I’ve been working on client gift bags this week—running around New York collecting my favorite odds and ends from specialty groceries and the like. Our clients are our first order of business at The Dish’s Dish and we wanted to do something as a special treat. In our gift bag, we have my favorite olive oil, Las Brisas, which is available at Despaña. We also have a bottle of wine à la Union Square Wines, which is where I prefer to buy my wine based on their selection and unmatched customer service. We have top-notch peanuts that I found at Marlow & Daughters as well as excellent honey that the Bromberg brothers (of Blue Ribbon Bakery fame) import from Mexico. Wanna be a client yet? There’s a bag of Jacques Torres chocolate-covered cornflakes to sweeten the deal, but best for last (if I do say so myself) is my mother’s granola.
My mom makes the very best granola. Ever. On the planet. She started making it a few years ago and ever since, everyone in the family has been hooked. Every time we travel to Cincinnati, where she and my dad live, we clear the pantry of her supply in a matter of hours. Then, we insist on taking a Ziploc bag back to New York. So, when I decided to do these client gifts, when thinking of my absolute favorite nibbles and treats, I couldn’t help but get fixated on the granola. Luckily, when I asked my mom if she’d be willing to make it in bulk, she graciously agreed. A few days later, I received a box chock full of the stuff. Instead of making the ten pounds I’d requested, she ended up making 21 pounds! It looked like we were getting a shipment of drugs! All these plastic bags, sealed airtight, packed with the utmost care. In fact, the granola is kind of a drug—it’s so addictive![gallery link="file"]
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