3 years later……….

Welcome to the Covid era of the Danny/Gwyneth Project, my probably lifelong journey to complete every recipe in Gwyneth Paltrow’s cookbooks. When I last updated this dear old blog, my beloved dog Antony was still alive and Covid didn’t exist. FUNNY HOW THINGS CHANGE.
Efforts to resume this stupid project have come and gone throughout the pandemic. I frequently get the urge, because I hate having this incomplete (and also the days in Covid are oh so long and aimless), but then I remember how truly hard it was to find and source the ingredients for these recipes pre-pandemic, and I get overwhelmed by the thought of hunting down whatever a “halibut frame” is by going in and out of a dozen Omicron-infested shops in the city, and then I give up and have an edible and shelve the project again.
And yet, here we are again. Throughout the past year, I did, in fact, cook three Gwyneth recipes that went unblogged, so let’s rectify that now.

The first was Grandad Danner’s Favorite Peanut Butter Cookies, a mercifully normal recipe, which was only made difficult via — as always — my own kitchen idiocy. First of all, it took walking to four grocery stores to find peanut butter chips, which really should not be that difficult to find! Shame on Flatbush. Even worse, the only ones I could find were Reese’s-branded, which you just know sent a shiver down Gwyneth’s perfect spine the moment they were added to my cookie batter.
Even more idiotically, I guess I kind of forgot that brown sugar can, like, fossilize on you? So when I got home from my exhausting shopping trip and started to bake, I discovered this:
After getting some help via Instagram friends, I learned you can sometimes soften the block by microwaving it alongside a bowl of water. This felt and still feels insane to me, but you know what? IT WORKED. Over a decade since I started this project and I’m still learning and growing ❤

After that, it was just a matter of slopping all the stuff together in a bowl, rolling the batter into balls, and baking. Normal cookie stuff. And they came out… sickening! And I mean that in the bad way, not in the fun, gay way. These were nauseatingly, sickly sweet, with a gloppy mouthfeel that made you chew like a dog trying to lick peanut butter off of its back teeth. I’ve never been a big fan of peanut butter cookies, if we’re being honest, but these were maybe the worst I’ve ever had. Look, I’ll give Gwyneth credit for including an honest-to-god unhealthy cookie recipe in her cookbook, but in the future she really should stick to what she’s best at, which is anything but this.
The worst part? The recipe was for THIRTY COOKIES. I was able to offload some to my friend Annie, but even half a dozen of these cookies is too many cookies. I’m so thankful I never have to do this recipe again in my godforsaken life.

The other two recipes I completed were equally nauseating: The Wedge with Blue Cheese Dressing. I love a wedge salad, but blue cheese dressing can really be hit-or-miss with me, so I was apprehensive.
The hardest part was, as always, sourcing ingredients, namely my dear old friend VEGENAISE. Since Gwyneth introduced me to the brand over a decade ago (yikes we all got old), the vegan mayo business has exploded, making it paradoxically easier than ever to find vegan mayo but harder than ever to find Vegenaise-brand vegan mayo. I could have settled for any one of the other brands available at one of my neighborhood grocery stores, but I absolutely must stay as true to the recipes as I possibly can, so I persevered and somehow found a jar of the good stuff.

The dressing recipe is very simple: thinly slice a shallot and mix it with sour cream, Vegenaise, crumbled Gorgonzola cheese (she tells you to use the “picante or mountain kind, not the dulce” but I literally don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about so I just got the only kind I could find), red wine vinegar, salt, and pepper. Nothing too shocking, everything’s going fine. Until… hold on, what’s this? 1/3 a cup of COLD WATER? Why would I possibly want 1/3 cup of cold water in my salad dressing!!!!!!! What purpose could that possibly serve???? AM I LOSING MY MIND???
Will it surprise you to learn that the resulting dressing was watery? And not just “hmm, I wonder if we can thicken this up a little” watery. The dressing was, essentially, shallots in a dirty puddle. I’m so so so sorry for what I’m about to show you:
And you wonder why I take years off from these recipes at a time.
To make “The Wedge,” you just take your nasty Vegenaise shallot water and pour it over a wedge of iceberg lettuce, feeling free to add “super ripe” tomatoes and thinly sliced onions if you want. The resulting “salad” is one of the worst things ever created, a wedge of watery iceberg lettuce drowning in vegan sewage runoff.

“If there is a wedge with blue cheese dressing on a menu anywhere,” Gwyneth informs us, “a Paltrow will be ordering it.” And if it’s this wedge with blue cheese dressing, a Danny will be diarrhea-ing it out within minutes.
In a freezing-cold-January-Sunday frenzy, I invited a couple friends over for a four-course meal. Two dishes would be from Gwyneth, and two would be from Chrissy Teigen. It wasn’t a fair fight, and I apologize to Gwyneth. The first course would be her Bitter Greens Salad with Anchovy Vinaigrette. The second and third courses would be Chrissy’s french onion soup and “Better Than Ina’s” roast chicken and vegetables. And dessert would be Gwyneth’s Pomegranate Granita. I probably should have put a more substantial Gwyneth recipe up against Chrissy’s, but I was already making a four-course meal for no reason and I really didn’t want to complicate things. Again, it wasn’t a fair fight.
I really thought this was going to be an easy one.
Breaking news: Gwyneth has a podcast. FINALLY. It’s actually kind of surprising she didn’t have a podcast until now? Shows surprising restraint. The first episode of the goop Podcast comes out Thursday, but I gleefully downloaded the 1-minute preview episode about 45 seconds after it was released, and let me tell you, this shit is already delivering everything I wanted.
I don’t know what happened to me this weekend, but something deep, dark, and ugly stirred and I woke up one morning knowing one thing with a truer certainty than anything I had ever known: I had to cook more Gwyneth Paltrow recipes. I actually missed it! I think I have brain cancer.
I don’t know what happened to me the night before — some drink combination, or a particularly handsome man looking at me in a certain way — but I woke up last Sunday with nerves of steel. I could do anything, I suddenly realized. Why hadn’t I ever seen it before? Buoyed by this superlative confidence, I sent out a text to a few choice friends: “In search of duck bacon today. If I succeed, we will have dinner. Wish me luck.” And I ventured out into Brooklyn.
So here we are in New York City. I’ll spare you the details, but it’s been quite the week, what with driving two 16-hour days to get to Wisconsin, sadly leaving my dog behind with my parents (who, I should gratuitously mention, are absolute saints), and arriving in New York on Sunday morning. Since then, I’ve been touring apartments around the city like a lunatic, trying desperately to secure a place to live before I start work next Monday (and expect a forthcoming blog post on how Gwyneth is actually helping me find a place). In the meantime, my friends Nora and Mandy are graciously allowing me to impede on their space and sleep on their couch in Chelsea. To make up for this, I cooked not one, not two, but THREE Gwyneth recipes for dinner recently. Let’s see how my first NYC cooking experience went!
Just a quick one today, even though it’s technically two recipes. I love when this happens. Today is My Ivy Chopped Salad (which begs the question: as the only recipe specifically beginning with “my,” are all the other recipes not hers? Then why does this cookbook even exist?) and Balsamic & Lime Vinaigrette.
And we’re back! How was everyone’s week? New York was a blast, of COURSE. The Big Apple! (I made sure to call it the Big Apple all the time out there, so everyone knew I was a local and therefore knew the city’s nickname.)
Today’s recipe is relatively simple and unexciting. (And if that intro doesn’t grab you, I don’t know what will.) You see, last night was a big night in my nerdy life, my equivalent of the way some people feel about the Super Bowl or, heck, even the Westminster Dog Show. It was, of course, the premiere of another season of Survivor. (Yes, I still watch the show most of you gave up on nine years ago. And not only that, but I participate in weekly viewing parties! Just like the elderly!) So instead of slaving away in the kitchen for six hours, I had to get down to business and whip something up quickly, so we could settle in front of the TV like the lethargic slobs we are on Wednesday nights six months out of the year. 