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Month: July, 2011

the hazards of loving food: bacon fat confit

(Yes it’s a play on the title of the second to last Decemberists’ album which kind of sucked in my opinion.)


[What does one do with an excess of bacon fat?]

As many of my friends know, a month or so ago, I was deep in the throes of an existential food crisis. Specifically, a warning from my mother and a chat with my optometrist had me convinced that I had high cholesterol and would have to significantly alter my diet. I freaked out. I started eating salads for lunch. I purchased this Eric Ripert cookbook. (Nina pointed out that while this cookbook features many fish recipes, which I had been planning on emphasizing in my new low cholesterol diet, there are also plenty of recipes in it with foie gras and truffle oil as the main ingredients lol.)

I got a blood test and it turns out my cholesterol is fine, at least for now. This means I can still enjoy my favorite high cholesterol dishes, such as mac ‘n cheese, fried chicken, and medium-rare steak, without fear of an early death. But at the same time, because I know I am at risk for high cholesterol later in life, I am making much more of an effort these days to eat less red meat, more vegetables, and maybe start exercising on a regular basis?


[Melting bacon fat.]

Anyway, this post is a tribute to those days when I didn’t give a second thought to the effect of what I was consuming on my LDL levels. It was a care-free time. A time when I would guzzle citrus-y cocktails, devour meaty mains, and preemptively pop antacids (holla JP) with reckless abandon. A time when I not only saved all bacon fat rendered in my kitchen (I still do this), but used it in creative ways. Case in point: that one time I made bacon fat confit chicken legs.



[Some quick side dishes.]

Bacon Fat Chicken Leg Confit
- Ingredients: bacon fat, chicken legs, garlic, herbs.
- Preheat the oven to 300 degrees F.
- Season the chicken legs on all sides with ample s&p. Arrange in a baking tray or oven-safe saucepan just big enough to fit the chicken legs. Top with fresh sprigs of thyme, smashed garlic and whatever else sounds good.
- Melt the bacon fat over medium-low heat. Pour over the chicken legs. Top off with olive oil if necessary so that the chicken legs are fully submerged.
- Heat the pan containing the chicken legs on the stove over medium-high heat until the fat/oil just starts to bubble. Transfer to the oven, uncovered. Bake for 2 hours or more until the chicken is falling off the bone. Fish out the chicken, shred or separate the meat from the bone, and serve with polenta and some sauteed bitter greens or whatever else suits your fancy.


[Out of the oven.]

It was a fun and delicious experiment indeed, but I think I’ll save my bacon fat for frying up home fries from now on. If you make this, be sure to save the confit fat! You can never have enough flavorful meat-infused fats in your fridge.

my 5 favorite sf watering holes

I’m coming off a weekend where I worked over 20 hours, so this just seemed like an appropriate post to make. Yes we all know what it feels like to be in our mid-20s, nostalgic for college, adjusting to the cruel relentless grind of the work week (and weekend, if we’re lucky). Obviously, since I have lived in Lower Haight and now Lower Mission, only bars in and around this locale made my list because I only dare blog what I know.

(1) Bloodhound

(Photo: www.bloodhoundsf.com)
We first discovered Bloodhound because Caro used to operate Chairman Bao while it was parked outside of it on Wednesdays. Not only is it beautifully designed, but the drinks are classy (I usually get the Recoil or one of the gin cocktails off the menu), the bartenders are legit, and it’s in SOMA, which is cool. (I still maintain that I will buy myself a hip SOMA loft in this lifetime.)

(2) Churchill

(Photo: Haigheration)
Yes, clearly I am a fan of what Darin and Dylan (of both Bloodhound and Churchill) have going on. This city just needs more lively, interesting spaces with bartenders who know what they’re doing. Churchill, like Bloodhound, attracts a pretty mixed crowd. I’d say that Bloodhound can have more of a FiDi or brostep-y feel, whereas Churchill is a pretty solid mix of young WASPS, hot messes and food-centric asians. One thing to note (which has not always ended well for us) is that the cocktails here are really strong. All it takes is two for Jane and me (and maybe three for Caro) to be completely shitfaced (and two is usually all I can handle). Talk about bang for your buck! Did I mention that there’s a pool table? It also helps that Churchill is a five minute walk from my house :) .

(3) Nopa

(Photo: Eater SF)
Gah! Perhaps the *only* reason that I miss my old neighborhood is that I was three blocks from Nopa. Whether I’m drinking a Cocchi Cup at dinner or a Ramos Gin Fizz at brunch, Nopa has and always will be one of my favorites. The staff (who we’ve gotten to know a little too well) there are super cool and it also doesn’t hurt that the food is impeccable, not to mention well-priced. I mean I know Nopa is more of a resto with a bar than a bar that serves food but it still deserves props for having an innovative, stand-alone cocktail menu.

(4) Phonebooth

(Photo: SF Weekly)
You didn’t think I was all about fancy shmancy joints did you? Believe it or not, this girl can appreciate a good dive, and when it comes to SF dives (of which there are many), this one tops my list. Maybe it’s the deliciously cheap and strong gin greyhounds. Maybe it’s all the hipsters smoking inside (no, probably not them). Maybe it’s the Depeche Mode or other catchy post-punk (I don’t know shit about musical genres) that always comes on at full volume as I’m reaching the peak of my drunkenness, I don’t know. I’ve never had a bad time there. And I never feel bad about losing my shit a little while I’m there because it’s so dark inside.

(5) Zeitgeist

(Photo: Grubstreet SF)
What could be better than Zeitgeist? They’re known for their Bloody Marys (one of my favorite beverages, at all hours of the day), you can get a pitcher for like 7 bucks, they serve tasty burgers and sausages, and they are one of few bars around here with (ample) outdoor seating. Also, I can literally see Zeitgeist from my house. If I lived across the street from Thee Parkside I’m sure I would feel equally or more passionately about it, but I don’t.

reclaiming my heritage with banh nam & cha lua

There is something so rewarding about realizing you can recreate dishes that mystified you as a child. Dishes that you loved to eat, that even just the smell of could invoke an onslaught of nostalgia, yet you could never even guess what went into them. I dug deep into my heritage amidst this past working weekend (being busy at work makes tranny a bad blogger) to try and make something special for Gina and Aaron’s heritage dinner. They have these fairly often, but this is the first one I’ve ever been party to. The idea is to bring a dish that reminds you of your heritage or somewhere you grew up. A dish that maybe your aunt or grandmother or mother used to make.


[banh nam aka flat rice flour dumplings with shrimp and scallions]

My mom never cooked traditional Vietnamese much when I was young, aside from this killer tom rim recipe, but I definitely wanted to take this opportunity to explore Vietnamese cooking a bit more. I considered making banh cuon or ga roti then I realized, while I was researching Vietnamese recipes, that there wasn’t a single recipe for banh nam, one of my favorite snacks as a child, in English, on the internet. So I had my mom translate one from Vietnamese (and altered it slightly to match my expectations). It was a risk, because I had no idea what the expect over the course of execution, but it turned out exactly as I remembered it. So here is my contribution to the English-speaking blogosphere: a recipe for banh nam, just like what you can get from the Vietnamese bakeries, courtesy of my mom and me.

Finding banana leaves is so worth it. It’s everything to this, and so many other Vietnamese dishes. The smell of steamed banana leaves is perhaps the strongest scent association I have from my childhood. (Well, that and the smell of wet asphalt.)

When I shared this with my friends they noted that it was like a Vietnamese version of tamales. They are kind of like gooey, flat tamales. But much lighter and more fragrant, in my opinion.

The Vietnamese version of the recipe tells you to smash the shrimp after you cook them. I’m not exactly sure how one is supposed to go about doing that in the traditional preparation (using a big mortar and pestle maybe, machaca-style?) — I ran the shrimp through the food processor before throwing them in the pan, and then ran them through the food processor again after cooking them, with the scallions. One could probably get away with just food processing or finely chopping the shrimp after they’ve been cooked; I’m just neurotic.

New staples for my pantry.

I used to eat these babies for breakfast, with nuoc mam. Could this be where my affinity for savory breakfast foods stems from? Are savory taste buds a product of nature, or nurture? Also, someone told me that if you’re already getting a lot of sugar from alcoholic beverages, you won’t crave sugar in your diet as much. I’ll take all three explanations.

Banh Nam
Makes about a dozen.

You need:
- banana leaves (I got them frozen at the asian supermarket and defrosted them on the counter)
- 1 lb of shrimp, peeled and deveined (it’s common for there to be some ground pork in there as well – I’d do half a pound of pork per pound of shrimp)
- scallions (about 6)
- oil, s&p for the shrimp/scallion mixture
- 1 cup of rice flour
- 3 cups of water
- 2 tbsp of tapioca flour
- 1 tsp of salt
- 1 tbsp of oil

Special equipment:
- a steaming device
- something to grind up the shrimp with (a knife and some persistence would probably do)

How to:
- Cut the banana leaves into big strips, about the width of two hands. Rinse and dry.
- Cook the shrimp in a pan with some neutral oil and s&p. Throw the shrimp into a food processor with the chopped scallions (no need to cook them in the pan; they will steam with the shrimp). Pulse the food processor until the shrimp is ground up into small bits.
- Make the flour mixture. Combine ingredients 5 through 9 (starting with the rice flour) in a bowl. Whisk well to scrape up all the tapioca flour off the bottom. Transfer this mixture to a pot, and cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until the mixture comes to a boil and thickens up into a paste. Turn off the heat.
- Assemble your banh nam. Spread 1-2 spoonfuls of the flour mixture down the center of a banana leaf. Spread a few spoonfuls of the shrimp and scallion mixture evenly over the flour mixture. Fold up the banana leaf, press down on the mixture a bit with your hands to flatten it out, and fasten the banana leaf parcel with either kitchen string or a strand of banana leaf.
- Steam until cooked through (the flour paste will be slightly translucent and green). Allow to cool. Serve with nuoc mam.

I was surprised at how much I nailed this one. Maybe it’s not the same as what you’d get in Vietnam (I wouldn’t know) but it’s certainly as good as any banh nam I’ve ever had from Little Saigon!

Cha Lua

I also made cha lua (aka Vietnamese steamed pork ham sausage thingy?) which was a bit of a grizzly affair, especially the part where I grind the gelatinous pork mixture into a paste. I pretty much followed this recipe to a T, and even deep-fried one of them to make cha chien, which I figured would appeal more to my heritage dinner audience. Now I have two more just sitting in the fridge, waiting to be used! Perhaps I’ll make banh cuon to serve it with, or some banh mi to take to work for lunch.

Cha lua had always been somewhat of a mystery meat to me growing up, but a delicious one at that. Turns out it’s just ground pork mixed with single acting baking powder, tapioca flour, water, sugar and fish sauce, ground to a very smooth texture and steamed in banana leaves. Simple enough, right? Turns out it’s fairly fool-proof.


The Ravenous Couple’s recipe calls for twice-ground lean pork. I unfortunately did not have access to a butcher willing to perform such a task, but I made sure to grind up the meat real good in my trusty new Cuisinart 12 cup food processor before forming the pork mixture into loaves, and the texture came out perfectly.

If you think this looks gross, you should’ve been there IRL.

Same method of cooking as the banh nam — you steam the banana leave parcels. They say that the cha lua is done cooking if it bounces when you throw it against a hard surface. I can attest that this is true.

The cha lua expands while it’s cooking, so you should be mindful of that when you’re securing the parcels. The one above was wrapped a little too tight and was bursting at the seams by the time it was done!


[cha lua]

It’s supposed to look like that.

To make cha chien, you just fry the cha lua on all sides in some oil. Et voila! A delicious Vietnamese cold cut to share with your friends! Some of my besties had previously tried cha lua once at Banh Cuon Tay Ho in downtown Oakland and were sketched out by it (I think it was the texture), but they gobbled mine up (and found it delicious) because they knew that I had made it :D . I can’t think of a higher compliment – friends not only appreciating your heritage, but trusting you and the food that you feed them.


[cha chien]

box of treasures

It’s so inspiring when someone says they have a dream, and then a little over a year later, makes it happen FOR REAL. That’s exactly what’s happening with Caro and her truck Brunch Box, set to kick off this week with a FiDi spot on Thursdays (Mission & 1st), Sightglass on Fridays, Ritual on Saturdays, and Proxy on Sundays.

Did I mention that the pork belly hash (served with *two* poached eggs) is killer? Can’t wait to try the Croque Madame this weekend. So proud!

More on Brunch Box to come…

soup diary: channeling Ina

I realize it’s (supposed to be) summer in SF but I’ve really been on a soup kick lately. This could be a reaction to all the roasts and mac ‘n cheese from Focaccia that I’ve been eating on my lunch break. All I know is, as dinnertime rolls around, I find myself craving something warming yet light, something that can easily be loaded with some much-needed veg, something… soupy. The other week on Paul’s only day off we were planning on having a quiet evening in, ordering Thai from our go-to place and catching up on perhaps the only tv left on Netflix instant watch that we haven’t exhausted.. On our way home, however, Paul suggested that instead of ordering Thai I cook him dinner. I was at first averse to the idea but then I realized we had some broccoli left in the fridge that was rapidly going off.


[turkey meatball soup with lemon, broccoli & escarole]

We also had a lemon, some chicken broth, some panko bread crumbs.. so I thought maybe I’d attempt a soup that was loaded with bright Italian flavors but not too heavy. Perhaps I would do a riff on Italian wedding soup, but with white meat for the meatballs like the soup Ina made for her wedding anniversary on Barefoot Contessa: Back to Basics (Jeffrey loves chicken). To channel Ina even more, I’d use fennel in the soup base (she’s a fan of including it in her mirepoix) and lemon (perhaps her favorite ingredient) to brighten up the soup — lemon zest in the meatballs and lemon juice to finish off the broth. So off to Falletti Paul went.

They didn’t have ground chicken, so I made turkey meatballs instead. I threw together the ground turkey with some scallions, garlic and parsley, an egg yolk, a handful each of grated parm and panko breadcrumbs, and the secret ingredient: the zest of half a lemon. I seasoned the mixture liberally with s&p and added more breadcrumbs until the texture felt right between my fingers. Don’t really know how you can make meatballs without being hands on.


I used a trick I picked up from a vegetarian minestrone recipe from Epicurious that I made a while back — using old parmesan rinds to flavor the broth. I also stirred in some escarole at the end, also borrowed from that recipe.


Cooking the noodles directly in the soup gave it a nice thick consistency. The finished soup was both hearty and healthy (at least by my standards), with a flavorful, nuanced broth. Ina would’ve been proud. (Or more likely, she would’ve not cared as I’m neither a WASP nor a gay man.)

Turkey Meatball Soup with Lemon, Broccoli & Escarole
What I had:
- ground turkey
- scallions
- panko breadcrumbs
- an egg
- parmesan cheese
- parsley
- minced garlic
- zest of half a lemon
- canola oil + butter
- a fennel bulb
- leeks
- broccoli
- leeks
- escarole
- parmesan rinds
- a carton of chicken broth
- a cup and a half to two cups of water
- small pasta, like orecchiette

What I did:
- Combine coarsely chopped fennel and leeks in a pot with a little bit of olive oil. Saute on medium-low heat until nicely caramelized, about 20 minutes.
- Meanwhile, make turkey meatballs out of the first six ingredients. Form them into small meatballs. Set aside.
- Add broccoli, parmesan rinds and minced garlic to the pot; season well with s&p. Stir for about five minutes until broccoli starts to turn bright green. Pour in chicken stock and water to cover. Bring to a simmer.
- Brown the meatballs on all sides in some canola oil + butter. Do not cook them all the way through (they’ll finish in the soup).
- After the soup has been simmering for.. a while, fish out the parm rinds, add the partially cooked meatballs and about four handfuls of orecchiette pasta. Cover and simmer for 10 more minutes so that the meatballs and pasta cook all the way through.
- Turn off the heat then stir in escarole and a healthy squeeze or two of lemon juice. Season to taste. Serve with parsley and freshly grated parm on top.

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