My friend Meredith has always raved about weekends in Little Compton, Rhode Island, and after spending three days in her gorgeous, unique house there, I can finally see why. Rhode Island is beautiful, and on a sunny winter’s day with clear skies against a still, crystal blue lake, all worries and the angst of city life completely dissolve. That is what I call vacation.
In addition to the joy of being in Meredith’s artifact-filled home, totally removed from urban chaos and amid picture perfect weather, I was surrounded by fellow-food lovers whose priority was a weekend filled with collaborating on cooking delicious, wintery, stick-to-your bones food. Considering that I live in a studio apartment, hanging out in a kitchen larger than the typical porta potty is a luxury to me. And with good music, free-flowing wine and great company, I was pretty much in my ideal scenario for relaxing all Presidents’ Day Weekend.
Mer, currently head over heels for a Spaniard, kicked the weekend off with an incredible paella. After heading to Newport to pick up a sturdy paella pan, we stopped at the local seafood shack for lobster, snails, scallops, fish, clams, and mussels to add to the mix. I don’t know much about spanish food, but I know that the key to a good paella is a crispy, crusty bottom, or in more professional terms, “socarrat.” After a big production of Mer sauteing the sausage, onions, and garlic, adding tomatos and pimentos, rice, and a robust seafood stock prepared by her friend Jason, the paella came out as a beautiful array of colors and flavors, fit to feed a table of 9.
The next day, after recounting the amount of delicious cheese, paella, salad, alcohol, and cookies I consumed, I promised myself to be a little bit less gluttonous in the near future. That all ended when Jason, Mer’s good friend from high school, pledged to cook beef bourguignon and bone marrow, and Mer decided to bake homemade bread (my weakness). Watching them prepare was like watching masters – Jason sauteed the bacon and onions, and after adding wine, mushrooms, carrots (just for flavor), pearl onions, and thyme, he stewed the meat for almost four hours, cooling it down completely and heating it up again to make it as tender as possible (trick of the trade I assume). He simultaneously whipped up the best, creamiest, garlic mashed potatoes I’ve ever had. Meredith meanwhile prepared her challah and waited patiently as it rised, finishing it in the oven just as the bone marrow, butter lettuce salad with asparagus, and beautiful, deep brown beef bourguignon were being transferred into gorgeous white dishes.
The food was phenomenal. Only on a cozy winter’s night can you really appreciate the richness of braised red meat in sauce alongside a buttery bone marrow served with garlic and chives. Meredith’s bread was warm, doughy, and nourishing, and sitting right in front of it, I must have been responsible for consuming at least half.
We finished off the weekend in front of the fire with a plateful of brownies (my contribution) made with dark Scharffen Berger chocolate. They were buttery, slightly salty, and divine to say the least. And with a belly full, I felt completely satisfied to have spent the weekend creating and eating with wonderful people in a beautiful setting outside of New York City.






































































