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@tilda-biehn
There are certain things I feel very strongly about in this world; gold is objectively the best material, bicycles are dangerous creatures who can never be trusted, and paprika must always be kept in the fridge. As the daughter of a good Hungarian girl, I have a plethora of carefully marked paprikas in the door of my fridge (there are eight varieties). I use them in just about every recipe - especially those that call for none at all. Though even I can admit paprika is often best in heavy stews, or dishes that take hours to bake: things that I would hate to cook once the temperature hits the mid 80s.
So right around the time I switch from hot coffee to cold brew, I start using all that paprika for liptauer. Mountains of liptauer. It’s the perfect thing in the summer heat - a mound of cheese and spice that works as an easy appetizer, picnic snack, late night munchie. My grandmother made it as an elegant starter for summer events, and usually mine starts out that way too: carefully presented with lovely ice cold veggies to dip in it. But if there’s anything left after my friends have gone, it becomes the perfect fridge snack, eaten straight from the bowl with whatever shard of bread I have lying around.
I think you’ll like this too, so I wanted to share the recipe. Though anyone who’s watched me cook knows I’m not much for measuring. When it comes to spices, I’m as interested in the mix of colors as I am in the specifics of their flavors. I suspect I’m not alone in my aversion to the measuring cup… so if you want to give this one a go, I have faith that you can work it out.
Ingredients:
one cup or so of farmers cheese
a few good scoops of sweet paprika (csemege paprika if you can find it)
one tablespoon of caraway seeds, crushed
a scoop of capers
a good handful of chives
a few sprigs of parsley
one tablespoon(ish) of dijon mustard
your best salt
To serve:
the prettiest radishes you can find
Chop up the chives, parsley, and capers. Mix all ingredients together! If it’s not a bright pinky orange, add more paprika until it is. Slice up your radishes, sprinkle the whole lot with salt, and serve alongside an ice cold wine.
Aurora
I never intended to remake my grandmother’s bracelet. But it got stuck in my mind. In my memory, she was always wearing it. It is solid, a bit weighty. I can picture the simple, squared off links framed against her skin. It is the kind of jewelry that is comforting to remember, comforting to wear. It is the base for everything else.
I went in search of a chain just like it, but hit a dead end. Factory chain will just never look quite like the real thing. So we started out making a link or two. First pulling the wire to just the right shape, then twisting them to elongated links. Each one is just slightly different from the last. They have the imprint of the maker, each one.
I suspect I will never take off my Aurora jewels. It’s the perfect ring, the perfect hoops, the bracelet I end up sleeping in because it just belongs on my wrist always. They feel like a memory made new.
For all the jewelry that refuses to sit still while being photographed, luckily we have video.
Richard Serra - Blind Spot / Open Ended
Hanna Eshel - Carved Marble
I’ve been thinking about these Convex/Concave rings recently, and I seem not to be the only one. A sudden flurry of people have been choosing these rings to mark important moments in their lives: weddings and proposals and babies and sometimes multiple babies (which requires multiple rings). Which makes me happy for lots of obvious reasons, but also because of something a bit less obvious.
One piece of advice I hear over and over is that people only want what is new. This means I’m supposed to make a new collection a few times a year. I’m supposed to retire the old designs as soon as possible and move on...
I’m beginning to suspect that this is the kind of advice I should just ignore. It’s not that I don’t love the new. I do. It’s the reason I began this company: I had an urge to create. But the things I want to make are not the kinds of things that I want to move on from and forget. I want them to be lasting.Â
It’s helpful that I work with materials that last. That gold is not going anywhere. Take a look at some ancient gold and you can see, it just starts looking better.
But mostly it’s the design that I want to last. I try to make rings that I can imagine being worn in a thousand years, that your grandchildren would take out of their box and put right on. And I want it to be a design that you will wear forever, because it feels right and is like a part of you.
So when people come to me and say they want to buy a convex ring for this year’s celebration and are planning on a concave ring for next year’s, I feel like I’ve done something right. Because these rings won’t be about the new for you. They will be about something worth celebrating, and worth remembering. And they should stack up right alongside your accumulation of happy moments.
Ellsworth Kelly, Wild Grape Leaf
Pablo Picasso, La Vigne
Henri Matisse, Feuilles de Figuiers
Agnes Martin