le blog de tranny

yummykins mcderish

Month: June, 2010

sysiphus’ gnocchi

I was like OMG the Silver Spoon is like tha greatest thing evarrr we have leftover ricotta and spinach from the CSA why don’t I make some gnocchi??!!

So I sauteed up some spinach, wrung out the water…

Chopped it up finely…

Combined it with egg yolks and ricotta…

Formed the mixture into balls and “lightly dusted” them with flour as suggested by the Silver Spoon. Then they were ready to boil!

So that’s all fine. I made some nice photos. Uhm… I don’t know what kind of crack the authors of the Silver Spoon were smoking when they wrote this recipe, but this method did not work for me. The gnocchi dough was, as I feared, way too wet… the gnocchi just fell apart while cooking! I know it’s partially my fault for just eye-balling everything but I should’ve listened to my instincts and known that these balls were too moist, and not in a good way. After the first gnocco I had thrown in the pot as a tester was completely demolished I frantically looked up a spinach and ricotta gnocchi recipe on Epicurious — this recipe. After skimming it I concluded that I needed to add much more flour to the dough. “Lightly dust” my ass!

I ended up just mushing all the “gnocchi” back together and adding so much flour to it and making a mess. It was not well combined. I was super stressed and sweating under my bangs — I even had to enlist Ryan’s help in re-rolling out all the dough and shaping it into balls. We started with very small ones, just to be cautious, but ended up making a few big ones just for fun.

This is what they ended up looking like, fugly little buggers. Did I mention we only had whole wheat flour on hand? Hence the nasty fecal tint.

Tasted alright drenched in butter and parm. Wouldn’t call these gnocchi though. At least I didn’t abandon the mission all together.

My next attempt at the gnocchi challenge (potato this time ’round) was a wee bit more successful. I used Smitten’s method of baking the potatoes then grating them (in lieu of using a potato ricer or food mill). I followed this recipe until about halfway through step 4.

We’re starting to get tomatoes in the CSA! Hurrah!!

It actually looks like dough!



Shaping the dough into balls was much easier this time. With properly floured hands, the dough didn’t stick to them too much. It was tempting to keep adding flour to the dough and I eventually had to convince myself that there was enough flour in the dough and to stop. (I may have added nearly a cup.)

Unfortunately we still only had whole wheat dough on hand, which made the gnocchi taste not as good as they could have in my opinion. But the texture was pretty spot on, and smothered in a squash-tomato sauce with fresh basil and parm it was well-liked by all (especially those who had drunkenly stumbled off the street).

beef eater

Hmmm… what do most of my favorite things that I’ve eaten while out lately have in common? Being accompanied by alcohol is one. Coming from a cow is another.

Gina and I popped into Adesso a month or two ago to grab celebratory cocktails in honor of her completion of le Ph.D. I started off with the ‘billionaire cocktail’: bourbon, grenadine, lemon and absinthe bitters. It was definitely the best cocktail I had all night!

The great thing about getting to Adesso around 6 and sitting at the bar is that the lovely man behind the bar will often give out samples of the house-cured meats. Or at least that’s what happened when we were there — and it’s not like we were getting special treatment or anything — the couple sitting next to us got free tastes as well. Anyway, said man gave us a taste of the bresaola (menu description: cured beef, red wine, black pepper), drizzled with some top quality olive oil. I’d never tried bresaola before but holy fuck was this delicious. A welcome departure from the pepper-crusted salami I buy from the store a little too often. I guess the man’s method of free sample advertising was quite effective, because I ended up ordering a full plate of the bresaola later in the night. Excuse the low-light photo.


~
That same weekend I went out to dinner at Garibaldi’s with Paul’s family, a graduation present from his aunt and uncle. I had tried to get us reservations at Pizzaiolo instead but they were of course all booked up (we were a party of six trying to get last minute reservations around 7.00, after all). I’d eaten at Garibaldi’s before and to be honest, was expecting to be somewhat disappointed (to be eating at a good restaurant when there are so many great restaurants in the area), but actually, I was very happy with my entire meal! The steak tartare blew me away. It was served with an egg yolk on top, sea salt and black pepper, a stack of crostinis, and a deliciously spicy side salad that I believe had rojo peppers, parsley and capers in it. We were sitting in the back room which was basically pitch black so sadly my photos suffered.

We also had this wine per P’s uncle’s recommendation after soliciting my wine preferences. I don’t know much about wine (as Jane often likes to remind me) but this was the bottle he ordered after I said “full-bodied red with fruity undertones.” I’m a fan of pinot noir in general but this one was so delish — I’ll have to remember it for when I have enough money to buy 2004 vintage bottles (thanks Uncle Matt!).

~
I’ve been doing my best to dapple in offal lately, so when we lunched at The Alembic a few weeks ago I went for the Wagyu beef tongue sliders with fried green tomatoes, horseradish aioli, pickled onion and arugula. One of the most delicious things I’ve eaten in a while.

Cocktail-wise I opted for the Vasco de Gama: bourbon, Garam masala spiced apple syrup, and a splash of scotch. In a word: stiff.

~
I’ve been going to SF a lot more lately and it’s been worth the extra effort! The other day Paul and I went to Ike’s Place in the Castro. Not wanting to hold myself back from indulging in what I really wanted, I ordered the Super Mario with jalapenos. Meatballs, marinara and mozzarella sticks. Half a sandwich later I was a glowing mother-to-be! (Of a food baby.)

Apparently Ike’s is being sued by its neighbors and might have to change its location or something. The neighbors do seem pretty touchy about noise/sidewalk-crowding based on the signage I saw in and around the store front. I honestly don’t think I would mind being Ike’s neighbor, as long as I got free sandwiches or even just line-cutting privileges once in a while. It’s not like it’s a bar or open super late or anything. Seems to just be an unfortunate neighbor match.

~
I was ravenously hungry on my way home from the work the other day… so much so that I was contemplating stopping over at McDonald’s until I saw the drive-thru line. As I was coming up on the intersection of Market and Adeline some peeps on the sidewalk drew my attention. Not those posted-on-the-corner-type peeps that tend to punctuate Market St., but cheery-tamale-eatin’ peeps — how could I have forgotten that there is a deliciously convenient if not somewhat ghetto tamale establishment just up the street from my house?! I swerved the car onto a side street and went in and ordered myself a beef tamale. I love this place — it’s really got a charm about it that is so emblematic of my neighborhood in general. It’s basically a tiny converted downstairs apartment consumed mostly by the kitchen. Mexican TV blaring, questionable sanitary conditions, minimal English and no room to sit or even really stand. When you enter there’s a counter immediately to the left where you order. They can be kind of hit or miss with their hours and selection, but what else can you expect from a joint that is so utterly mom & pop? Tamales Unicos de Cuernavaca, I will miss you when I go.

I dig their tamales too. They seem pretty authentic to me… It’s a meal for $2.25!

~
This is cheating because technically I didn’t order it but for beef’s sake let’s include it. Paul and I went on a lunch date to the Wood Tavern a while ago and I opted for my mainstay, the pork shoulder confit sandwich, while Paul got the Niman Ranch burger with avocado and cheese. They had Pimm’s on the menu so of course I had to order one.

To be honest, I’ve had better at a run-of-the-mill pub on Magdalene St. in Cambridge. (::shudder:: I was just reminded of Ask, the horrid Italian chain restaurant that’s located on the same street. Top 5 Worst Meals of 2009.)


Caro has said that the burger at Wood Tavern is one of the best she’s ever had, so I was itching to try it.

Paul and I ended up going splitsies on the burger and pork sandwich, so everyone was happy :) .

Beef memories are the best memories.

the (pickled) quail egg series

One of many delicious and interesting bar snacks offered at The Alembic on Haight in SF.



The Alembic, in my opinion, is American (new) done right. Definitely not just a bar… I’d go for the food alone. With duck hearts and bone marrow among its food offerings and a cocktail menu that looks like a collection of short essays, I’m intrigued enough to go back and shell out them dollaz. ‘Legendary’ cocktails AND sophisticated bar food. Dayyyuuum.

notes on death row meals

So many people have written/blogged on the topic that this post has turned into somewhat of a research paper. I don’t know what value-added I can bring to the dialogue on death row meals, but I hope this post is informative or at least amusing nonetheless.

Les Détenus
Last night I was reading this article about the guy who was executed by firing squad in Utah this morning. The article mentioned that his last meal was steak, lobster tail, apple pie, vanilla ice cream and 7UP. It got me thinking about this one time, sophomore year of college, when in the midst of conducting some stoney internet research on John Wayne Gacy, Jr. (I was really into the Sufjan Stevens song at the time, duh), I stumbled upon Wikipedia’s “Last Meal” page. Here’s some of my favorites (in terms of me actually having heard of them or what they requested). Most of these meals were “requested” but probably not granted.

Allen Lee Davis: One lobster tail, fried potatoes, a half-pound of fried shrimp, six ounces of fried clams, half a loaf of garlic bread, and 32 ounces of A&W root beer
Dennis Wayne Bagwell: Medium rare steak with A1 Steak Sauce, fried chicken breasts and thighs, BBQ ribs, French fries, onion rings, bacon, scrambled eggs with onions, fried potatoes with onions, sliced tomatoes, salad with ranch dressing, two hamburgers, peach pie, milk, coffee, and iced tea with real sugar
Joan of Arc: Holy Communion
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.: A dozen deep-fried shrimps, a bucket of original recipe chicken from KFC, french fries, and a pound of strawberries
Martha Beck (one of the “honeymoon killers”): Fried chicken, fried potatoes and salad
Perry Smith and Richard Hickock (from In Cold Blood): Shrimp, french fries, garlic bread, ice cream, and strawberries with whipped cream
Timothy McVeigh (the unibomber): Two pints of mint chocolate chip ice cream
Velma Barfield (serial poisoner): Cheese doodles and coffee (bought from prison canteen, not requested)
Victor Feguer: A single olive with the pit still in it

If you’re interested, I think this website lists pretty much all of the death row meals on record.
It turns out that serial killers/death row criminals, on the whole, do tend towards the hearty and somewhat low-brow (maybe not low-brow, but comfort food – perhaps due to their psychological state?) when it comes to their last meals. I’ve noticed lots of fried chicken, fried shrimp, fried pork chops and ice cream but also luxury-ish big ticket protein items like steak and lobster, and a fair amount of soft drinks and snack food. According to Slate Magazine, the most requested death row meal in the US is a cheeseburger with fries. According to this article, most inmates request meals from fast food chains like McDonald’s or KFC. There’s an obvious sociological/socioeconomic argument to be made. Or maybe it’s more regional – most executions do take place in the south, after all. Southern-born criminals, southern prisons, affinity for southern/American food? There’s also definitely a cultural element to the death row meal choice. According to Brian Price, who was a death row chef in Texas for over a decade, most inmates choose food unique to their culture. Perhaps this is because it reminds them of their childhood. I should write my dissertation on this if I ever do a Ph.D. I’ll add that to my list of things to do along with starting an Ethiopian burrito truck. (Jane says the injera is too flimsy to function as a tortilla but I disagree.) One last thought: to what extent are the last meal requests submitted by inmates colored by their knowledge of the restrictions on what they will actually receive? Maybe they refrain from requesting sashimi or caviar or bone marrow not because they lack sophistication or don’t truly crave those things, but because they know such a request would be denied. I’m guessing it’s mostly the former. The limitations to the types of foods prisons can provide have not stopped loads of death row inmates from requesting filet mignon or food in ridiculous quantities. I venture to say that the death row meal choices of inmates do in large part reflect their preferences, with the exception of those trying to make a statement. (The olive guy thought maybe an olive tree would grow inside him post-mortum, symbolizing peace.)

Les Chefs
But enough about the death row meal choices of people actually scheduled to die — what about the fanciful, hypothetical last meal choices of celebrity chefs? I could tell you off-hand from watching his show that Anthony Bourdain’s death row meal is roasted bone marrow, though he later declared that blood cake topped with a fried, runny-yolk egg might be his “new death row meal” when he traveled to the UK. I researched the hypothetical last meals of a few other chefs and found that someone has already made a book about it, entitled My Last Supper. Here’s a slideshow of some selects from the book. Even this small sampling shows more than one famous chef saying their last supper would include caviar and similarly decadent delicacies, and obviously one of them is Gary Danko. Makes sense I guess – it was at his restaurant in SF after all that I sampled oh-so-decadent bone marrow butter for the first time. Mario Batali’s last meal sounds pretty delish – an 8-10 course Italian feast starting with an antipasto of marinated anchovies and ending with an affogato and sponge cake with rum syrup. Full excerpt here. Thomas Keller’s last meal of choice, also in this book, consists of osetra caviar, o-toro tuna, quesadillas, roast chicken, brie with truffles, and profiteroles or lemon tart. For the most part, the death row meal choices of celebrity chefs seem to reflect their culinary identities with the exception of Alice Waters, who apparently stated at a forum that her last meal would be shark fin soup, to which Anthony Bourdain replied, “I don’t think shark fins are local.” She later backtracked on this. Go here for more extensive coverage on what was said at the “Food for Thought” forum with AB and AW. I found it to be a pretty fun read. You know what I would be curious to know though? If these chefs would order similar last meals to the death row inmates were they subject to the same constraints (i.e. a budget of $40, locally sourced ingredients, chef is a fellow inmate, etc.). The caviar and truffles wouldn’t make the cut. I guess if everyone’s hypothetical last meal had to be subject to these limitations then the ‘death row meal game’ wouldn’t be fun anymore.

Moi
In case you were wondering, I don’t really know what my last meal would be, though I do have a few ideas, most of them involving raw flesh. (As I have a fairly small stomach, I think I can safely say that I would not want to waste my stomach capacity on popcorn chicken or kimchi ramyun, both of which are perpetual guilty pleasures of mine.) I would definitely like to see some beef carpaccio or steak tartare (like the steak tartare with egg yolk they serve at Garibaldi’s) and some super fresh sashimi (salmon and/or hamachi) on my death row plate. I would also probably have a small portion of udon from Kappo Honda. Beyond that I cannot say. Carnitas or some kind of slow cooked pork? Oooh, maybe that pork shoulder, raw oyster and kimchi lettuce wrap thing that David Chang serves Anthony Bourdain on one of the “food porn” episodes of No Reservations. I think Caro and I are gonna attempt to make that soon so then I’ll know for sure.
Beyond these cursory musings, my last supper fantasy is rather incomplete. I guess I’m more in Thomas Keller’s boat, in that my last meal is shaping up to be more a smorgasbord of things cherry-picked from different culinary genres rather than one ultimate dish (or cohesive set of dishes constituting the ultimate meal). I guess I’m just hoping that I haven’t discovered my last meal yet, and that when I do I will know instantaneously, because it has to be that good right?

burger time

I just got off the phone with my old man who mentioned that my dear friend Max who recently passed through Oaktown on his way to Eugene, OR raved to his mom (who frequents the same country club as my mom) that I made him the best burger he’s ever had. He told me that too, to my face, but I wasn’t sure if he was being serious. I’m still not sure, but I appreciate the good word of mouth. People have told me that my burger patties bear a close resemblance to meatloaf. Perhaps that is why they are so tasty — because I make em chock-full of all kinds of shit. I’ve made these burgers for many a bbq to many a warm reception. I just combine the 80/20 ground beef from TJ’s with plenty of s&p, a minced shallot, minced garlic, chopped fresh parsley and chives, an egg or two, bread crumbs (to counterbalance the wetness from the egg) and maybe some garlic powder.

I can handle that meat:

Even as a mushroom head I guess I was pretty pro.

Max says he thinks the eggs must be the secret!



I’m loving the raw meat close-ups!

Here’s some more bbq food porn from Memorial Day just for the heck of it.


Caro made her infamous potato salad with french beans and carmelized onions (and a tasty green salad as well). Jane, who to our great pleasure has been dappling in desserts lately, made her amazing lime pie that I believe comes from the Dona Tomas cookbook. If Kat had been there, she would have most likely baked some bread (soda or olive or otherwise). I’m glad we’ve all found our bbq niche.




pistachios & apricots: a winning combination

We’ve been getting loads of apricots in our CSA lately. Got me thinkin’… about apricots.

When Paul and I went to Commis on Piedmont this past November, one of the desserts we ordered was a Roth Käse blue cheese paired with flat bread, pistachios and toasted persimmon. The flavor combination (like all other combinations presented to us that night) was absolutely perfect. Nostalgia for my Commis dining experience has led me to experiment with my own lazy rendition of this dessert as of late: Roth Käse buttermilk blue from Berkeley Bowl, seeded flatbread, chopped pistachios and apricot preserves! I’ve used Bonne Maman apricot preserve from the store the last few times I’ve indulged in this devilish combination, but now I can make fresh apricot preserves! (Let’s see if I actually do it.)

Just stuffin’ my face with blue cheese while watching internet tv, nbd.

Mmmm!

.

I did have fun with fresh apricots this past week though! Last Wednesday I actually made a salad for dinner. Don’t worry though – between the apricots, pistachios and feta cheese I had plenty of protein to keep me from being malnourished ;) .

Salad mix, apricots, coarsely chopped pistachios and crumbled feta cheese.

I made this salad again for a bbq at Jane’s this past Sunday, but sliced the apricots more thinly and added fresh chopped green beans. The vinaigrette was equal parts freshly squeezed orange juice and balsamic with a bit of olive oil, honey and s&p. Caro the Salad Queen approved so I’d say it was legit!

rant 2010

I am really lucky to live in the Bay Area, hub of the local food movement, located at the confluence of three magical forces: fresh local ingredients from farms and the sea, culinary talent schooled in the art of simple cooking and an open, innovative food culture. I eat well and for the most part, relatively cheaply. I feel sorry for people who live in Southern California. So I feel bad for saying that I’m kind of bored with the Bay Area local food movement’s flagship culinary genre, new American (/sort of Italian). Or should I say American (new)? There are so many four star Yelp rated American (new) restaurants around here catering to a clientele of boug-ey Berkeley/Oakland hills residents and fledgling foodies. The problem, I’ve realized, with having so many new American restaurants grounded in a mantra of local ingredients, is that all their menus end up looking quite similar. Who can blame them? If you’re working with the same ingredients, within the same culinary genre, there’s only so many ways to mix it up. If Liberty Ranch duck, polenta and sautéed chard go well together, then why not put that on the menu in spite of the fact that everyone else is doing it? The sautéed dark greens, the roasted Yukon gold potatoes, the melted leeks — these are all things I am sick of, even if they are paired with a juicy New York strip steak. This redundancy is exacerbated by the fact that many of the restaurants around here were founded by chefs who were schooled in the ways of Alice Waters. Perhaps that would explain why Chez Panisse and Pizzaiolo both have Little Gems with crème fraiche dressing on the menu. And speaking of salads, how many times have I come across the asparagus with fresh mozzarella or a farm egg combination in the past two weeks? And people still can’t seem to get over that whole soft-boiled or poached farm fresh egg paired with some kind of pork fat thing (though the first time I saw this on a menu was at Commis way back in the fall, and they did it superbly). And what’s with all the corn cakes? I fucking hate them; I’d rather have a biscuit from KFC.

Okay I guess I’m exaggerating… I just looked at the menus of my local faves online again and they aren’t really that similar. I guess I was just so disenchanted with my recent trip to Rivoli on Solano that I allowed my bitterness to unleash itself on the Bay Area food scene as a whole. Maybe this is what I get for taking restaurant recommendations from Rachel Ray (I first heard about Rivoli on her Food Network travel show).


This was tasty but I was bored. Am I being unfair? It’s not Rivoli’s fault that I just recently started experimenting with fava beans and prosciutto. Adding artichokes was clever but can’t I just pick up a few things at Genova and make this dish myself? I probably should’ve ordered something different. Regardless, the apps were still way better than the entrees.

My experience with the ‘slow braised’ pork osso bucco at Rivoli was similar to my experience with the duck dish at Bay Wolf (Paul and I went in January for my birthday) — dealbreaker. The meat wasn’t that tender or that flavorful, rendering the entire dish a complete waste of money. For me, the meat was the main attraction and my sole reason for ordering the dish, which came with a starch and vegetable I eat at home on a regular basis and can prepare with ease.

Why hello sugar snap peas and carrots! Did you sneak out of my fridge, hide in my purse and hop into my risotto? Maybe the saffron can introduce some novelty into this risotto — oh wait nope still pretty mediocre.


The infamous corn cake thingy, referred to on the menu as a “spoon cornbread soufflé.” I kind of hated the fish — they should’ve just kept the dish simple and fresh instead of trying to put that whole Southern-fusion spin on it. So tired.

In conclusion, everything at Rivoli was decent but nothing was amazing. We were as usual the youngest people in the restaurant but I now must conclude that it’s because these older people are too lazy to cook and have money to spare, not because they have terribly sophisticated palates. More often than not, the food at these four star rated on Yelp places is good but not that good. Not good enough to warrant paying 50+ dollars per person, in my opinion, when I have all these ingredients in my CSA and a home-cooked meal would be so much more satisfying. As Jane put it when describing how burned out she became during asparagus season last year, “I have my own seasonal menu at home.” I want to be served something I can’t make myself; if the pork or duck isn’t melt-in-my-mouth tender then what the hell am I paying for? At that point, the cocktails become the main draw and that’s just stupid.



The manhattan and the cucumber gimlet at Rivoli were both excellent btw.

I feel bad because I think my sourpuss expression of utter disappointment throughout the entire meal ruined the experience for Paul. He brought up a very interesting point – that we seem to be suffering from a Bourdain-like syndrome (perhaps induced by watching too much Anthony Bourdain), where if an upscale dining establishment isn’t the shit (read: a Michelin star recipient), then we’d rather eat at a taco truck or at someone’s grandma’s house. I’d never interpreted Anthony Bourdain’s eating habits that way (to me he seems to just like hearty meaty shit) but I see the truth to it. And it does kind of hold for us now too; when it comes to new American, these days I almost don’t find it worth going out to eat unless the restaurant is like, Commis or Gary Danko. One exception to this rule is Pizzaiolo (which I guess is more Italian but is also a seasonal ingredients type joint). Maybe Rivoli could benefit from following Pizzaiolo’s example, by moving away from the latter and closer to the former on the spectrum between Italian and Californian. Here’s some photos I took during our most recent trip to Pizzaiolo for Caro’s birthday. I’d say Pizzaiolo is a pretty much a unanimous favorite among me and my besties.

Worth it for the cocktails and the food!

The Little Gems with creme fraiche dressing were a bit overdressed. Caro says they’re less so at Chez Panisse.

Morro Bay shrimp from the wood oven – delicious from head to tail!

The Monterey Bay squid pizza with tomato sauce and aioli… my absolute fave.

I don’t want to sound like a douchebag and I know I hold none of the qualifications of a food critic. It’s my fault really, for choosing to eat out at American (new) restaurants so often. If it comes down to a choice between that and my CSA in order to remedy this gastronomic ennui then I am obviously going to cut down on the former. All I know is the next time I eat out I’m going to Kirala.

how to eat the vegetables you* despised as a child

*And by you I mean me. I know I don’t speak for everyone, but when I was little peas and brussels sprouts were by far the grossest vegetables in my mind.

Luckily now I’m (allegedly) a grown-up who knows that the only way to eat the vegetables you despised as a child is to cook them with cured pork and lots of butter. But I didn’t discover this magic formula all on my own.. the Silver Spoon told me!

Making Peas Palatable
This recipe is adapted from the Silver Spoon’s Fava Beans with Ham recipe. When I made it, I added a bunch of English shelling peas to supplement the fava beans. In retrospect, I could’ve easily made this dish with just peas!

Shell the fava beans/peas. Boil them for 10ish minutes then drain them. Melt a sizeable chunk of butter (I’d say maybe 1/3-1/2 a stick depending on how much other stuff you have) in a pan. Add chopped carrot, onion and ham or bacon or prosciutto (last time I used prosciutto di parma from the Berkeley Bowl deli and it was delish) and saute for 5ish minutes. If you’re using bacon then add it first after melting the butter and then add the carrot and onion once the fat renders. Add the fava beans/peas then pour in some chicken stock. (Variation that we’re experimenting with right now: add chopped, peeled potatoes the same time you add the carrot and onion. Once you add the fava beans, simmer the mixture with the lid on for 5-10 minutes so the potatoes steam, then take the lid off and simmer til the sauce thickens.) Season with s&p and simmer til the sauce thickens/most of the liquid evaporates. I think it takes about 15-20 minutes. Turn off the heat and stir in some more butter. The end. Here’s some photos.





We served this with a very loose interpretation of Smitten Kitchen’s pasta with cheese and black pepper recipe that Ryan made. More generally I would say that this would pair well with a simple starch as it is so full of flavor!

Making Brussels Sprouts Palatable
This recipe is also from the Silver Spoon. It’s called Brussels Sprouts au Gratin. I pretty much followed it exactly.

It’s probably best to start with the bechamel sauce. Make a roux: melt 1/4 cup butter then whisk in 1/4 cup flour. Pour in 2 1/4 cup milk and whisk constantly while you bring it to a boil. Season with salt and simmer on low heat for at least 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Remove from the heat and add s&p and nutmeg to taste. Add milk or equal parts butter and flour as necessary to get the right consistency. Add half a cup of grated Swiss cheese to the sauce and stir it in until it melts.

Cook ~1 1/2 lbs brussels sprouts in salted boiling water for 10 minutes, then drain. Heat some butter and olive oil in a pan and add diced pancetta or bacon. Cook til lightly browned. Add the brussels sprouts and a tablespoon of hot water and cook for 5 minutes. Place the brussels sprouts in a buttered dish and sprinkle with 1/4 cup of grated Swiss cheese. Spread the bechamel sauce over it and the sprinkle another 1/4 cup of Swiss cheese over the whole thing. Bake for 20 minutes at 350 degrees F.

I served this alongside spaghetti tossed with Alice Waters’ bacon tomato sauce plus some extras. Bacon, onion, canned diced tomatoes, s&p, minced garlic, red pepper flakes and some fresh cilantro to sprinkle over the top. Caro made a nice side salad to balance out the heaviness of the meal. This dinner was top notch!

food porn: asian edition

Note: Asiany food porn that has been posted previously on this blog does not appear here (i.e. the udon at Kappo Honda).
Chronologically,

Banh Beo, Banh Cuon, Egg Rolls, Fried Rice, and Other Delicious Catered Vietnamese/Chinese Foods
Christmas Potluck, December 2008


My Step-Mom’s Homemade Pho with Rare Steak, Fatty Flank and Meatballs
March 2009

Bun Rieu, Quan Hop Restaurant
Westminster, CA, March 2009

The best sashimi I’ve eaten.. ever? at one of the few Japanese restaurants in West End (I’m 60% sure it was Okawari)
London, UK, April 2009


Soft shell crab, always a win.

Kimchee Jar, Momofuku Noodle Bar
NYC, March 2010

Wonton Soup at a Chinese restaurant located across the street from the Fung Wah Bus Stop
NYC Chinatown, March 2010

The biggest seafood pancake I’ve ever seen!, Suishaya Restaurant
Boston Chinatown, March 2010

Mandarin Beef Soup with Handmade Noodles, Shan Dong Restaurant
Oakland Chinatown, May 2010

Green Tea Ice Cream Crepe with Custard and Strawberries, Genki Crepes
San Francisco, June 2010


the full english: then, now, and as it should be

The full English breakfast is probably the only food I discovered while living in the UK that endeared me in the slightest to British cuisine. This is probably unfair; I can’t base my opinion of an entire country’s cuisine on dining hall and pub offerings and I’ve never been to the Fat Duck so… yeah, I’m biased. I’ll just reiterate what I’ve said many times before, that it is my understanding that in the UK (or at least, in Cambridge), it is quite difficult to find decent British fare for a reasonable price. Not to mention that every restaurant is a chain and every entrée is served with chipped potatoes. (Example: Brown’s restaurant – kind of decent… but overpriced and A CHAIN.) The exception to this rule is of course, English breakfast, which should really be called brunch. I mean, what a deal! I could eat this at 11 and not be hungry again til 7 (which is remarkable for me).

Anyone who’s been to Cambridge knows about the full English at Copper Kettle on King’s Parade. I mean, the vegetarian full English at this tourist trap could always usually satisfy me (note: the non-vegetarian full English here is horrifying – the sausages taste like they’re filled with sawdust) but they sometimes overcook the eggs and more generally, kind of rip you off. With the regular full English you get a tomato, an egg, bacon, sausage, beans, fried toast and toast. No mushrooms and no black pudding. With the veggie full English you get a few mushrooms, a tomato, two eggs, beans, chips, fried toast and toast. CHIPS?! Ugh so weak. I always substituted the chips for an extra tomato (stingy bastards).

For a mere 50p more one can just get the full English at Martin’s Coffee House, located right next to the Judge on Trumpington Road. Far superior and actually legit full English. Succulent sausages, runny eggs, black pudding (if you’re into that), and when you order the full English, you get a free coffee!

But enough reviewing of restaurants located in places I don’t live anymore. Let’s talk the present. Let’s talk the Bay Area. I don’t know of any breakers joints around here serving up the full English, and a cursory search on Yelp doesn’t yield any promising leads. Up until two or three weeks ago, it had been over a year since I’d indulged in this greasy orgy of pork, carbs and cholesterol. Two Sundays ago I woke up ravenously hungry after a night of scant eat and ample drink. Seeing as my IPhone was next to the bed I decided to check Facebook, only to see a friend’s status update detailing how he’d just finished eating a glorious English breakfast prepared for him by our friend Grisha. I was struck with a jealousy and craving so violent that I immediately drove myself to Berkeley Bowl to get the ingredients for an English breakers of my own.

Brace yourself for a jolly good ol’ food pornorific time!

There was no cumberland or other vaguely British style pork sausage to be found at BB. The closest thing they had was a spicy Italian pork sausage. Lame. Also, I believe field mushrooms are supposed to be the standard in the UK but I got some brown ones instead. And, being the unadventurous American I am, I decided to forgo the black pudding (and I doubt BB has it anyway).

My method of cooking the sausage, tomatoes (scored, drizzled in olive oil and seasoned with s&p) and mushrooms (stems cut off, drizzled in olive oil and seasoned with s&p) was with the broiler, as suggested to me by Jamie Oliver. This was kind of a fail for two reasons. First, the tomatoes didn’t quite brown on top as I would’ve liked them to. Second, the Pyrex exploded in the oven (!!!). Apparently this happens sometimes, and not necessarily by any fault of the user. (Trust me, there was no thermal shock involved. But according to the above link, Pyrex and other tempered glass can be weakened by microscopic scratches in the surface caused by normal use.) I’m just glad it exploded in the oven and not in my face. Needless to say, I will not be cooking with Pyrex ever again and neither should you. And before you say “PIX OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN” let me tell you that I did take photos of the debris, but my memory card was corrupted so I lost them :( . Note however that there were two sausages originally but that Ryan and I each have only half a sausage in the final photos. That’s because the other sausage was still in the Pyrex when it exploded and we were afraid of swallowing shards of glass so we threw it away. Yayy!!!!!!

Bacon fry.

The final product:

So that was all fine. Open a can, fry up some stuff, broil some other stuff and you have yourself a traditional English feast! I had a feeling that a little more effort could turn this soggy spread into something truly special. Grisha (aka Tomatoface) showed me way when I took him up on his offer to cook me English breakfast this past Sunday.

You see, olive oil, s&p shouldn’t be the name of game. The name of the game should be bacon fat… rendered in a cast iron skillet. Better, two cast iron skillets going at once (Caro and I each have one)! Grisha’s never actually had a traditional English breakfast, but his take on it was a great success. He pretty much just added bacon or bacon fat to everything, used cast iron instead of the oven, and added some delicious breakfast potatoes to the spread (in lieu of mushrooms and black pudding). Maybe that’s why there’s no English breakfast to be had around here… because chefs know, as Grisha knows, that we would all rather eat bacon and leek homefries than black pudding. Amirite?



Tomatofacedown in that bacon fat fuck yeah!

Frying the tomatoes in the cast iron skillet blackened them beautifully.


Everyone at our table scarfed down their food. I nearly cleaned my plate in spite of the fact that I was recovering from the stomach flu. Yes, I was shoving English breakfast down my piehole in between bouts of explosive diarrhea, running back and forth from the kitchen to the toilet like a real champ. That’s just how dedicated I am to English breakers, and that’s just how good it was.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 37 other followers