Ben & Jerry offer eCONEomic relief: on March 24, donate a non-perishable food item and receive a scoop for $1! Enjoy your favorite flavor AND help others in need. All donations will be supplied to your community's local food bank.
Maybe we'll go visit the Natick scoop shop on our way home from the tax accountant tonight.
I've really been enjoying the recipes from 101 Cookbooks… tasty vegetarian fare that is healthy, beautiful, and luxurious, all at the same time. I had seen her wheat berry breakfast bowl recipe a few months ago and had really wanted to try it. Cooked the wheat berries last night, so this morning's prep was reasonably quick. No fresh cranberries in the store, so I threw in some frozen blueberries. We were out of dried cranberries, so tart cherries were a reasonable substitute. Sauteéd pears and berries, topped with maple yogurt and toasted pecans— brunch is served.
Today's Boston Globe has a feature on Korean food entitled Bap till you drop. They've even got step-by-step photos of how to make my fave dish, dolsot bibimbap. Yum!
Baskin-Robbins is doing their 31 Cent Scoop Night tomorrow (April 30th) to raise money for the National Fallen Firefighters Foundation.
Thanks to Ben & Jerry:
Happy 30th, guys. Rock on.
I went into the kitchen to microwave my soup and wash some baby carrots. One of my cow-orkers was slicing up a cucumber and a tomato.
Me: Would you like some baby carrots?
Cow-orker (in horrified tone of voice): No, those have carbs!
Me: They're carrots!
Second cow-orker: No one ever got fat from eating carrots.
For the record, a 1 cup serving contains:
Cucumbers: 1.89 g of carbohydrates
Carrots: 11.69 g of carbohydrates
Tomatoes: 7.06 g of carbohydrates
I thought the Atkins madness had ended.
The Globe did a yummy "Buffalo shrimp" taste-test, rating the fine offerings from Redbones and East Coast Grill. The winner by a nose: East Coast Grill. We tried these at the last Hell Night in January— they were wicked good. Spicy enough that your lips will tingle for a noticeable period of time, but not so hot that you can't eat them. The next block of Hell Night dinners is next week, March 17-19. The theme? Disco Inferno.
I've been eating oatmeal every day for breakfast. The following are actual "trivia" questions from my most recent box of instant oatmeal. (Highlight the end of the line to view the answer.)
Reasonable, right? But as the days wore on, it sank to the level of Are You Smarter than a First Grader?
To celebrate the nascent Year of the Rat, a group of us went to Chinatown on Sunday for dim sum. We converged on Framingham and took the first Commuter Rail train, arriving at South Station just before 11 a.m. A quick walk through the crowded streets found us standing at the doorstep of Emperor's Garden (a.k.a. Empire Garden). The restaurant is on the edge of Chinatown and the Combat Zone, just across the street from Penang. The building used to be the Center Theater, and you can really tell if you're sitting in the main room of the restaurant— just look up at the ceiling. We didn't even have to wait for a table; going early (and going to a place with lots of seating) really paid off. Lots and lots of sticky rice, dumplings containing shrimp, pork, or shrimp and pork, char siu bao, har gau, mango pudding, jin dui, shu mai, yu choy, and more, were consumed. We didn't come close to beating our all-time high of $14 per person; the bill totaled $100 for 9 people (6 adults, 3 kids), including lavish tip. Afterward, we wandered a bit, marveling at the ever-changing New England weather (sun, rain, sun, snow, wind, you-name-it…). Made a quick stop at Hing Shing Bakery for more char siu bao, jin dui, peanut buns, zongzi, yellow custard bao, etc., then headed back to catch the train. Unfortunately, it looks like the big celebration is next weekend.
Once again, I'm visiting the City of Brotherly Love for a work-related meeting. Last year, during the same week, it was twenty below. Yesterday, it was 68. Freaky.
Walked to dinner at the trendily-named twenty21. (Get it? They're between 20th and 21st Streets— nudge nudge wink wink.) Goofy name aside, the restaurant was quite good. Our group had a fixed menu: roasted red pepper soup, baby arugula salad with fennel & parmesan, and a choice of 4 entrees. The halibut with roasted vegetables rocked— nice sear on one side, delicious, and the obligatory nouvelle cuisine arrangement of teeny tiny veggies.
The warm weather meant that there was no shortage of crazy people. Had a brief conversation with one, then started to cross the street. Suddenly, this police car came through the light, pulled up, and started arresting/ accosting the crazy person. No idea what happened or why... Just kind of surreal.
And speaking of surreal (I am feeling very stream-of-consciousness today, plus I have not yet finished my coffee), the closed captioning on morning news shows is so unintentionally Dada that it is brilliant. I was on the elliptical machine, bleary-eyed and sweaty, trying to parse how a traumatic event during pregnancy could lead to the child having "skits oh friends yeah". (I eventually learned that they were discussing schizophrenia.) But it's only a big concern during the 3rd(?) "try messier".
I've been trying messier for a while; I think I'll try neater this year.
I have absolutely no desire to try the habañero-infused tequila, but I did enjoy reading the Globe's plug for Hell Night at the East Coast Grill.
We're heading there tonight to partake of the fiery food challenge:
…I've always liked spicy food and, in the early days of the East Coast Grill (circa 1986), we had gained a little reputation for serving some spicy dishes, which was a little unusual outside a Thai or Mexican restaurant. Unsuspectingly, I was baited into a culinary dare by a small, sick sect of the dining public whose taunts of "that really wasn't that hot" finally got the better of me and my formal training. I could not control the burning desire to silence at least a few. The resulting creation was the now infamous Pasta From Hell, fueled primarily by the original Inner Beauty Hot Sauce. Customers dropped like sweaty, panting, weak little flies. The kitchen howled at their tormentor's agony. But when the smoke cleared there were a few left standing, a crazed, goofy, half smile on their faces and a faraway look in their eyes, and, as I looked out from behind the grill, I would get an almost imperceptable, knowing nod. Their fix had been had and, lost in that chile stupor, they acknowledged the contest was a draw. But, like a gunfighter in the Old West, I knew this was only the beginning. They would return, they would bring their friends to face the true test.
The Globe's Lifestyle section spreads the word about savetosci.com:
[…] For those who want to contribute to the cause, the site includes the option of donating money either online or by check. For those who simply want to read a heated debate on fiscal responsibility vs. community building, the site features a highly emotional comments section."Let's remind everyone that small, locally owned and independent businesses are vital to community," reads one comment.
"A for-profit asking for donations… that is absurd," reads another.
And a third simply says: "Coconut sorbet." […]
To which I would add: "Chocolate-orange sorbet."
Rosebud…
Yay! Toscanini's reopens:
[…] The Central Square sweet spot got the keys back from the Massachusetts Department of Revenue today after handing over more than $30,000 it raised from fans over the last five days. The revenue department shut down the popular dessert destination a week ago because the owners failed to pay more than $167,000 in taxes dating back to 2000. […]
The Boston Globe has an article today on the Save Tosci's campaign: Donations pour in for Toscanini's.
Toscanini's has raised more than $10,000 in donations to help pay its delinquent taxes since the state shut the ice cream shop in Central Square on Thursday. […]
The main page over at tosci.com now links to the Save Toscanini's web site. They've posted an open letter from Gus Rancatore that (partially) explains what happened and what they're trying to do.
[…] Toscanini's is collecting donations after being seized by the Mass. Department of Revenue. Several years ago at the start of an ill-starred and very disorganized expansion we did not pay taxes. I made a mistake. I screwed up.For the years since then we have been paying taxes and running in a business-like manner. We have been talking with the Mass. DOR about the very important question of how much we owe. We had hoped to postpone a resolution of this until the spring when our cashflow is much greater but that didn't happen. […]
As you might expect, the comments are filled with debate and no small amount of rancor regarding the wisdom of donating money to someone who should have paid their taxes. On the flip side, there are many posts from people attesting to the kindness and goodness of Gus and Mimi, and the worthiness of the cause. I didn't know Gus or Mimi, but I have always enjoyed their ice cream. I think it's worth donating because I want to see them come back (hopefully with a new business plan) and because I already miss the chocolate-orange sorbet. Plus, it's just not fair— I finally get a job in Central Square, and Tosci's closes 2 weeks later?! Cruel, cruel Fate.
Just one week ago today, I went out to lunch at Miracle of Science with a friend. Afterward, she suggested a quick trip to Toscanini's for dessert. I happily agreed, and had the most amazing Chocolate-Orange Sorbet that I've ever tasted. Utterly fantastic.
Today, I read that the Mass. Dept. of Revenue seized control of Tosci's yesterday for nonpayment of taxes. I was stunned.
[…] Department spokesman Bob Bliss yesterday said the agency has worked for years to resolve the matter but has made no progress. The department plans to auction off the assets of the Central Square shop, including equipment and furnishings, to recoup whatever money it can. About $140,000 owed by owner Gus Rancatore is in meal taxes and the balance is in employee withholding taxes, Bliss said. Rancatore did not return messages seeking comment last night. His brother Joe Rancatore, who owns a separate ice cream firm in Belmont, declined to discuss the matter. […]I went by there at lunch today and confirmed that it's true. All the chairs were up on the tables, and there were large, bright-orange placards in the window reading "SEIZED". I am very sad now.
Finished up with some of our Christmas baking: we tried the whole wheat and honey variant of the Cooks' Illustrated recipe for No-Knead Bread, v. 2.0. The results look pretty good. Breadbasketcase and Best Room in the House wrote about their experience with the recipe (and the former has some nice pix of a very pretty loaf).
Alas, we missed out on Saturday's What the Fluff? 2007, an awesome Somerville event celebrating all things Fluff-tastic.
What the Fluff? A Celebration of Union Square Invention
Saturday, Sept. 29, 4-7pm
Union Square PlazaIt’s the 90th anniversary of Fluff, invented by the culinary genius Archibald Query, right here in Union Square. This year, ArtsUnion will once again pay homage to this yummy, sticky, sweet American spreadable treat. Artists, musical and theatrical performers, humorists and the general public will indulge in a madcap festival that celebrates the culinary invention and nostalgic genius of FLUFF.
I can't wait for next year's festivities— come for the cooking contest (Grand Prize: a private tour of the factory), stay for the Flufferettes.
Another great haul this week at the Farmers' Market: eggplants, sweet corn, a huge box of plum tomatoes (only $12!), garlic, chocolate bread, and eggs, milk, and cream (more ice cream).
First on the recipe docket: multiple batches of roasted tomatoes (from the Boston Globe's recipe for cavatappi pasta with roasted tomatoes and fresh goat cheese). We slow-roast the Romas at 250 degrees for 4 to 6 hours. Dead simple, but delicious, and they freeze well. We currently have 4 Pyrex baking dishes in the oven, and over 20 lbs. of tomatoes left in the box. Oy.
For the Tomatoes:
olive oil
ripe plum tomatoes (about 2 lbs. per baking dish)
many cloves of garlic, smashed and peeled
salt and pepper, to taste
For the Pasta:
Salt, to taste
1 pound cavatappi pasta (spirals or squiggles)
4 ounces fresh goat cheese, crumbled
1/2 cup chopped fresh basil
1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese (or Romano)
Our homemade ice cream was a hit with the mah jongg crowd last night. We did two variations on The Minimalist's Cornstarch Ice Cream… the previously mentioned Biscotti Chocolate Chunk and a new one. One bag of Daim (thanks, IKEA) + espresso powder = bestest Coffee Heath Bar Crunch evar. The Swedish Chef's Espresso Daim Explosion (bork! bork! bork!) will keep you wide awake through the long Scandinavian nights.
Espresso Daim Explosion (bork! bork! bork!)
Time: 20 minutes, plus chilling
1 1/2 cups heavy cream (next time, try light cream)
1 cup 2% milk
1/2 cup sugar
Pinch of salt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 1/2 tablespoons cornstarch
1/2 teaspoon espresso powder (next time, try 1 or 1 1/2 teaspoons)
4 1/2 ounces of Daim, chopped
Yield: 1 generous pint. (Serves 2.)
We've been downloading some of the New York Times TiVoCasts, especially Mark Bittman's The Minimalist. We recently watched him cook up some Cornstarch Ice Cream and were intrigued enough to try it. (If you have a Series 2 TiVo, you can check out the ice cream episode here.)
Our version was reminiscent of Ben & Jerry's Holy Cannoli. I thought it was wicked good.
Cornstarch Ice Cream
Time: 20 minutes, plus chilling
2 1/2 cups light cream, half-and-half or milk (whole or skim), or a combination
1/2 cup sugar
Pinch of salt
1 1/2 teaspoons almond extract
3 tablespoons cornstarch
1 biscotti (biscotto?), coarsely chopped
2-3 oz. dark chocolate, chopped
Yield: 1 generous pint. (Serves 2.)
I love going to the Farmer's Market on Saturday mornings. Everything always looks so fresh and appetizing. We walked over yesterday and bought sweet corn, blueberries, peaches, muskmelon, carrots, beautiful eggplant, scones and bread, and eggs, cream, and half & half (for making ice cream). We also scored a few books at the Library book sale, and stopped off at the fish market for some "pastrami salmon" (but that's another recipe).
While I weeded in the garden, Chris started making the latest Boston Globe recipe for corn chowder (Creamy Corn Chowder with Very Little Cream). It seems like they print a corn chowder recipe every summer: Grilled Corn Chowder (2004), Smoky Leek, Potato, and Corn Chowder (2005), Light Corn Chowder with Fresh Basil (2006)… you get the idea. The dairy was out of heavy cream, so we substituted light (but added a little more). Other substitutions: fresh chives for thyme, stick blender for conventional blender. All in all, a yummy dinner. We served it with Nashoba Brook Bakery's pepper jack bread.
Next time, Chris wants to add some Yukon Gold potatoes; I would probably go for some small red ones.
Creamy corn chowder with very little cream (with a few minor modifications)
Serves 6
STOCK
1 tablespoon butter
1 Spanish onion, coarsely chopped
2 carrots, coarsely chopped
2 stalks celery, coarsely chopped
1 teaspoon coarse salt
6 large ears fresh corn, kernels removed and reserved for chowder
2 quarts cold water
CHOWDER
2 tablespoons butter
1 Spanish onion, finely chopped
Kernels from 6 ears of corn
Coarse salt and pepper, to taste
1/8 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg, or to taste
1/3 cup light cream
3 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
2 tablespoons finely chopped chives
The boston.com food blog, Dishing, finally tried the NYT no-knead bread recipe that I've been fascinated with. Their verdict: yes, it's the best breadmaking technique ever. Also useful are the comments that NYT Minimalist author Mark Bittman added after additional experimentation.
WEIGHT VS. VOLUME
The original recipe contained volume measures, but for those who prefer to use weight, here are the measurements: 430 grams of flour, 345 grams of water, 1 gram of yeast and 8 grams of salt. With experience, many people will stop measuring altogether and add just enough water to make the dough almost too wet to handle.SALT
Many people, me included, felt Mr. Lahey's bread was not salty enough. Yes, you can use more salt and it won't significantly affect the rising time. I've settled at just under a tablespoon. […]
Experimented with a second batch using bread flour instead of all-purpose flour. Added a little more salt, and dusted the loaf with a 50/50 mixture of oat bran and cornmeal. This one was baked at 475° (instead of 450°) for about 25 minutes with the lid on + 15 minutes with the lid off. The results were excellent, especially when paired with African Groundnut Stew.
Ever since I read The Minimalist column in last week's New York Times, I've been itching to try this recipe. According to The Secret of Great Bread: Let Time Do the Work, you can have an awesome crust without kneading, as long as you are willing to wait. I was intrigued, and when I came home from work on Friday night, I took a look at the recipe and set out.
The ingredients were: 3 cups all-purpose or bread flour, ¼ teaspoon instant yeast, 1¼ teaspoons salt. Add 1½ cups of water, and stir into a "shaggy and sticky" dough. Let rest for 18 hours.
After 18 hours, turn the dough out onto a lightly floured work surface. Fold it over on itself once or twice, then cover loosely with plastic wrap and let it rest briefly. Shape the dough into a ball. Dust a towel with cornmeal, and put the doughball onto the towel, seam side down. More cornmeal on top, cover with a towel, and let it rest for 2 hours. Bake for 30 minutes at 450°, in a heavy pot with the lid on. Remove the lid, and bake for 15-30 more. You're supposed to wait until it cools before you tear into it, but we couldn't resist. It smelled so good, and with a little olive oil, salt, and pepper, it was amazing.
Went for dim sum today. Alas, the parking karma was not with me this morning, so I drove around for far too long and then resorted to paying for a space in a garage. (I should have given up sooner.) Finally made it to China Pearl and had shrimp dumplings, crispy prawns, and all kinds of yummy goodness. Afterward, we hit the grocery to pick up a few ingredients, and I scored this awesome snack food.
You too can be fabulous, for only $2.09. Some of the many benefits of Fabulous, as listed on the front of the package:
For the illustration on the front of the package, they have paired cheese-flavored crackers with more cheese. Uninspired, perhaps, but a reasonable enough foodstuff to eat with a cracker. Unlike the next flavor of Fabulous… Onion Fabulous.
Somehow, we both missed the part of the recipe that read: "Cut each peach into 12 to 14 pieces." I blanched and peeled the peaches, and plunked half a peach (cut side down) into each ramekin. We also had two minor substitutions: milk with a little lemon juice (instead of buttermilk), and dark brown sugar (instead of light).
Chris mixed up a tasty muffin batter and poured it over the top. The end result was delicious.
Note to self: buy more peaches. There's always the Grilled Peach Melba.
Perhaps if the Swedish Chef had owned a Spagettimått, this could have been avoided.
Our variation on the Globe's so-called Luxury lemon cake: lemon zest, lime zest, far too much butter, and a killer glaze. We made it on Saturday night, and brought half to a house concert on Sunday evening. Judging from the tiny sliver that remained on the plate when the show was over, I'd say it met with approval. It also made the kitchen smell wonderful.
Makes one 10-inch cake.
CAKE:
Nonstick spray (for the pan)
Flour (for the pan)
zest of 2 lemons
zest of 1 1/2 limes
2 teaspoons Fiori di Sicilia
3 1/4 cups flour
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons kosher salt
1 1/2 cups (3 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
2 cups superfine sugar
3/4 cups superfine vanilla sugar
5 eggs
1 cup buttermilk
GLAZE:
2/3 cup granulated sugar
juice of 2 lemons and 2 limes (about 1/2 cup total)
It was my first time making gnocchi, and I thought that this dish would be really amazing. It only took about an hour to make the gnocchi. (Chris made the dough in the food processor, instead of messing around with blunt knives.) Pix of the dough, homemade gnocchi, and the finished dish are available starting here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/popplers/150915201/in/photostream/.
Our overall impression was that the dish was good, but that it needed something. Chris thought that it needed a bright note, maybe some lemon juice or lemon zest. (White wine?) I was wondering if some herbs in the butter might do it— sage or chives. I also thought that the gnocchi would be more tender, melt-in-your-mouth. I don't know if they were tougher than I expected because we over-worked the dough, or if that is just the way they are. I guess we'll just have to experiment and make them again.
This is the recipe as it appeared on boston.com:
Ricotta gnocchi with brown butter and asparagus
Serves 4 as a first course
Drain the ricotta (see spinach and ricotta gnudi recipe) before you use it.
Ingredients
1 egg
1 egg yolk
2 cups flour
16 ounces fresh whole milk ricotta
2 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
Extra flour (for sprinkling)
8 ounces fresh asparagus, tough ends snapped off and spears thinly sliced on the diagonal
Olive oil (for sprinkling)
4 tablespoons butter
1/2 cup Parmigiano Reggiano
Adapted from Duck Fat restaurant
There's an article in today's Globe on coffee geekery, including 50 ways to improve your espresso production, latte art, and more. It also mentions in passing "coffee guru George Howell" and Terroir Coffee. Maybe I'll have to trot over to Acton on Friday or Saturday and see what all the fuss is about. You can't get much more local than that.
''I'm trying to change what it means to be a barista in this town," van Schyndel says, pulling two double shots for a visitor. ''It takes skill, it takes knowledge, and it shouldn't just be someone who happens to work behind a counter in a coffee shop."
Is the world really ready for Easter turducken?
Easter, which may or may not have been named after a pagan fertility goddess, falls conveniently close to the spring equinox, allowing the syncresis of rabbits, eggs and the rebirth of nature into a ritual about the slaughter and rebirth of God. Easter also now has been subverted into being about eating, though hasn't yet been taken to the extremes of Thanksgiving turducken.Until now.
This seems like as good a time as any to post a Flav-o-Review. Last week, I went to Shaw's to buy ice cream. As luck would have it, B&J's was on sale ($2 each!) and they had a great selection in stock. So, I picked up an assortment of flavors, including a few old favorites (NYSFC, Cherry Garcia) and a few of the newer ones (Black & Tan, In a Crunch, Magic Brownies, Turtle Soup, and Neapolitan Dynamite).
The Boston Globe has a feature in today's Business section, amusingly titled Salute to Fluff. Williams-Sonoma has been infringing on Durkee-Mower's Fluffernutter trademark by selling Fluffernutter candybars. (They don't seem to be selling them anymore— I couldn't find them on the W-S web site.) From the "Salute":
An early Fluff container, from 1935. In the 1930s the company launched a radio show, The Flufferettes. Then came a cookbook, The Yummy Book, an updated version of which is available on the company's website, at www.marshmallowfluff.com.
I still shudder whenever I see Raspberry Fluff.
The idea of an Academy Awards soiree wherein all of the food is representive of the nominated films is just brilliant. I just read about Sandy and Sarah's Oscarlicious party, which had an extensive menu including Shepherd's pie (Brokeback Mountain), Hummus (Syriana), Calamari salad (The Squid & The Whale), and many other entrees heavily dependent on awful puns. But I am truly saddened that I did not come up with the idea of reenacting March of the Penguins with penguins made from olives, carrots, and cream cheese. (Of course, I might have used olives, carrots, and hard-boiled eggs, but that's just me.)
Trader Joe's is apparently set to open in Manhattan. It's probably less of a big deal for city-dwellers, but I was certainly psyched when our local one finally went in. The article touches on the "Trader Joe's mystique", their product development process, and how items are dropped if they don't sell well.
The products that make it through but do not find a loyal customer base meet an implacable fate. "It's like at General Electric under Jack Welch," said Mr. Sloan, the vice president for merchandising. "The bottom 10 percent is always being rotated out. It's painful but necessary, because it ensures that we always have new products for our customers to get interested in."There is nothing quite like the chain anywhere else on the American food landscape. "Trader Joe's is radically different in many ways from other food retailers," said Stephen Dowdell, editor in chief of Progressive Grocer magazine. "The stores are small, they don't rely on national brands, you can't do price comparisons and they definitely don't offer one-stop shopping. But every product has a story."
My favorite new TJ's product is Dark Chocolate Covered Ginger— Australian crystallized ginger covered with rich dark chocolate. Decadent, with a nice little ginger hit in the middle.
For Chris's birthday, we went to Cambridge and celebrated with a fantastic dinner at La Groceria. The Sogliola "Margherita" (pan-fried sole with capers, artichoke hearts, and lemon butter) was delicious, but antipasto and wine is practically a meal in itself. If you go, save room for dessert— the tiramisu is quite good.
This weekend, I finally started Ruth Reichl's Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table. I've read a few chapters, and so far I like it more than Comfort Me with Apples (although that really isn't saying much). Tender at the Bone is a memoir, telling the story of Ruth's childhood culinary influences; I've just reached the part where she is sent to a French-speaking boarding school in Montreal. (It actually preceded Comfort Me with Apples— I just happened to read them out-of-order.)
The same person who loaned me Tender at the Bone also loaned me Anthony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly. Just now, I opened to a random chapter in the middle of the book, read a few pages, and I am hooked. Bourdain on the three types of line cooks: Artists, Exiles, and Mercenaries (those who "do it for cash and do it well"):
Practicing your craft in expert fashion is noble, honorable, and satisfying. And I'll generally take a stand-up mercenary who takes pride in his professionalism over an artist any day. When I hear 'artist', I think of someone who doesn't think it necessary to show up at work on time. More often than not their efforts, convinced as they are of their own genius, are geared more to giving themselves a hard-on than satisfying the great majority of dinner customers. Personally, I'd prefer to eat food that tastes good and is an honest reflection of its ingredients, than a 3-foot-tall caprice constructed from lemon grass, lawn trimmings, coconuts and red curry. You could lose an eye trying to eat that. When a job applicant starts telling me how Pacific Rim-job cuisine turns him on and inspires him, I see trouble coming. Send me another Mexican dishwasher anytime. I can teach him to cook. I can't teach character. Show up at work on time six months in a row and we'll talk about red curry paste and lemon grass. Until then, I have four words for you: 'Shut the fuck up.'
Via Boing Boing: Chocolate bullets for your Russian Roulette-playing pleasure…
Seated in individual compartments, twelve chocolate bullets lay waiting to be bitten into. Although eleven of the sweet little slugs contain delicious praline centres, one conceals a seriously red hot chilli that's guaranteed to blow your head off - metaphorically, at least.
Why didn't they post this last week?! I so would have bought one for Chris. The ad copy describes the product as "Willy Wonka meets the Deer Hunter!"
Went to a fun Super Bowl party. Watched the game (and the commercials) and ate lots of unhealthy snacky food. I particularly enjoyed the "puppy chow" and the tater-tot casserole. We made spinach dip and a veggie platter. Because we didn't know how much vegetarian-friendly food there would be at the party, we also made yummy artichoke dip.
This recipe is from Cleveland's Great Lakes Brewing Co. One of our local free newspapers printed it some time ago, and I'm adding it here because I can't seem to find it on any of the usual recipe websites.
Great Lakes Brewing Co. Artichoke Crock
2 (12 oz.) jars artichoke hearts, drained and quartered
1 small red pepper, diced
1.5 cups grated Parmesan cheese
1 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup banana pepper rings (hot), chopped
1 tbsp. chopped garlic
1 tsp. (or more) hot pepper flakes
cayenne pepper
Preheat oven to 350°F. Mix all ingredients in a large bowl. Divide mixture evenly between 2 (16 oz.) oven-proof dishes. Bake for 25 minutes and serve with hearty bread.
I don't mean for popplers to turn into a food blog, but I have to make people aware of the existence of SPAM-tastic Sunnydogs: a "breakfast corn dog, made with chunks of SPAM that have been dipped in an apple-cinnamon pancake batter."
[…] outgoing and energetic [Cynthia] Coombs, a fifth-grader at Herriman Elementary, headed to the kitchen and found she really jammed with SPAM.Her ultimate creation - a breakfast dish she dubbed "SPAM-tastic Sunnydogs" - recently earned her the title of SPAM's "National Kid Chef of the Year."
Coombs said in September, before winning the Utah State Fair contest that propelled her to the national competition, she spent an entire day experimenting in the kitchen with her father, Nathan - a longtime SPAM lover. […]
For posterity, here is Cynthia's prize-winning recipe. (If you actually make this, please take photos and email me.)
SPAM-tastic Sunnydogs
1 (12-ounce) can SPAM classic
1 1/2 cups complete buttermilk pancake mix (such as Bisquick)
2 eggs
1/2 cup applesauce
1 teaspoon vanilla
teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 cup water
Vegetable oil or light olive oil
18 short kabob sticks, Popsicle sticks or toothpicks
Honey, maple syrup and applesauce, for dipping
Makes 18 pieces.
The kitchen smells lovely right now. I am making one of my favorite desserts, a lemon almond polenta torta. (This is just a fancy way of saying lemon cornmeal cake— I've sometimes completely forgotten to add the 1/2 teaspoon of almond extract, and the recipe still tastes delicious.) I found this recipe in the Boston Globe's weekly Food section back in October 2003. It was adapted from Deborah Krasner's The Flavors of Olive Oil: A Tasting Guide and Cookbook.
It's interesting because it doesn't contain butter or flour; olive oil, cornmeal, and ground almonds provide the flavor and structure. I haven't changed the recipe much, other than to double the amount of ricotta cream. I really love how easy this recipe is to prepare, and that everything gets done in the food processor. Minimal clean-up, and the dessert looks (and tastes) like you've spent a lot more time in the kitchen.
Lemon almond polenta torta
Ingredients
TORTA:
Olive oil (for the pan)
1/4 teaspoon sea salt
1/2 cup cornmeal (I use Bob's Red Mill corn grits)
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 1/4 cups blanched almonds
1 to 1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1 large lemon, washed well
1/2 cup fruity olive oil
1/2 cup milk
2 eggs
1/2 teaspoon almond extract
Confectioners' sugar (for dusting)
RICOTTA CREAM:
2 cups whole-milk ricotta cheese
scant 1 cup granulated sugar, or to taste
2 tablespoons vanilla extract
January 29 is the start of Chinese New Year, and (as usual) the Boston Globe has some nice coverage in the Food section. Happy Year of the Dog!
I liked reading about handmade noodles and fresh dumplings (complete with yummy recipes for Pork Dumplings and Mushroom Dumplings). I'm feeling a little lazy this year, so I may just go into Chinatown on Sunday and buy some instead. (And if I lived in New York, I could be even lazier— Dumpling Man delivers!)
I finally made it to the store. Bought DayQuil, NyQuil, Sudafed, and ingredients for soup. Chris made his variation on Marcella Hazan's pasta e fagioli. Italian soup is good eats.
Vegetarian Wedding Soup
Adapted from Marcella HazanIngredients:
1/2 of a small onion
1/4 cup olive oil (we use extra virgin)
1 stalk of celery, chopped
1 medium carrot, chopped
2/3 cup Italian tomatoes (preferably chopped, but purée or crushed will do in a pinch)
1 can (19 oz.) cannellini beans (Chris is a Progresso snob)
4 cups (1 package) Trader Joe's Organic Vegetable Broth
1 head of escarole, washed and torn into pieces
Trader Joe's Meatless Meatballs (4-6 per person)
8 oz. dry pasta (mini penne or ditalini)
salt and pepper to taste
Parmesan or Romano Cheese
- Sauté onion in olive oil until it is pale gold.
- Add the carrot and celery and sauté for about 10 minutes, stirring occasionally.
- Add the chopped tomatoes and their juice, turn the heat down to medium low, and cook for 10 minutes.
- Add the beans and cook for 5 minutes.
- Add the vegetable broth and pepper (to taste), then bring to a boil.
- Add the pasta and cook until very firm/chewy, about 6 minutes (depending on the pasta). Add the meatballs when the pasta is almost done.
- Turn off the heat and stir in the escarole. Cover pot with lid and let stand for 10 minutes.
Note: if you cook the pasta too much in the second-to-last step, it will be overdone by the time the soup is finished.
Ingredients:
Today is Veteran's Day (or Remembrance Day, if you are Canadian). But 11/11 is also Pocky Day. (I didn't realize that there were so many different flavors!) To pay tribute to this wonderful snack food, let's take a look at some favorites from Glico's Pocky website:
Happy Pocky Day, everyone!
Some weeks ago, Chris and I were watching America's Test Kitchen on PBS. They were making a German Apple Pancake, and it reminded him of a fancy brunch dish that his family used to make: David Eyre's Pancake. (And which, as it turns out, isn't really David Eyre's at all; the recipe dates back to at least 1919, when it appeared in a San Francisco cookbook.)
Chris's version of the recipe had apples in it; the "official" version does not. We made it this morning, and it was quite tasty. In the process of searching the web for a recipe variant that included apples, I stumbled across this fun foodie blog: h o m e * e c o n o m i c s. Her recipes and her writing are both highly enjoyable. I'd love to cook with her.
Chris Moriondo's Pancake
Adapted from Craig Claiborne and David Eyre1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup milk
2 eggs
4 tablespoons butter (1/2 stick)
1 tablespoon vanilla sugar
3 tablespoons dark brown sugar
1 large apple (granny smith)
confectioner’s sugar (to taste)
fresh lemon juice (to taste)Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In a mixing bowl, whisk together the milk, eggs, flour, and tablespoon of vanilla sugar. Melt the butter in a cast iron 10-inch skillet, set on low to medium heat. Add apples to skillet in a single layer, then top with 3 tablespoons of dark brown sugar. Let the sugar melt into the butter, then turn off heat. Pour the batter into the skillet and bake for 20 minutes or until the pancake puffs up and turns golden brown. Sprinkle with confectioner's sugar and/or lemon juice to taste. It will deflate quickly; serve immediately.
Serves two to four (depending on your will power).
Lord almighty, I think this is the scariest thing I've read all day. The very idea of fried strawberries is bad enough, but this is heart-of-darkness territory.
Every year, there is always one new deep-fried creation that everyone must try at the fair.This year, one food vendor, Creative Catering of Raleigh, has ventured in previously untested frying territory: fruit.
The owner, Vincent Thomas, 49, says he got the idea for fried banana puddin' bites last year. "I had a vision from God to do the banana," he said. […]
Actually, it's much, much worse. Jones Soda prepares for Hallowe'en with its veerrrry spooooky flavors: Scary Berry Lemonade, Strawberry S'Lime, Caramel Apple, and… (aieee!) Candy Corn.
Highly enjoyable New York Times article on "hyphenated Chinese cuisine" (with some pix):
[…] I call them second-generation Chinese restaurants," said Cheuk Kwan, who has directed a documentary film about the spread of Chinese restaurants around the world. "These restaurants always have a hyphen: Chinese-Venezuelan, Chinese-Norwegian, Chinese-Mexican."Chinese-Malagasy," he said, on the island of Madagascar, "was the best food, with lots of coconut milk and spices." […]
The city's first hyphenated version of the cuisine - after Chinese-American, of course - was Chinese-Cuban, which arrived in the 1960's, when thousands of Cubans of Chinese descent came to New York after Fidel Castro's rise to power.
"My grandfather was born in Zhanjiang, but his whole life was in Havana," said Manny Liao, a musician who lives in Washington Heights. "He always ate Chinese food, but he cooked Cuban." […]
Cheuk Kwan's Chinese Restaurants is a 13-part documentary series, airing on TV in Canada and at select venues in the U.S. (San Francisco International Asian American Film Festival, and the Museum of Chinese in the Americas (New York), for two). Maybe PBS will pick it up? Someone should make this available to a wider audience in the U.S. Happily, it looks like there will be a DVD available in December.
Made a batch of Jerry's Chocolate Ice Cream (from the Ben & Jerry's Homemade Ice Cream & Dessert Book) and added Andes Mints. That's in the freezer now, firming up. Also on deck: Alton's sooper-dooper rich perfect ice cream. (We haven't even cooked the custard yet.)
As most of you already know, we love to cook and we love good kitchen tech. Recently, we were in the market for an accessory for the espresso machine that is called a knockbox. After brewing espresso, you're left with a "puck" of coffee grounds. To dislodge this from the portafilter, the barista lightly bangs the portafilter head against the bar of the knockbox, and the coffee remains fall into the box. We didn't have one of these doodads, so Chris was banging the portafilter against the side of the sink, which was denting and crudding up the stainless steel sink.
After doing lots of research at coffeegeek.com and espressoporn.com, Chris found the Holy Grail of knockboxes: the Sunbeam Bang Bang (alas, only available in Australia and New Zealand). Ultimately, we decided to purchase a Grindenstein (made in Australia, but they ship to the US).
Today, at deadpopstar.com, I read about Woodles, the penguin waffle maker. Yep, you guessed it: made by Sunbeam, and only available in "Australia and New Zealand and perhaps other nations blessed with the omnipotence of 240v power." Australia, Australia, Australia, we love you! Amen!
While our experiments may not be as interesting as those that the MIT researchers are churning out, we've been having fun with our new ice cream maker. We thought that the old one had given up the ghost, so we splurged on a new Cuisinart 1-quart ice cream maker. As it turned out, we were able to resurrect the old one by thawing the cooling disk and refreezing it, so now we have two. Several trips to the farmers market later (for milk, cream, eggs, and fresh peaches), we've made 3 batches of increasingly delicious peach ice cream.
We're still looking forward to trying some of Alton Brown's recipes from the recent Churn, Baby, Churn episode (his vanilla sounds particularly decadent, and even richer than Ben & Jerry's). Also trying to locate some recipes for my favorite Toscanini's flavors: Cocoa Pudding, Burnt Caramel, and the inimitable Chocolate Sluggo.
Even when our hungry horde descended on Toronto's Dumpling House Restaurant and asked for one order of every type of dumpling on the menu (no joke!)— we didn't manage to eat 83 dumplings in 8 minutes.
I saw this goofy appliance on Accordion Guy's wedding weblog; Joey's comment (joking, I hope) was that he "need[ed] to put one of these on the registry."* Seriously, though, who has the counter space for this schwag? We have a coffee grinder and microwave (used daily), food processor and toaster (used semi-weekly), a food scale and KitchenAid mixer (used at least monthly). And I still wish that we had an island so that we had more "real estate" for chopping, staging, cooking, cleaning, etc.
*Ridiculous wedding registry requests is a separate rant; I won't go down that road right now.
Strictly speaking, the McMuffinator isn't a unitasker, but I think it belongs in the Counter Sculpture Hall of Shame, along with the Pop-Up Hot Dog Cooker, the tabletop S'Mores Maker, and the Pizzazz Pizza Oven. I think that there should be a separate Hall of Ridiculous Kitchen Gadgets for the Octodog, the Banana Guard, the In-the-Shell Egg Scrambler, and their ilk.
Conversely, the fine people at Microplane deserve to have praise and gifts lavished upon them for their awesome kitchen tools. (Their personal care products, on the other hand, give me the willies.)
I love my ice cream. Judging from the plethora of Globe stories recently, so do they.
Quickie restaurant review: enjoyed a very nice dinner at Solea in Waltham, MA. Drank a Caipirinha and tried a bunch of yummy goodies off of the Tapas Calientes section of the menu:
I'm looking forward to the next visit, so that I can try some items from the cold section of the menu: Tostadas de Alcachofas (Artichoke Hearts, Mushroom & Goat Cheese Crostini), Aceitunas Aliñadas (an Assortment of Marinated Olives), Ceviche, and Tostones (Plantain Chips & Salmon topped with Creme Fraiche & Mango Chutney). And maybe a Pisco Sour. (I love this recipe's mangled English: "If it is necessary add some ice water and rectify carefully the quality of a good PISCO SOUR.") For a less surreal version, check out this this recipe from the Food Network.
We went to a great Thai restaurant in Winchester over the weekend: It Rains Fishes. The food was delicious— panang curry, soft-shelled crab, summer rolls, and the old standby (pad thai). They also served a refreshing limeade (sparkling or still) and a rich ice cream/ chocolate/ truffle thing for dessert. I can't wait to go back!
Surstroemming (last mentioned in these pages on April 10) finally gets its own museum. Somehow, I think even penguins would turn up their noses (beaks?) at this.
Krispy Kreme gives away free doughnuts on June 3rd (one per customer). The first taste is free, kid!
On a related note, their featured doughnut this month is Strawberry Shortcake: an unglazed doughnut filled with "strawberry kreme," topped with white icing and shortcake crunch— blargh.
I do like bao, but I like saying bun-snatching even more.
I meant to write about this over the weekend, but it got away from me. Despite the pouring rain and gusting wind, I did make it to That's Entertainment in Worcester for Free Comic Book Day. It's a great store— all kinds of comics, action figures, posters, toys, and what-not. (Lots of what-not.)
Bill Griffith was there, and he signed my copy of his new book: From Here to Absurdity. I also got to meet Richard J. S. Gutman and chat with him briefly. I asked him if he had a favorite diner, and he said the Mayfair. After looking at this photo, I can see why. Happily, he will be curating an exhibit this summer at the Culinary Archives & Museum at Johnson & Wales, Providence, RI. Now that the weather's getting nice, take a road trip and check out Diners: Still Cooking in the 21st Century. Don't forget to stop at Jigger's.
At the Florida Culinary Institute, do Twinkies constitute haute cuisine? Well, probably not, but some of the recipes sound amusing. Twinkie sushi still sounds amusing, but in general, there's far too much Cool Whip in the entries.
I realize the article is about pancreatic cancer risk, but jeez, could you make hot dogs look any less appetizing? (Happily, tofu hot dogs seem to be just fine.)
What's even better than Donna's evil chocolate cracker dessert? Making it for Passover— with matzo. Apparently "matzo crunch" is very popular.
Woot! Only 4 days 'til Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day: Tuesday, April 19, 2005 (noon to 8 p.m.)
I read today that it is the 75th anniversary of Twinkies. Although I haven't eaten any Twinkies recently, they do not in principle disgust me. These recipes, however, make me feel a little oogy.
Reading about "Twinkie Bread Pudding" makes me want to reach for Al Sicherman's Caramel Knowledge and bake "Binkies" instead. In his cookbook, Mr. Sicherman makes the point that Twinkies taste good, and they're made with pretty crappy ingredients. But imagine how good it would taste if you made an actual sponge cake and filled it with actual cream filling. He offers recipes for Binkies, Bostess Bupcakes, Bing-Bongs, etc. I also enjoyed the chapter where he recreates snack foods such as pretzels, potato chips, and (unsuccessfully) Bugles.
I wish I knew who borrowed my copy… I guess I'll have to search the used book stores for another one.
Alert reader Bob M. calls our attention to this year's must-have Easter device: the Peeps Marshmallow Maker.
I have to admit I’m addicted. Every year at this time, my knees get weak and my eyes light up when I see one of the first signs of spring: marshmallow Peeps on store shelves. Those super-sweet, neon colored delights always bring a smile to my face. What could be better?
How about a machine that lets you make your own Peeps at home? Best known for Frisbees, Hula Hoops, Hacky Sacks and the original SuperBall, the wizards at Wham-o have now created the Marshmallow Peeps Marshmallow Maker. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on one. […]
I have to confess, I've never been a huge Peeps fan. As a kid, I used to eat them (along with everything else in my Easter basket). But I think that the only candy I like less than Peeps (stale or fresh) is the Cadbury Cream Egg. Stranger still is this recipe for homemade Cadbury Cream Eggs— blarrgh.
More Peep-y goodness: "scientific" research and Marshmallow Peeps in Outer Space.
Once again, we'll be getting together with Cheryl to bake Italian Easter goodies: sweet rice pie, ricotta pie, and what I've always called Pizza Gain. But an article in the Food section of this week's Globe sets the record straight:
[…] On this bright day, Sabatino is handing out slices of another Easter staple -- pizza chiena (GAYN-a), sometimes called pizza ripiena, which means ''stuffed," or pizza rustica. At the end of Lent, people who have given up meat can enjoy it again in this lattice-topped pie, which holds a 4-inch layer of cheese studded with cold cuts. […]
I think I'd better go get lunch now. Reading about dim sum has made me very hungry.
And now, off to lunch! (Yum cha will have to wait until Sunday morning.)
For the first time in recent memory, I spent nearly 5 days without access to the internet. No email. No web surfing. No blog posting. It was strange. I was in Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love, for a conference all week. Since the boring part of the trip is the actual travel (flight delay, just-missed train, yada yada), let's skip to the fun part: restaurant reviews. Without further ado, an eating tour of Philly.
Monday night: SoleFood
As a rule, I avoid hotel restaurants. They're always over-priced, and the food is often mediocre. But after checking in at the hotel, I just wanted a bite to eat and a hot shower. (Hotel restaurants know that they have a captive (read: travel-weary) audience.) So, I ordered a Yuengling Lager and the Maine Lobster Roll with Roasted Pepper Slaw and a side of pommes frites. Yes, I did feel odd traveling to Philly to order Maine lobster, but that's another story. The lobster roll was good, but with a slightly sweet flavor (kinda strange). Happily, dessert made up for the awful frites.
Best feature of the restaurant (food category): The Banana Fritters Fondue, served with caramel ice cream and four dipping sauces, rocked. The fritters were nice and crispy; I think there was coconut in the breading. The dipping sauces were burnt caramel, chocolate, vanilla, and a tropical fruit puree. My two favorites were the caramel and the fruit. Best feature of the restaurant (non-food category): the decor. I really liked the look of the place, especially the bar area and lounge: high ceilings, cool lighting, reasonably comfy chairs, mosaics, art deco-influenced windows. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find any good pix on their web site.
Worst feature of the restaurant (food category): without a doubt, the pommes frites— limp, completely saturated with oil, not at all crispy. I ate one. Worst feature of the restaurant (non-food category): the music. Examples: a horrifying "lite jazz" version of "What's Going On" that I'm sure has Marvin Gaye spinning in his grave; a completely unnecessary cover of Van Morrison's "Moondance" by a female singer; and, mercifully, I can't remember the third one. My mind must have blocked it out in self-defense.
Tuesday afternoon: Reading Terminal Market
The conference provided lunch for us on most days, but not on the first day of tutorial sessions. Happily, the hotel was just around the corner from the Reading Terminal Market. After a quick trip to the ATM, I opted for an iced tea and a catfish po'boy at the Down Home Diner. Surprisingly, the iced tea wasn't the Southern-style, slightly sweetened kind. But the sandwich was tasty, and the home fries were nicely browned and crispy. I scoped out some of the other vendors at the market, picked up a nice ricotta cannoli at Termini Brothers, and dashed back to the class.
Best feature (food category): the sheer variety. You name it, they've got it. It's all fresh, appetizing, right in front of you. Best feature (non-food category): the building itself. The Reading Terminal Market was built in 1889. Details stolen from readingterminalmarket.org: The Reading Railroad (yes, just like in Monopoly) announced it would build a state-of-the-art train shed in Philadelphia at 12th and Market Streets. The new train shed promised to be the biggest of them all, fronted by a splendid pink and white eight story office building. Fortunately, after much debate, it was decide that the markets currently occupying the same location on which the railroad proposed to build its new terminal would be purchased for one million dollars. The markets would be relocated within the new train shed beneath the elevated rail tracks. Reading's new train shed would be different from all others in that it had a gastronomic bazaar tucked away in its cellar. Reading Terminal Market was born.
Worst feature: it's in Philadelphia, and I live in Massachusetts.
Tuesday night: Bliss
Bliss is headed up by Francesco Martorella, who apparently was the executive chef at Brasserie Perrier, The Ritz Carlton and Avenue B. I have never eaten at any of those places, but the dishes at Bliss were excellent.
Best feature (food category): a close race between the starter (Ginger Shrimp Dumplings with Baby Shiitakes and Coconut Ginger Sauce) and dessert (Banana Financier with chocolate ice cream), but the medal goes to the dessert. I mean, c'mon, the name alone edges it over. How can you not enjoy ordering a "ba-nahn-ah fee-nahn-see-ay"? I can't find their recipe online, but this one from Bistro Les Deux Gros sounds like it would be reasonably close. Make sure to artistically drizzle some chocolate and/or caramel sauce on the plate when you serve it. Oh, and charge $10 for it, too. Best feature (non-food category): the high ceilings and spacious feel, in what is really a rather small restaurant setting. The decor is simple and streamlined, with a nice palette of muted colors. It seems vaguely Japanese, but with lots of curtains instead of shoji.
Worst feature (non-food category): those high ceilings make for a really noisy dinner experience.
Wednesday night: Morimoto
While I was preparing for this trip, I Googled to see if I could find a restaurant from a previous visit (several years ago). I couldn't (and still can't) remember its name, but it was in the beautiful Corn Exchange Building. The current resident appears to be the Plough & the Stars, an Irish restaurant and bar. But this seems to be a recent change: World Fusion was a previous venture, and there may have been others. I remember the distinctive look of the place: it was in a "restored historically preserved Corn Exchange Building, dating back to the early part of the 20th Century, [with] 24 ft ornate ceilings, molded Corinthian columns and dramatic 16 ft windows […]" The food was memorable; I had a seared tuna steak that was encrusted with sesame seeds, and served with long green beans (mung beans, maybe?) that were tied into an overhand knot. This was also the same restaurant where I watched a really pretentious rich woman accidentally light her menu on fire (no joke!), but that's another story.
So, I didn't find the place I was looking for. But in the course of searching through the various Philadelphia restaurant sites, I did learn that Masaharu Morimoto has his own place, just a few blocks from where I was staying. As a longtime fan of Iron Chef, I had to go. morimoto offers a multi-course tasting menu (omakase), "designed to allow you to experience the essence of morimoto's cuisine." There are three tiers: $80, $100, and $120. I didn't want to push my luck with the accounting department, so I skipped the omakase.
I ate at the sushi bar, which is always fun because you get dinner and a show. Much to my surprise, Morimoto-san was actually there that evening. I saw him briefly behind the sushi bar, speaking with the chefs there. But he spent the majority of the evening lavishing attention on and drinking sake with the three people who were (originally) seated next to me. Two of the three were Asian, and he came over and conversed with them in Japanese for a bit. I must have been in the low-rent district, however, because as soon as 3 seats opened up at the front of the bar, he had the group moved to the better location. I almost wish that I had brought my digital camera on this trip, because all of the dishes (especially the extra-special ones that the chefs were whipping up for the V.I.P.s) were beautiful.
I started with the morimoto sashimi ($24), five assorted pieces of sashimi with seven sauces. It was presented on a rectangular glass platter, with two artistic squiggles of sauce (one red (chile-based) and one green (chive? cilantro?)). The sashimi were amazing— melt-in-your-mouth and each very different in flavor, complemented by a distinct sauce (e.g., tuna served with a light guacamole). I then tried the rock shrimp tempura with spicy 'kochujan' aioli ($14). This was highly recommended by the gentlemen who wound up sitting near me in the cheap seats. The tempura was the simplest of the dishes, both in appearance and in flavor. It looked like popcorn shrimp that had been lightly tossed with spicy mayonnaise, which was basically what it was. Tasty!
Instead of an entree, I ordered the dobin mushi (steamed soup in a pot with shrimp and mushrooms). This was a broth with a very complex flavor, smoky and rich and delicious. For dessert lovers, I am happy to report that there are no fish-themed ice creams or sorbets on the menu (although $10 will get you the wasabi tiramisu, a vanilla biscuit soaked with espresso and cognac, served with wasabi mascarpone cream and chocolate sauce). I didn't feel that adventurous, so I ordered the chocolate pot de creme, a bittersweet chocolate custard, topped with kahlua cream, and served with 4 tiny amaretti. And yes, I was able to go the entire evening without once uttering, "Allez cuisine!"
Best feature (food category): tough call, but the sashimi was fantastic. Best feature (non-food category): the sushi chefs and their mastery with knives.
Worst feature (non-food category): You definitely pay for the celebrity name. Dinner for one, no alcohol, including tax & tip: $78.
Thursday night: Tangerine
Tangerine was highly recommended by my fellow diners at morimoto. Interestingly, it is owned by the same restaurant group as morimoto (the Starr Restaurant Organization, which is also responsible for Alma de Cuba, Buddakan, and El Vez, among others). I was in the general neighborhood, visiting the National Constitution Center. After the conference-sponsored meet-and-greet at the museum, I wandered through the exhibits for a bit and bought some postcards. I started walking toward the hotel, realized that I didn't have the address for the restaurant, and called Chris for some long-distance Google mapping. A quick U-turn and I was on my way…
Best feature (food category): the reasonably-priced and varied bar menu. For about $12, I ordered a "meze" of 3 dishes: whitefish ceviche, crispy calamari with red pepper aïoli & kalamata olive salad, and a cold butternut squash caponata. The ceviche was amazing— flavored with lime and guacamole and olives. I've never had anything like it. Through a happy server slip-up, I wound up with an extra dish that I hadn't ordered: manchego cheese with raisins. Both the cheese and the caponata were served with thin slices of crusty bread, toasted with olive oil and salt. The food was terrific, a lot of different flavors and textures that went extremely well together. Best feature (non-food category): awesome cocktails! I tried their signature drink, the Tangerine (tangerine puree, vanilla vodka, and a splash of club soda). It was fantastic and tasted like a slightly alcoholic creamsicle. I'm looking forward to experimenting with these at home. I didn't try the Marrakech Express (vodka, Kahlua, and espresso), but that sounds good too. Chris wants to make Apples & Oranges at Twin Trees (Smirnoff Orange and sour apple schnapps in a martini glass, rimmed with orange Tang), but I can't read the phrase "rimmed with orange Tang" without thinking of pervy astronaut sex.
Worst feature (non-food category): The lounge does not have a non-smoking section. Blargh.
Friday afternoon: Bassett's Original Turkey
Airport food. D+. The less said, the better.
Best feature (food category): the ingredients seemed to be reasonably fresh. Best feature (non-food category): the people who worked there were friendly and reasonably clueful, despite the poor set-up.
Worst feature (food category): they were out of tuna fish. The bagel place across the aisle was out of everything except cinnamon-raisin bagels, though, so I guess I shouldn't complain. Worst feature (non-food category): a three-way tie between the long lines, disorganized service, and general lack of cleanliness.
In honor of the holiday, the Boston Globe reviews local chocolatiers. I love the photo gallery that accompanies the article, but take exception to their rating system— Barry White is far sexier than satin sheets.
Via Boing Boing: Sushi + Kitty-chan = totemo kawaii desu!
Obligatory Simpsons quote:
Homer: "It burns, it burns!"
Quiz show host: "It's loaded with wasabi."
Things without which I could not have survived this week:
NPR aired a segment on Sunday morning that paid tribute to H. David Dalquist, inventor of the Bundt cake pan. In Remembering the Era of the Bundt Cake, Bonny Wolf also mentioned a recipe that I'm looking forward to trying: her first-ever Bundt experience, the Harvey Wallbanger cake.
Masahiko Yamada: in search of the perfect soup.
[…] Yamada's job is to find the ultimate soup. After all, he was given the title of ''soup master'' from his company two years ago.The title is warranted, according to those who know the 57-year-old researcher of Nissin Food Products Co. They consider Yamada a ''living god'' of instant ramen noodles. […]
It's a wintry day in New England, and thoughts turn to comfort food, fireplaces, and good snow tires. Marian Burros of The New York Times extols the virtues of oatmeal. I'm a fan of McCann's Steel Cut Irish, but some of the others on her Taster's Guide (Bob's Red Mill, Country Choice) sound pretty good.
I've been jonesing for a nice bowl of Irish oatmeal with buttermilk and brown sugar. I like golden raisins cooked in; Chris doesn't. (We usually alternate.) We tried Alton Brown's Overnight Oatmeal recipe, but didn't have half-and-half. As a result (I think), it didn't come out very well. So, we'll have to try it out again with all of the proper ingredients and see how it goes. I'd also like to try Alton's recipe for steel cut oatmeal. Cold cereal fans can go visit talljay.
The New York Times has a nifty article today about ramen shops in New York City. (Registration required, or use rv333/rv333 for username/password.)
[…] In Japan, ramen is more than a cheap cup of noodles. It is the national dish, cheaper than sushi, available everywhere and perpetually fashionable. With its rich, meaty broth, ramen is very different from other Japanese soups; in fact the dish is a relatively recent import from China. But since ramen became popular in Japan in the 1950's, it has been a national institution: quick, inexpensive street food, as closely associated with young people and budget meals as it is here. One Japanese name for instant ramen is gakusei ryori, or student cuisine. Ramen stalls cluster around train stations, and vending machines provide customized bowls. […]
The article also mentions a ramen museum/ theme park (in Yokohama) and an instant ramen museum (in Ikeda). More reasons to visit Japan: the Gyoza Stadium and Curry Museum.
A recent Globe Magazine article (Growing Up Gourmet) really makes me want to visit West View Farm in Dorset, VT. The inn and the town sound lovely, and the menu sounds amazing. Plus, I can't wait to meet the innkeepers' kid, 3 ½- year-old Ray Chen, a German-Chinese foodie in the making! Too cute.
Also from the Globe: an interview with Dann Paquette, brewmaster of the Tap Brewpub in Haverhill, MA. (Related: Belgian Beer Fest in Boston, this Saturday Nov. 6th)
Finally, from Alton Brown's Say Cheese! episode of Good Eats: a tasty-sounding recipe for Fromage Fort (yep, Strong Cheese). I have yet to try making it, but I'm intrigued.
I've been meaning to add some food-related notes to the Clue Fairy's Lord of the Char Siu Bao posting.
Even if you can't get to dim sum, you can still make your own char siu bao.
Or you can read about one kid's devotion to his favorite foodstuff in Char Siu Bao Boy.
Or you can buy these surreal t-shirts that exhort you to Think Outside the Char Siu Bao. (I don't even know what that means.)
Or you can go to the Cheung Chau Bun Festival. Who knew that there was a festival for bao? Sweet bao, not char siu bao, but still! (I can't believe that we went to Hong Kong and we didn't go to the bun festival. We must go back. In May.) Plus, I just like saying "bun festival". Bun festival, bun festival, bun festival.
Overheard at the Lord of the Rings exhibit at the Museum of Science: "That's the sword that Mom wants!"
The Boston Globe offers some insight into the origins of my favorite Tosci's treat: the microsundae. I loved this quote from a Toscanini's employee: "At first people are like, 'Oh, that's really micro.' But then they eat it and they don't feel so sick to their stomachs. It's the perfect size, the perfect amount."
And if you aren't close enough to stop in to one of their shops, consult The Atlantic's Ice Cream for Beginners for a quick course on Zen and the art of Burnt Caramel ice cream. Yum!
Thai and foreign chefs cooked the world's biggest Pad Thai outside a shopping mall in Bangkok on Thursday. I am proud to report that we made the world's 15th biggest Pad Thai last night, in Maynard. In spite of it being the 15th biggest, there aren't a lot of leftovers-- we were hungry.
The World's Biggest Ketchup Bottle (and other really big things) are featured in USA Today.
Stopped for a beer at the Wharf Rat. Tried a sampler that included their brown ale, pagan porter, and stout (not a bad deal at all--$3 for 3 half-pint mugs). I thought that the beer was quite tasty, but didn't try any of the food. (Then again, perhaps it's just as well, given that there was a mouse scurrying around the dining area in plain view.)
Went for the real deal for dinner. Smashed helpless crustaceans with a wooden mallet and played with my food. Messy but fun. Having had the experience, I have to say that crabcakes are a lot less work and no less tasty. But it was practically a requirement to partake of the quintessential Baltimore foodstuff, and I'm glad that I did.
Enjoyed a lovely dinner last night at 14 Wall Street. The prix fixe options sounded good, so I opted for a salad (arugula, fennel, and grapefruit) and Maine crabcake (with sauce beaujolaise). Dessert was a yummy little phyllo packet filled with banana and "melted chocolate cake".
Alas, didn't get to experience the "views of the Statue of Liberty, Hudson River, Verazano Bridge & Brooklyn Clocktower" (there was a private party of some sort going on in the room with a view), but I hope to return. If it's good enough for J.P. Morgan, it's good enough for me…
Checked into my hotel last night. Unfortunately, I didn't bring my camera, so I can't photograph just how tiny it is. (I was mentally prepared for it, having read these reviews beforehand. Thankfully, it isn't as scary as some of the travelers make it sound.) However, I can change channels on the TV without getting out of bed (no remote required). The tub is 4' x 2'. The whole bathroom is probably 8' x 4'. But the air conditioner works, which is important since it's been in the 80s.
The client site is just off Columbus Circle, so I walked up to the hotel, past Lincoln Center. The fountain made me think of The Producers (and about a hundred other movies). I walked up Broadway instead of Columbus, which made for a slightly longer (but no less scenic) walk. After that, I braved the thunderstorms and went out for a beer with Devo and Iwan. Jen met up with us later and we headed over to Diwan's Curry House for dinner. Our experience was similar to that of the reviewer-- good food, empty restaurant. C'est la vie.
http://www.benjerry.com/ is alive and well. Free cones tomorrow from noon 'til 8 p.m.!
Tomorrow (Tuesday) is Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day! (Oddly enough, www.benjerry.com is out of commission right now... I wonder if they've been slashdotted...)
As Chris and I were driving home from Lunacon, we stopped off to have dinner in CT with some friends. As we were driving to the restaurant, we drove past a Krispy Kreme and noticed that the HOT sign was lit. After a very nice dinner at El Torero, we headed back to I-95. The HOT sign was still lit. Amazingly, there was no line in the parking lot or anything like that. (This particular Krispy Kreme has been open for a while, so maybe some of the insanity has abated.) We parked the car and headed in to sample the Krispy Kreme experience for ourselves.
We oohed and aahed over the cool manufacturing equipment, and I couldn't stop hearing Homer Simpson's voice in my head ("Mmm… doughnuts…"). We watched the fryer/ flipper mechanism, and stared raptly at the disturbing yet intriguing "waterfall of glaze". Finally, we reached the proverbial end of the line, and a Krispy Kreme employee handed us each a plain glazed doughnut, hot off the conveyer belt. Oh. My. God.
I have never eaten a doughnut that tasted this good. It was light and airy. It was still warm. It made me say "wow", multiple times.
Now, I've heard people rave about Krispy Kreme before, and didn't really understand the attraction. I'm a Dunkin' Donuts gal myself, and I had never sampled a Krispy Kreme that wasn't cold, from a box. Hot off the line is a whole 'nother story. Thankfully, there are only about 3 Krispy Kreme franchises in MA right now, and none of them are near us. I'm safe, for now.
Tried a new recipe recently. The Boston Globe Sunday Magazine had a feature a few weeks ago on Sweet Endings: panna cotta, rice pudding, etc. We had some heavy cream and whole milk left over from Chris's birthday, and there was just enough to make Indian pudding. It met my two major criteria for trying out a new recipe-- I liked all of the ingredients, and it sounded like a good combination: cornmeal, a little maple syrup, a little brown sugar, some dried cranberries and golden raisins, eggs, cream, and spices. I didn't realize until too late that it had to bake for 2 hours (slightly longer than I was expecting), but it was delicious and it made the whole house smell great. Presentation-wise, it's not much to look at (sort of like a nondescript, dark brown bread pudding), but mighty tasty (if I may say so myself).
Via little. yellow. different.: Who Was General Tso And Why Are We Eating His Chicken?
[…] It would be possible to leave the story here and say that General Tso's Chicken simply honors a great personality, just as Arthur Wellesley, the Duke of Wellington, is honored in Beef Wellington; Pavel Stroganoff, a 19th-century Russian diplomat, in Beef Stroganoff; Count Charles de Nesselrode (another 19th-century Russian diplomat) in Nesselrode Pudding; or Australian opera singer Nellie Melba in the dessert, Peach Melba. Indeed some believe it quite likely that the dish was whipped up for the general after some signal victory, just as Chicken Marengo was whipped up for Napoleon after he defeated the Austrians at Marengo on June 14, 1800.Still, the recipe is not particularly original -- the ingredients are used in many stir-fry Chinese dishes -- and the dark meat chicken argues for a humbler origin. It's a poor man's dish, not a feast for a field marshal. […]