I cooked an amazing dinner on Friday night. I cooked dinner for six people in my house, mostly Moroccan traditional food: eggplant salad, red-beet salad with cilantro — my mom gave me the recipe, which I really love — tomato-and-bell-pepper salad with onion and garlic. We also ate Moroccan-style fish: salmon with chickpeas and different kind of spices that I get at Kalustyan’s. I also made roasted chicken, and I baked potatoes with rosemary and olive oil. We drank mostly red wine. My friends got us dessert from a place in Brooklyn: French macarons and a lemon tart. And I did a strawberry fruit salad with apples, bananas, nuts, lemon, and orange juice, and cinnamon, and made a Moroccan fresh mint tea. It’s very traditional. You use fresh mint leaves with hot water and serve it on a special tray with beautiful stained glasses. And you pour it from very high. That was a big dinner. [New York]
Yigal Azrouël, goddammit. God. Dammit.
Would you rather have Yigal cook you dinner every night for a year, or own every piece of any Yigal collection of your choosing?
Things to consider. Spring 2010 RTW:
Fall 2009 RTW:
Fall 2008 RTW:
A better question: Would I rather have him cook me dinner for a year or own this fucking fur? GIVE ME THAT FUR