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Thursday, March 24, 2016

A gorgeous addition to any Easter Table....Andrew decks out Ina Garten's Coconut Cupcakes and Chewing the Fat celebrates our One Millionth reader!


Coconut Cupcakes that Andrew eggified for Easter!


  In the run-up to Easter, we’ve had snow, sun and cold temperatures earlier this week that feel more like winter than spring. It's warmed up at last and here's how we celebrated. And, after Andrew added jelly beans, they clearly make for an Easter filled with color.  We're also celebrating what we consider to be quite an achievement.  Someone reading this will be the 1,500,000th reader of Chewing the Fat! That's right 1.5 Million people have read Chewing the Fat. Thank you so much and I look forward to keep entertaining you and feeding you delicious things to eat.  So let's celebrate with these coconut-lovers cupcakes. For those who observe Lent, it’s time for a little indulgence.  Andrew made this Ina Garten recipe for an Easter party last year and they were a huge hit.  But you must love coconut:  There’s coconut in the cake and coconut on top.  And I think you’ll agree, he’s really got the recipe down pat —they look just like their picture.   So without further ado, here’s the recipe:

Monday, March 21, 2016

20 Great Things to Eat and Drink in St. Barthelemy F.W.I

New this year:  Lunch on the Beach at Le Toiny.  You can now bask in the sun before, during or after lunch.

We're just back from our annual visit to St. Barthelemy or St. Barth or St. Bart's depending on who you talk to.   It was our 25 th visit to this speck of an island, a mere ten minute flight from neighboring St. Maarten.  We once made the huge mistake, when the Euro was at its height, of going to neighboring Nevis.

On Nevis, we discovered, there were no decent public beaches, no great restaurants, and worse, not even a passable grocery store.  About the only thing Nevis had going for it was that on a clear day you could see St. Barth off in the distance.  How vividly I remember quickly writing our agent, Bethany Ludwick of www.wimco.com, begging her to find us a place on St. Barth for the following year. And this was literally on the plane used to escape Nevis, with its mediocre food and barking dogs that are used to scare off that other bane of our existence on Nevis: its marauding howler monkeys.  (It didn't come as much of a surprise to hear that this year Wimco had pulled out of Nevis altogether.) But I digress.