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frittata-off

I realized that though I’ve written about frittatas on here before and make them all the time, I’ve never actually posted a recipe. I think I never bothered because I figured it was too simple a dish to be worth mentioning, but I realized as of late that that’s not necessarily true. I had been confident that I, and anyone who set their mind to it, could make a perfect frittata with minimal effort, until the rekindling of an old rivalry cast doubt on my former self-assurance. Char and I both love to cook and both have significant others who love to eat, so we decided to have a duel of sorts, but were unsure as to what the battleground should be. We had to limit ourselves to one dish given capacity constraints in my kitchen, and we thought that a Top Chef-esque showdown might be too open-ended (the dishes needed be comparable), while an Iron Chef-esque showdown could too easily lead to an uneven playing field (he doesn’t really cook seafood, while I have very limited experience cooking duck and pork).

After Annabel mentioned a frittata he’d made once, I knew that had to be it — a frittata-off. Of course he was game, because he’s cooked many frittatas in his day, as have I. But once I set to it I realized there were so many ways in which such a simple dish could be.. imperfect. The right cooking vessel, the right balance of cheese, eggs and milk (my preference is to use milk because I always have it on hand while Char is a proponent of using cream), the right timing — all of these things are required to produce a frittata with a lovely fluffy texture that is nice and thick and not burnt on the bottom. Or at least these were the thoughts that flooded my head once we started cooking. The funny thing is I still don’t really have precise measurements for this recipe, even after my frittata-making abilities were closely scrutinized, mainly by me.

Since we had limited information about each other’s technique, the strategy lay in our respective selections of ingredients, which would not be revealed until the morning of the frittata-off. I decided to do a variation on the frittata I made last Easter when we were living in the Oakland house, which had pancetta, asparagus, green garlic, chives, parsley and parmesan. Falletti does not have green garlic. So I made one with pancetta, leek, regular garlic, asparagus, parsley and parm this time.

Char’s shtick seems to be extravagance with fats and rich flavors, so he opted to make a potato and leek frittata with crumbled bacon and two types of cheeses – parmesan and gruyere. I have to hand it to him — using gruyere was a really nice variation and added great flavor. I had never considered using a hard cheese other than parmesan in my frittatas, for whatever reason.

Note that we both chose to use leeks and cured pork belly, because those are essential to pretty much any frittata. But in spite of these same ingredients choices we still ended up making frittatas that were quite different. Even though I used a stick of butter in mine, mine was deemed the “healthy” option, while Brent’s had not a single fleck of green.

It was KZ who first made me a frittata and then later gave me the recipe while I was abroad, by posting it on my Facebook wall. I’ve used some variation of this recipe ever since. This is how I made my contender for our frittata-off. If you want Brent’s recipe, you’re going to have to ask him. His was more layered like a tart.

- Choose a pan that is oven-safe and not too large. You don’t want the frittata to be too thin.
- Make the egg mixture: beat a dozen eggs with (1/2 a cup?) of milk, season with s&p, add about 1/3 a cup of grated parmesan. Preheat the broiler.
- Fry the pancetta or bacon to desired crispness. Set aside. Pour off some of the fat but keep most of it.
- Saute the asparagus and leeks with garlic and butter in the pork fat pan. Season with s&p.
- Once the vegetables are almost cooked through (you don’t want to overcook the asparagus – if it’s bright green and still a little crunchy it’s the right time), add a little more butter and oil to the pan to coat the bottom (if needed), let it heat up a bit, then add the egg mixture. Give it a quick stir to let some of the eggs run to the bottom of the pan. Keep over medium-high heat until the eggs are just set on the top. If I had to give one tip on making frittatas it would be to watch it like a hawk, rotating the pot so it cooks evenly and giving it a gentle shake every once in a while. If you smell burning, rotate the pot, move it to the side a bit, turn down the heat, whatever you have to do. This is obviously not an exact science.
- Once the eggs are almost set but just a little runny on the top, pop it in the broiler to finish off the top. This should take 5 minutes at most. When you take it out, the top should be slightly puffed up and just starting to brown. Immediately top it with more freshly grated parm so that it melts. Let it cool for a little while before serving. Top with fresh parsley.

Char’s frittata came out looking like a double cheese pizza from Pizza Hut, but it was deliciously decadent and I must confess, slightly thicker than mine (if you’re into that).

He served us a few pieces then, suddenly and inexplicably, Char’s frittata committed suicide. I laughed while Annabel hunched over in mourning.

At least I got my piece! (BTW, in the end only P and A were present for the tasting, so the competition would’ve most certainly been a draw had anyone vocalized their vote. Or else they would’ve been in the dog house.)

LOL.

crabs for easter

It’s always a treat to visit my parents for a weekend in their swank new hilltop domicile with ocean views. They have everything a DIY foodie could possibly want — a wall of picture windows (read: loads of natural light for food photography), a spacious kitchen, sharp knives, disposable income and willingness to buy me the groceries I want, and gracious, adoring palates. It hadn’t even occurred to me when I booked flights for P and I that we’d be visiting the folks on easter weekend. It wasn’t until my dad emailed me a menu, oh that horrendous menu, of the easter Sunday brunch at Fleming’s that I became aware of the occasion. Scoffing at the menu, I immediately shot him an email back saying I’d prefer to make us brunch instead.

On the flight down, Nimbus and I began brainstorming ideas for easter brunch. I was initially going to do a corned beef hash with a poached egg on top (à la Nopa) with sage biscuits (à la Jane). In the end, my dread of baking and desire to cater to my mom’s tastes (she’s not so much a meat and potatoes gal) got the best of me, and I decided to go the more *fresh* *California* *hotel brunch* route.

Inspired by a salad Caro loves to make, or at least, that we often talk about (whenever it’s strawberry season, strawberry salads come out to play), I decided a strawberry-goat cheese-sugar snap pea salad would have to make an appearance in the brunch spread. I’d been thinking spinach but when we got to Bristol Farms I noticed they had mache, a spinach-like baby lettuce that’s sweet and nutty. It seemed like it would work perfectly and I’m always grasping for novelty in my food preparation (especially when I’m in an LA grocery store like Bristol Farms that doesn’t even have pea shoots or green garlic — I can’t help but be a produce snob!) so I nixed the spinach and went for the mache. I also grabbed some sliced almonds to round out the creamy sweet nutty flavor theme. The vinaigrette was a no-brainer — high quality Modena balsamic + pinch of dijon + honey + olive oil + pinch of salt + pepper — since good balsamic and strawberries is quite the classic combination.

I blanched the peas in salted boiling water for just a few minutes before rinsing them off under cold water. I really should blanch things more often but often find myself too lazy. It really is immensely more pleasant to bite into a blanched pea pod in your salad than a raw one, at least in my humble opinion – you still get the freshness and crunch but not to a grating degree.


[strawberry, sugar snap pea and mache salad with goat cheese and almonds, balsamic honey vinaigrette)

But this brunch wouldn't be my kind of brunch without a savory star to wake up the ol' palate. A gigantic crab cake, with a poached egg on top, and some kind of herby lemony reduction. My mom loves crab cakes and I love eggs. So we'd both be happy. (The men are easier to please.)

I have to hand it to Bristol Farms - their produce selection might be weak by Bay Area standards but their dungeness crab meat is top notch. The fishmonger picked out the best bits for me because I spoke to him on the phone. The meat was so sweet and succulent -- I almost regretted turning it into crab cakes.

[dungeness crab cake over mache, poached egg, lemon dill parsley reduction]

A bite or two of the unadulterated crab meat and I was ready to let go. I pretty much stuck to my old recipe for crab cakes but went easier on the mayo and instead of chives threw some fresh green onion into the crab cake mixture. I also halved the recipe.

I had the poached eggs and crab cakes going at once – it was quite the spectacle. Luckily I had a (somewhat reliable) sous chef. I mean he did wig out once and tell me to pull out an egg before it was done but by the by, he was a trusty kitchen partner.

The reduction was the trickiest part of the meal, which is to say, not 100 percent straightforward. I cooked a minced shallot in some butter for a while before adding a quarter cup of dry vermouth, the juice and zest of a lemon and a cup of fish stock. I reduced the fish stock by about half and added s&p and another quarter cup of vermouth to balance the flavors a bit. Right at the end I added corn starch slurry because it wasn’t thickening to my liking. I guess that’s cheating but who cares! I took it off the heat then stirred in a shitload of chopped fresh parsley and dill, because I wanted the reduction to be green. The herbs ended up browning in the hot liquid but the reduction still tasted great. I drizzled it over the poached egg right before serving.

saint valentine

When it comes to the great loves of my life, whiskey and McDonald’s breakfast certainly top the list. Jane and Caro gave me a bottle of Redbreast Irish whiskey for my birthday, which I understand to be one of the few pure pot still whiskeys still in existence. I’m not quite sure what this means, though I think it has something to do with using both malted and unmalted barley, rather than just the typical malted barley that’s used in single malts.

Anyway, to me it tastes like a more delicious Jameson. Thx my lady valentines!

~

Paul and I have been celebrating the days preceding Valentine’s Day with extra time alone together and delicious food, eaten in and out. Last Monday Paul took me to Resto Delfina (not the pizzeria), which I’d never been to before. I loved everything we had — from the speck and shaved artichoke crudo (the raw artichoke actually had a squash-like flavor) to the lasagne “vincigrassi” made with ground pork and sweetbreads. On Saturday morning we made McDonald’s breakfast together — one of our favorite traditions.

[english muffin breakfast sandwich with egg omelet, sharp cheddar & bacon, hash browns, grapefruit juice]

The Ore-Ida frozen hash browns definitely aren’t as good as the McDonald’s ones, but with a little salt, they satisfy my needs.

Usually when making McDonald’s breakfast I make a big omelet out of eggs mixed with a little milk and s&p. I like to season my eggs before putting them in the pan. This time I added some fresh chives because we had them on hand. Cheese-wise I opt for sharp cheddar over the standard MacDo american cheese.

When Annabel moved in, she brought ramekins that are the perfect size for making McMuffin-esque egg patties. I used one like a cookie cutter to cut out a pieces of omelet that fit perfectly on top of the English muffins!

Paul might not be a masterchef, but he knows how to fry up some perfect bacon.

This is better than McDonald’s breakfast actually, because I don’t get a tummy ache afterwards!

I’ve eaten out on Valentine’s Day before but that’s always such a cluster fuck. Valentine’s Day is really quite the exploitation holiday, if you think about it. Restaurants use it as an opportunity to sell you a prix fixe menu that’s horrendously overpriced and of questionable quality; greeting card companies make a killing, and why? So tomorrow I think we’ll celebrate Valentine’s Day with a quiet dinner at home. I’m thinking roast duck legs, with asian flavors. That way I can kill two birds with one stone — I’ll fulfill one of my New Year’s resolutions (i.e. to cook duck) and I’ll get to spend some quality time with my valentine!

a tale of two brodos

Okay, so, I’m pretty into this idea of, instead of having a sauce, having a broth (or brodo as I’ve douchily been calling it lately). This brodo concept is closely tied to meals I’ve eaten at nicer restaurants for one (obvi), and my embarrassingly recent realization of what deglazing actually is for another. Plus you know, nowadays when I buy a $5 bottle of wine at the corner store for the purpose of cooking with, I’m compelled to use the rest of it for cooking because I can’t bring myself to drink it (to think — I now have standards as to what I imbibe!). A far cry from my drinking standards as recently as a year ago, that’s fo sho. To cut to the chase, I now present to you a tale of two brodos — one red and one white.

The red one was born first, out of an attempt on my part to fancy up a simple, hearty and not terribly sophisticated dish — cannelloni. At least that was the original idea. Kale cannelloni in a tomato brodo with sauteed thick wedges of portobello mushroom (I had to get the meaty mouth-feel somehow). I even wrote out a recipe, based on bits and pieces of other recipes that I lifted from the internet. But I ended up changing my mind last minute when I realized that I still had leftover wonton wrappers. So Nina and I instead made dino kale tortellini with portobello mushroom in tomato brodo. Sigh — I would not recommend making tortellini out of wonton wrappers. The texture and flavor are a bit off — the dough is thinner and less starchy or egg-y or something. The final product was very much dino kale wontons in tomato brodo. Which is quite funny and worked in its own weird way — I guess I could pass it off as some kind of fusion interpretation (wonton soup but with Italian flavors?) but this was definitely not my original intent. Anyway no harm done — just use real pasta dough or make cannelloni if you try this — the recipe is essentially the same.

Kale-Stuffed Pasta with Portobello Mushrooms in Tomato Brodo

You need:
- parmesan cheese
- lasagna noodles or other stuffable pasta
- 1 container ricotta
- 1 large can diced tomatoes
- 1 container chicken stock
- kale, stemmed and torn
- portabello mushrooms, stems separated and reserved
- fresh thyme
- white wine
- 1 shallot, medium slice
- garlic, minced
- 1 small onion (or less), small dice

- Preheat the oven to 350 F if you’re making cannelloni, cook the pasta al dente etc.

Make the pasta filling:
- Wash and chop the kale (if you’re making cannelloni a rough chop is fine; if you’re making tortellini you’ll probably need to chop the kale pretty well before you cook it, and then super finely after you cook it). Saute it with a *very scant* amount of olive oil with finely diced onion (very finely for tortellini) and minced garlic. Season with s&p.
- Once kale is cooked, chopped to desired fineness, then cooled a bit, add the ricotta and a good amount of grated parmesan. You can eyeball the proportions — I know I did! Mix well then assemble your tortellini or cannelloni.


Make the brodo:
- Mince the mushroom stems. Saute them with the shallot and some garlic in olive oil until browned. Add ½ a cup or however much white wine and scrape up the brown bits while on high heat. Add the broth and the diced tomatoes with their juice. Mash up the tomatoes and add whole sprigs of thyme. Season with s&p and simmer for a good while, until it reduces by half or however much you want.
- Strain the brodo when you plate the pasta.

Cook the pasta:
- If you’re doing cannelloni make sure you layer the bottom of the baking tray with some brodo and that you moisten the top with either olive oil or brodo so it doesn’t dry out. (Bake covered, seam side down, for 45 minutes. Or if you’re doing tortellini boil those bitches then set them aside, not overlapping because you don’t want em to stick.)

Do the mushrooms:
Take the thick slices of portobello mushroom cap and brown them on each side in butter. Season with s&p. When almost done cooking, throw in some minced garlic and toss the mushrooms with the garlic for a minute or two.

Arrange the plates with brodo as the base, followed by the mushies then the cannelloni or tortellinis. Pour brodo over the top right before serving. (Did you notice that if you substitute veg broth for chicken broth, this entree is vegetarian? Maybe I should start having a “vegetarian” tag, since I now actually have more than one vegetarian-adaptable recipe on here.)


(Do you like my subtle garnish? I think it looks like a little shrub lol.)

Olive Oil Poached Cod in Carrot and Potato Brodo with Parsley Salad

The other day I was watching the Anthony Bourdain holiday special, where he and his buddies cook up the greater part of a cow. In one scene he prepares this roasted bone marrow appetizer, and he makes a parsley salad with whole leaves of parsley picked from their stems, mixed up with capers, shallot, lemon juice and olive oil, to go with it. I loved the idea of a salad like this, because when you think about it, the flavor of whole leaves of parsley isn’t really that intense compared to say, arugula, so why not make it the base ingredient of a salad? I thought it’d be a great topping for some olive oil poached cod (which I’d been itching to attempt since I got my oil thermometer), but parsley salad works as a starter too.

I wanted the cod to sit in a clear, light brodo (like this olive oil poached cod I had at Commis a while back). My plan was to add some carrots and potatoes to the broth, to get some aromatic action going and to thicken the broth a bit with the starch from the potatoes. Then once it’d reduced sufficiently, I’d decide whether or not to puree the vegetables. I ended up pureeing the vegetables with my immersion blender, turning the broth into a really smooth puree (so, not clear at all basically). I ended up adding more chicken broth after I did this because I wanted it to be more broth-like. So maybe I should really call this a puree — but whatever, semantics. It’s a brodo or it’s a puree depending on how much broth you add/whether you decide to puree the vegetables.

You need: (for two peeps)
*for the fish*
- 2 cod fillets (In retrospect I would’ve gotten rock cod or halibut instead of black cod aka butterfish. Olive oil poaching makes the fish really tender and moist which butterfish already is.. and I was left wishing the end product was slightly firmer rather than melting on the fork before it even reached my mouth. I also would’ve gone for thicker fillets. Should’ve done my research.)
- olive oil (I cheated and mixed in some canola oil because I didn’t want to ass rape our olive oil reserves. I mean if you have mostly olive oil the flavor is still there.. I maintain that this is fine if you’re working with extra virgin olive oil which I was — but if I had to do this again I would get cheaper non-extra virgin olive oil at the store and just used 100% of that.)
*for the brodo/puree*
- 1 small bunch of carrots, peeled and diced
- 2 red potatoes, peeled and diced
- 1/2 a shallot, minced
- garlic, minced
- chicken broth
- white wine
- butter and/or bacon fat
- thyme (I used dried but fresh is obvi preferable.)
*for the parsley salad*
- Italian parsley
- capers
- 1/2 a shallot, minced (the other half of the one used for the brodo)
- extra virgin olive oil
- lemon juice or white wine vinegar


[Bacon fat and yellow carrots.]

Make the brodo:
- Saute the shallot, carrots and potatoes in melted bacon fat and butter. (I just happened to have some reserved bacon fat from the last time I cooked bacon and it’s really proved indispensable so far. For example, with this preparation, I cooked the vegetables in bacon fat because I needed something to deglaze. I’m sure it would kind of work with just butter but honestly if you don’t have bacon fat on hand I’d either fry up some fresh bacon and maybe even throw bits of that in the broth or I wouldn’t bother.) Season with s&p and fresh or dried thyme.
- Once the vegetables have browned and there’s a good layer of brown bits at the bottom of the pot, add some white wine and scrape up the brown bits on high heat. Once I did this it was lookin’ pretty good and gravy-like.
- Add the chicken broth and more white wine if you please.
- Simmer until reduced by about half. Allow to cool for a hot sec. Season to taste. Puree the vegetables with an immersion blender if you want. You could also try pureeing half the vegetables and leaving half of them in chunks. Perhaps this is what I should have done. (If the puree is too thick add more broth and bring to a simmer again.)


[A lovin' spoonful of bacon fat.]

[Pre-pureeing.]

Cook the fish:
- Season the fish on both sides with s&p.
- In a pot, heat up enough olive oil to cover the fish to around 120 degrees F.
- Submerge the fish in the oil for 3-5 minutes or until just cooked through.

Make the parsley salad:
- Rinse and dry the parsley. Pick some leaves from their stems.
- Mix the parsley leaves in a bowl with some coarsely chopped capers and finely minced shallot.
- Just before serving, toss the parsley salad with olive oil and lemon juice or white wine vinegar. Season with black pepper.

Plate the cod on top of some broth/puree. Top with parsley salad.

Mmmm but you know what’s especially awesome about this broth/puree business? This morning I heat up the leftover puree on the stove and whisked in some butter, cornmeal and freshly grated parm. Voila — breakfast polenta/grits type thing! Eaten with Italian pork sausages and a poached egg (which I kind of botched.. should have left it in longer — it was my first time poaching eggs, after all), it was the best thing ever. (Another testament to the usefulness of bacon fat — I cooked the sausages in some!)

fall fever: the ferry building & a film festival

I know the calendar says the season’s about to turn but I am still very much in a fall state of mind. Why just this last Sunday it felt like Indian summer all over again. I feel like I’ve only just begun to notice the gorgeous fall-colored leaves on the ground, and I can count the number of crisp days in my memory from this season on one hand. That rainy Saturday a week before Halloween Paul and I went to the Ferry Building and bought ourselves all sorts of treats for an indoor picnic of sorts. I’d never been to the Ferry Building before. The parking situation is less than ideal but it really does seem to have most of the best of everything.

We had lunch at Il Cane Rosso. I wasn’t really impressed. The pickled chard stems are a novel idea but not something I would order again. The carmelized onion and bread soup was flavorful, but nothing to write home about. It was like French onion soup without the gruyere, and why would you want to eliminate the best part? The Marin Sun Farms roasted pork sandwich with jalapeno pepper relish was awful. It just wasn’t a special or even good combination; it fell completely flat and made me angry. I mean it was edible, but I couldn’t really be bothered to eat anymore of it after the first bite.

The meatballs however were great. So there’s a silver lining to this lunch story.

I love the New Orleans iced coffee from Blue Bottle so effing much! Especially when it’s gratis.

A quick jaunt over to Boccalone — I immediately snatched up a pâté de campagne to go with the rustic batard we’d picked up at Acme. We stopped by Cowgirl Creamery and picked out a wheel of the Pierce Point, one of their seasonal cheeses, to take home with us. I was enticed by the herbed rind.

That afternoon Paul and I cracked open the 2007 Stag’s Leap Cab we’d bought in Napa and had a snack of the pâté de campagne and the Pierce Point on Acme toasts. The Pierce Point was pretty mild (almost too mild for my tastes) while the pâté de campagne was surprisingly dry and coarse. I mean I know it’s supposed to be texturally less creamy than other pâtés but I still felt it was inordinately dry. I was a bit disappointed. As the afternoon turned to evening, I prepared the two lamb chops we’d picked up at Prather Ranch (we got their last two!) and Alice Water’s ratatouille with vegetables from the farmers market in front of the Ferry Building.



It was raining outside, but we still managed to venture out to the Page to watch the Giants win the pennant. Afterwards, Ken, Ashley and Matt came over and we drank buttered bourbon cider and carved a pumpkin (it was a group effort lol). We used less butter in the cider than was called for in this recipe but still ended up with tummy aches :-/.


It’s a pizza! We were gonna carve a PBR can next to it but got lazy.

Eating leftover ratatouille for breakfast is one of those simple pleasures in life that I will always cherish.

~

Late last week during my usual trolling of the internet I came across the website for the Napa Film Festival Inaugural Celebration. Yes, Napa is getting it’s own film festival! It won’t officially start until next year, but last weekend they had a handful of screenings/VIP events to celebrate the event’s establishment. Only $2,500 to become a founding patron guys. Paul’s birthday is just around the corner so I thought, “What better opportunity to book us tickets for a prescreening of The King’s Speech (usually it’s the other way around — watching movies is by far Paul’s favorite past-time) and maybe squeeze in a lunch at a Michelin star restaurant I haven’t tried yet beforehand?” Luckily Ubuntu had an 11.45 slot open. It was the makings for the perfect impromptu day trip! Caro ended up coming last minute; it’d been a while since the three of us had been out and about together. Those BF + BFF outings are important though.

Had to stop at Ritual.

In case you were wondering I do plan on making a habit of taking day trips to Napa. It’s just so close! It seems silly not to.

Let’s be honest; I did have reservations about going to a vegetarian Michelin star restaurant. I knew it would be good but I was worried I wouldn’t feel satisfied. Not so. Actually, by the time Sunday rolled around I had consumed carnitas on three separate occasions during the previous two days and in addition to that, had consumed a pork belly donut on Saturday morning. I was basically a pig. I was so ready, excited even, to deposit some greenery into my bowels. Ubuntu was absolutely amazing. God, it’s almost like, I can’t feel fully satisfied when eating at non-Michelin starred restaurants anymore. (It’s not because of the rating itself — those just happen to be the only occasions where I find nothing to complain about.) I never used to feel this way in Oakland. Okay I guess this doesn’t hold for ethnic food.. the bar is just so high for new American/Californian cuisine in the Bay Area these days. I’m really not trying to be an ass.

Hmm so let’s see. We ordered a 2009 grenache blanc blend for the table. Very crisp and clean. Here we have the foraged mushroom chips and dip with matsu-naise, crackers and chervil. The chips (or parmesan crisps I should say) also had mushroom in them I believe. The chips were slightly sweet and the dip was, as one would expect, rich.

The steamed bun stuffed with burrata and coated with sunchoke dirt, served with sunchoke tostones, roasted and raw fuyu persimmon and smoked green tomato. This dish was finger lickin’ good. Definitely one of my favorites. The play on texture between the bun and the burrata was lovely, and the smoked green tomato had a delicious bacon-y flavor. (This won’t be the first time I compare a flavor in a dish at Ubuntu to meat.)

The “garden snake,” another one of my favorites. (I have three favorites.) Made from leaves, flowers and roots from their garden and lightly dressed with lemongrass oil, herbs, soil (i.e. pistachio crumbs) and truffled pecorino. Isn’t it beautiful? The snake was barely dressed but had a bright abundant flavor.

The alubia bianco bean and fermented green fig ribollita with parmesan cracklings, ruby streaks mustard greens (on top), cavolo nero kale and smokey dried pears. Very tasty.

The ‘orion’ fennel confit and chanterelles roasted with pine needles, with quince soffritto and ash, fermented apple and sheep’s sorrel. Very interesting (and delicious). Apparently when you slow-cook fennel you lose most of the licorice-y flavor and it starts to taste kind of like marinated artichoke heart.

The organic arbuckle grits with whipped chicken egg (they put it in a whipped cream canister), crispy “skin” (made out of yeast), goat’s milk ricotta, hong vit radish greens and chanterelle and green tomato chow-chow. The pickled flavor of the chow-chow lent a nice complexity to the grits.

OMFG the potato pillows with blackberry leaf, rainbow chard, loopy sunchokes and midnight moon goat’s gouda BLEW MY MIND. The potato pillows were essentially gnocchi (is there a difference?) and the sauce on them tasted like lamb somehow? How did they do that? TELL ME. It’s just such a mindfuck because usually that gamey taste in food puts me off a bit because I associate it with the animal it comes from. But gamey flavor without a trace of meat is easy (nay, extremely pleasurable) to swallow. The chef apparently “wanted us to know” that he also shaved some Oregon truffle over this dish. Thanks, Chef!

Caro of course had to get dessert, namely, a chiogga squash sorbet float with sage soda, lemon/fennel seed tapioca, smoked cider apple granita and cranberries. From the server’s reaction we got the sense that she didn’t really like this one/was trying to tactfully discourage us from ordering it but I actually thought the combination worked and Caro was a really big fan of it. In my opinion it was the cranberries that pulled that combo together — I can’t really see the sage soda + squash sorbet being palatable without something tart and fruity to balance them out. Apparently the float dessert at Ubuntu is seasonal and always on the menu (the type of sorbet and type of soda depend on what’s in their garden at the time), which is pretty cool.

LOL.

Free wine-tasting before the screening. It was uncomfortably hot in the theatre. It’s hard to believe it could be so cold now when a mere four days ago it was spichee as hell.

Farewell for now.

smokin’ hash

…and cornmeal pancakes to boot! Warm Sundays when Caro and I both don’t have work have been the most therapeutic lately. Not only do we actually get to see each other, which in itself seems like a rarity these days (especially when compared to how often we would just hang around the house together when we lived in Oaktown), but we actually cook together. Last Sunday we started off the morning with a trip to the farmers’ market down the street from our house — it was my first time checking it out and I must say it was small, but very solid.

Divis x Grove.

It’s still tomato season. Good to know there’s a place where I can still find flavorful, non-mushy tomatoes this time of year. Indian tomato summer?

This fish stand was so close to cutting it in terms of a local fishmonger but alas, no herring (or other fresh small fish). Berkeley Bowl doesn’t have fresh herring or sardines either. Where the hell is a solid fishmonger around here??

After cruising the farmers’ market, Caro and I came home bearing beets, potatoes, figs, berries and of course, tomatoes and cooked a truly amazing brunch.

Caro broke out the Mark Bittman and set to work making some cornmeal pancakes.

Meanwhile, I started on the red flannel hash. It’s actually quite easy to make. First I peeled and chopped a few carrots and a few beets and then steamed them for 10-15 minutes until they were tender. I chopped some red potatoes and steamed those too. They took a bit longer.

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breakfast burrito lessons

We’ve all learned these by now; just thought I’d get them down on paper.

1. One tortilla is never big enough.
Tortillas come plenty to a pack, so why do I always end up piling so much burrito filling onto one tortilla that it becomes impossible to actually roll it into a burrito? I can’t count the times that I’ve intended to make a burrito and ended up with a humongous over-stuffed taco. My hand ends up compensating for the surface area that one tortilla lacks. I’ve learned that it’s far more sensible to aim for two reasonably sized burritos from the outset. It’s that one-tortilla mindset that leads us all to being greedy. Why don’t they sell full-sized burrito tortillas at any mainstream grocery store anyway? What’s the deal with this whole, failing to supply things that would probably be really easy to supply and that many sensible people would probably want, thing? Are we in the UK?

2. One can of beans is never enough.
A can seems like quite a lot but its contents always shrivel to a pathetically small mound after simmering on the stove for 7ish minutes (with a bay leaf, some chili powder and oregano — that’s how I like it anyway). Am I deceived by the bean liquid? When there inevitably ends up being only enough beans for three people to each have one burrito with proper proportions I can’t help but wonder why I didn’t just bother to open another can, when they cost like $1.50 each.

It would take a lot more than these hiccups to ruin a breakfast burrito Sunday for me. Eggs scrambled with onions and soyrizo, fried potatoes, black beans, perfectly ripe avocado, grated cheese and fresh cilantro piled on top of the biggest flour tortillas they had at the Health Haven down the street, eaten in the backyard with plenty of Cholula. (Doesn’t that read like a commercial for TB gorditas or some new Del Taco breakfast item that you would hear on the radio minus the fact that not everything is made from either corn or ground kangaroo?) Such little effort for so satisfying a morning. xo

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.

happy belated easter

To say that my motivation to blog (especially when I’ve other things to do) has been stifled by the inundation of the internet with food photos (taken with cameras nicer than mine) would not be so far from the truth. But I think I’m past that now… Regardless of what the rest of the world is doing, I’ve still got skillz to share and mouths to feed! As I am finally gainfully employed in a job I actually like, I really ought to start developing the non-work-related facet of my life so that I might finally be a complete person.

Rather than trying to tackle my backlog of nascent posts chronologically, here’s a fresh one from this past Sunday, Easter Sunday.

We started off Easter brunch with some delightful Kir Royales courtesy of Norm — that’s champagne and creme de cassis, mmm!

My contribution to brunch: pancetta and asparagus frittatas with parsley and chives.  You know how I cooked the asparagus?  In butter, of course, with plenty of green garlic.  I fucking love green garlic.  It’s like regular garlic except you don’t have to go through the hassle of peeling cloves making your fingers reek of garlic before mincing it up!  I cannot take credit for the discovery of this convenient aromatic.  It just started showing up in our CSA!  Oh Terra Firma, how you expand my agricultural horizons.

As you can see, I like my frittata with a bit of salsa.  Not that this one couldn’t stand on it’s own!  Caroline’s fruit salad rounded off our brunch entrees quite nicely, and Matt and Jane made some vibrant espresso vodka cocktails with orgeat.  If you’re wondering where the mimosas are, don’t worry, we had those too.  With freshly squeezed orange juice no less.

Jane and Matt also made some amazing banana bread!  No seriously, like the best banana bread ever.

And to top it all off?  An Easter egg from Ici, where Caroline scoops in Berkeley: flourless chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream, peanut butter, chocolate shell and white chocolate icing.  Perfection.

a breakers fiesta!

Not to state the obvious, but Britain needs more Mexican food. So many times in Cambridge has my stressed out, starved body painfully yearned for a Chipotle burrito or Gordo quesadilla. (That’s right, I’m not even asking for LEGIT Mexican cuisine as in San Diego taco stand style per se.. I just want Mexican food that doesn’t come from the one Mexican place in Cambridge where the meat tastes sweet.. yuck.) Sisi it’s possible to make such things oneself as Sainsbury’s does carry not one, but three! varieties of salsa (and tortillas, avos etc.), but I would never try to do that because I know that Sainsbury’s doesn’t carry one thing I’m very particular about having in my home-cooked Mexican dishes: black beans. I don’t even know if I’ve seen pinto beans on the shelf, to be honest, but I don’t care about those anyway. I don’t know about you, but in my Berkeley pantry I always had a can or two of black beans on-hand (and I know Caro does too because I was in her kitchen last week!). It’s a STAPLE. And it’s one of the main ingredients in Mexican breakfast, one of life’s simple culinary delights. Caro, Patrick and I made it one morning in a whopping ten minutes due to our efficient division of labor, Patrick’s looming 10am class and the pure simplicity of the meal.

Patrick’s culinary talents were put to use on the not very complex tasks of heating the black beans and corn tortillas on the stove.
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Caro made the guacamole, as she always does, except using lime juice instead of lemon juice because that’s all we had. I think I prefer the lime juice actually.. it gives the guacamole such a lively and refreshing taste.
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I made the eggs, 8 in total since Norm was joining us. I deviated from the Mexican theme a little because there were some La Note-esque ingredients left over in the fridge and scrambled the eggs with goat’s cheese and fresh chives.
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Assembled that shit and we had ourselves a bona fide breakers fiesta!
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