Twin’s Jazz Bar in DC and make time for Baltimore’s Lexington Market) and a day and night in Pittsburgh. Highlights included The Mattress Factory and the Mexican War Historic District that houses it, no shortage of charm in that town. After Kentucky, we have plans to visit Memphis, Hot Springs, Arkansas, Houston, Austin, New Mexico, and Arizona en route to Los Angeles. We’ve a favor to ask. All the aforementioned cities and states will be new to us and we’d like your advice. What should we do, eat, and see, particularly in Arkansas and the Southwest? Where should we stop along the way in Arizona? Do you know anyone in these places who’d be willing to share insider tips, maybe even meeting up for a cocktail and/or a stroll? Needless to say, we have a journey ahead of us. Many postcards will be sent, and no shortage of calories consumed. 

Thank you. 

Danielle

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de Porres Farewell

On Sunday March 23, 2014, de Porres said goodbye to New York. A bittersweet evening, charmed and perfect, each dish and every bottle told a tale. Rabbit ragu because way back when, after a single date, Pablo spotted my paella pan and decided we should make one together. One with rabbit and snails. It did not matter that I grew up eating pig intestines with hot sauce, I still found rabbit frightening. But I gave in (how could I not?), invited friends, and we all had a ball. A preview of what was to come, surely. Dessert, too, bore the stamp of what happens when a Peruvian and a Southerner decide to make a life (and business) together.  After nearly four years he has developed a sweet tooth and I, a soft spot for citrus. This time, when preparing the chess pie I added lots of lemon and lime zest, pinch after pinch of Maldon sea salt, tasting until it felt like something Pablo would bake—if he baked. We paired it with Tokaji, a wine we both tried for the for the first time three years ago. Mas Grillade, his treat, my birthday. 

We’d like to thank every one of you who joined us in this adventure. It is a privilege to have a stage and an engaged audience with whom to share what is dear to you, in this case our memories and reimaginings of home. We’d like to thank the borough of Brooklyn, as well. Let’s be honest here, there is only one place where he and I could’ve ever crossed paths. 

Nos vemos, okay? 

Danielle 

de Porres Farewell

On Sunday March 23, 2014, de Porres said goodbye to New York. A bittersweet evening, charmed and perfect, each dish and every bottle told a tale. Rabbit ragu because way back when, after a single date, Pablo spotted my paella pan and decided we should make one together. One with rabbit and snails. It did not matter that I grew up eating pig intestines with hot sauce, I still found rabbit frightening. But I gave in (how could I not?), invited friends, and we all had a ball. A preview of what was to come, surely. Dessert, too, bore the stamp of what happens when a Peruvian and a Southerner decide to make a life (and business) together.  After nearly four years he has developed a sweet tooth and I, a soft spot for citrus. This time, when preparing the chess pie I added lots of lemon and lime zest, pinch after pinch of Maldon sea salt, tasting until it felt like something Pablo would bake—if he baked. We paired it with Tokaji, a wine we both tried for the for the first time three years ago. Mas Grillade, his treat, my birthday. 

We’d like to thank every one of you who joined us in this adventure. It is a privilege to have a stage and an engaged audience with whom to share what is dear to you, in this case our memories and reimaginings of home. We’d like to thank the borough of Brooklyn, as well. Let’s be honest here, there is only one place where he and I could’ve ever crossed paths. 

Nos vemos, okay? 

Danielle 

de Porres Farewell

On Sunday March 23, 2014, de Porres said goodbye to New York. A bittersweet evening, charmed and perfect, each dish and every bottle told a tale. Rabbit ragu because way back when, after a single date, Pablo spotted my paella pan and decided we should make one together. One with rabbit and snails. It did not matter that I grew up eating pig intestines with hot sauce, I still found rabbit frightening. But I gave in (how could I not?), invited friends, and we all had a ball. A preview of what was to come, surely. Dessert, too, bore the stamp of what happens when a Peruvian and a Southerner decide to make a life (and business) together.  After nearly four years he has developed a sweet tooth and I, a soft spot for citrus. This time, when preparing the chess pie I added lots of lemon and lime zest, pinch after pinch of Maldon sea salt, tasting until it felt like something Pablo would bake—if he baked. We paired it with Tokaji, a wine we both tried for the for the first time three years ago. Mas Grillade, his treat, my birthday. 

We’d like to thank every one of you who joined us in this adventure. It is a privilege to have a stage and an engaged audience with whom to share what is dear to you, in this case our memories and reimaginings of home. We’d like to thank the borough of Brooklyn, as well. Let’s be honest here, there is only one place where he and I could’ve ever crossed paths. 

Nos vemos, okay? 

Danielle 

If you do not know Bed Stuy Against Hunger, you should. For over a decade they’ve been indispensable to Brooklyn families, feeding more than 12,000 unduplicated, low-income individuals a month. Their outreach extends beyond the pantry with programs aimed towards food literacy, urban farming, and more. Above you’ll find photos from a knife skills class led by Pablo, as part of their “Stomp Out Obesity” initiative. To make myself useful, I prepared a potato garlic soup with the vegetables they so diligently sliced. It is with regrets we’ve only worked with them twice, as worthy an organization as any for your time and/or donations.

de Porres Travesía Part 2, all photos and flowers by Kana Togashi