Böcker av Helene Henderson

"85 original recipes for everything you could want to eat all day, complete with breezy beach vibes, simple Swedish sensibility, and wholesome cooking, from the beloved Malibu Farm restaurant chef and owner. No matter where you are, Malibu Farm: Sunrise to Sunset promises to transport you to the water and bring you the restaurant's adored food that diners keep coming back for. From sunrise breakfast dishes to midday lounge-away snacks to magic hour meals and everything in between, the recipes here celebrate the beauty of the changing light throughout the day and bring the energy of the beach to your kitchen. With essays interspersed throughout the book, Helene explores her memories from home in Sweden, shares insights from the restaurant, and focuses on the joys of a life by the water"--

From the beloved restaurant, a cookbook featuring more than 100 recipes that celebrates fresh produce, meals for sharing, and the beauty of coastal California. Situated at the end of the pier, Malibu Farm is beloved for its spectacular Pacific Ocean views, the freshly sourced ingredients on its ever-changing menu, and its warm vibe. Chef-owner Helene Henderson opened the space after the once-intimate dinners she hosted on the grounds of her home grew too large. Now, in Malibu Farm Cookbook, she invites you honor the shoreline and mountains of Southern California with dishes like Ricotta and Pea Frittata, Butterfly Beef Tenderloin with Horseradish, Seared Fava Beans, and Grilled Chocolate Cake with Caramel Sauce. Helene captures the spirit of her own farm with recipes using the morning’s fresh eggs, the catch of the day, the luscious vegetables that grow all around, honey harvested steps from where it’s enjoyed, and olive oil straight from her grove. Punctuated with luscious, vibrant photography, Malibu Farm Cookbook is a stunning sensory experience that transports you right to the edge of the Pacific.

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