Food & Wine | Beekman1802.com

One of the great pleasures of living on the farm is that "going local" means you only have to go as far as your own backyard. While our recipes and recommendations will always be derived by what we are producing or harvesting at The Beekman, don't worry. You don't have to buy a farm to enjoy the taste of seasonal living. We'll tell you where to go or how to grow.

Apple Dumplings

Since arriving at Beekman Farm, we’ve found that many of the rural aphorisms are true. Life IS like a bowl of cherries. You DO have to make hay while the...

Dried Bean and Rosemary Soup

By the time late August comes around, we’re usually growing tired of picking green beans from the garden. So we let whatever varieties are still growing “go...

Aphrodisiacs

Dr. Brent asked me to write something about Aphrodisiacs for February. I assume this was to be for Valentines Day. He’s very brave. My post on hot beverages...

Cosmopolitan Hot Chocolate

Is is possible to improve on something as perfect as a cup of hot chocolate? We think so. Take a trip around the world in a cup of hot chocolate with these...

Get Well Soon Soup

When Farmer John was recovering from his hip surgery, it was impossible to keep up with all of the chores on the farm. We decided to whip up a special soup to...

Tea Party

Hong Kong is a great place to start an exploration of tea and there is no better place to start than at the Peninsula Hotel. I wish I had started there, but I didn’t....

No-bake Confections

Grandmas hold a special place in everyone’s heart, and that’s because they know that the direct route to anyone’s heart is through their stomach. This...

Life on the Edge

But can you eat it? The first thing people say when they see Beekman 1802 Blaak sitting on a cheese plate is how beautiful it looks, but invariably the first question...

Rendering Judgement

Surprisingly healthy. Amazingly useful. Now that we’ve nearly rid the world of trans-fats, maybe it’s time to broaden our fat repetoire a bit. What used...

Sympathy for Tea

Greetings from the North Pole. I’m not joking. That’s where I am as I write this. Well, thirty-five thousand feet above the Pole, actually, on my way from New...