Friday, October 04, 2013

Southern Foodways Alliance Symposium 2013 photo diary

A little afternoon snack: 
Gus's fried chicken 

Pinching myself as Conference begins:

Captain's chicken via India 

Cocktails & nibbles SFA style:
An Eudora Welty

Ladies luncheon in honor of women at work:

The great debate: cake vs pie

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Celebrating Michigan spring produce: part 2

Michigan asparagus tart:

Puff pastry crust, docked on bottom, pre-baked at 400deg convection for 12 minutes.

Whisk to combine: 1 cup quality ricotta, four eggs, 1/2 cup grated pecorino, 2 tbsp Dijon, freshly grated nutmeg, hot sauce to taste, kosher salt & black pepper.

Sear one large batch of seasoned asparagus in cast iron skillet for two minutes. Pull crust out of oven, pour in custard, top with seared asparagus and another 1/2 cup grated pecorino.

Bake for 30 minutes or until center of custard is just barely set.

Serve with arugula & quinoa salad. Recipe to follow soon. I promise. ;)

Monday, May 13, 2013

Celebrating Michigan spring produce: part 1

This is not the greatest photo in the world, but I was hungry!!

Simple luxuriousness:
Savory Pan perdu (saffron thyme custard)
Topped with balsamic roasted MICHIGAN asparagus
Peppercorn bacon
Meyer lemon hollandaise
And maytag blue crumbles

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Salsa verde in three steps

Step one: 
Chop 3 poblanos, 6 tomatillos, 2 seeded jalepenos, one bunch of parsley, two celery stalks, one red onion, one head garlic and the lines. Toss in extra Virgin olive oil, salt,
 & black pepper.

Step two:
Roast at 400 degrees for 20-25 min. 

Step three:
Purée (or hand chop) all ingredients with olive oil, fresh cilantro, fresh parsley. Taste and season with additional salt and hot sauce if desired. 
Enjoy warm with a Corona or a daiquiri. 

Monday, April 01, 2013

On the third day

He rose
And so did my popovers 😉

To Make 12 large popovers.
4 eggs
2 cups whole milk
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons salt
Pinch fresh nutmeg
Pinch cayenne
1/4 cup grated parmagiano
1 cup grated Comte

Let sit for a half hour for flour to absorb liquid.

Preheat oven to 450deg. Preheat popover pans or muffin tins with a teaspoon of melted butter or bacon fat.

Quickly take out tin, shut oven door, fill wells half full with batter, top with handful of grated comte, quickly return to oven. Bake for 10 minutes, reduce temp to 375deg, continue to bake for 20 min or until done.

The secret to successful popovers is keeping the oven very hot for the first 10 minutes, or they will not rise.

Saturday, March 30, 2013


With an incredible back log of recipes and musings, this floated to the top.

Bright. Intense.
Ruby-toned. Almost reflective.
And I'm hanging on to it like a life preserver, promising the warmth of days to come.
Maybe it sounds like I'm exaggerating, and perhaps I am a tad, but this winter was cold and gray. And I'm excited for this year's thaw.

We're a few weeks away from the Michigan variety (which i usually hold out for), but these Washington state beauties caught my eye in Busch's yesterday.

Right now I have stewed 6 wide bright red stalks in a bit of water and a heavy hand of sugar.
I'll strain the mixture, saving the tender solids for a compote. For a delightful dessert, fold this compote into freshly whipped cream, and top with a spoonful of lemon curd.

The syrup will be saved for cocktails or Italian sodas.

Sunday, March 03, 2013

Cafe Memmi

Ringing endorsement for Cafe Memmi!  We had a lovely date night on Thurdsay night.  Our meal was so full of flavor.  Unfortunately it was too dark in Bar at Braun Ct to take photographs. Everything was not only delicious, but also artistically beautiful. Pleasing to all senses.

My mouth was humming with the symphonies of Tunisia.  From spiced nuts to greens with a citrus vinaigrette, frites with sun-dried tomato aoili, sole perched on a saute of onion, sweet pepper, and fried egg, to poached meringues in a citrus custard, everything was stellar.  I walked away satiated but not stuffed. What struck me most of all was that everything was luscious and deep, but somehow light and delicate.  I am not deeply familiar with Tunisian cuisine, but now I will make it my quest to learn more.  It was an inspiring meal. Thank you, Amos and Sarah.

You can find Memmi at Bar at 327 Braun Ct every Thursday night or occasionally at Zingerman's on fourth.

*reviews of pop-ins & Zingermans*
*local review of Cafe Memmi *

Friday, February 22, 2013

a hazy shade of winter

on everyone's list of top musical duos
Simon and Garfunkel

this, my friends, is why I get rejuvenated by a seed, dirt, water and a little bit of light

two suns have risen.  
two suns have set.
a single seed makes an entirely new plant. 
its life
has the potential
create new life--
all the while sustaining your life

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Winter blues busters

Sometimes when the gray blustery days seem to go on and on and on, we boost our spirits with some things that turn thoughts to the future.

Labeled by the little ones
Who also made snacks for the birds

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

A hard day's work

There are many reasons that I am exhilarated and forever grateful to be working for Zingerman's now.

This is just one.
Cheese 101:
A two hour class on cheese classifications and developing your professional palate

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Pesto de Noce

Certain kinds of nights call for homemade pasta--
In this case served with Pesto de Noce
 (not shown because it doesn't look quite so appetizing)

Pesto de Noce (walnut pesto):
Soak two small pieces of good bread (Zingerman's baguette) in milk while you set out the other ingredients. Toast two cups walnuts. In a food processor bowl or mortar & pestle, combine walnuts, one clove garlic, one quarter cup chopped parsley, softened bread, 1/4 cup grated parmigiana reggianno, 1/4 cup olive oil. Season to taste. Toss with pasta, fresh egg tagliatelle, in this case.

Served with Kale Caesar -seen undressed at the bottom.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

MFK Fisher

the queen of all vocals
& one of my absolute favorites
Ella FiTZGERALD with

I'm working my way through MFK Fisher's anthology the Art of Eating.  It is not a cookbook, but a series of books that contain short essays about food and eating and cooking and their social implications.  Although I have come across her work in "best of" food writing collections, I decided to make the commitment to read through her whole body of work.

She is a fantastic writer, full of wit, tongue-in-cheek humor, insightful examinations of human behavior seen through the eyes of the cook and the eater.  If prose can be poetry, she nails that subtlety.  There are over 700 pages of nuance, so I'm not going to summarize it all.  But I was so struck by something I read last night, I wanted to take note of it and share the experience with you.

The final book in this collection is Alphabet for Gourmets.  As you'd expect, each chapter has some alphabetical significance in it's title and inspiration.

H is for Happy is a love song.  She starts out by discussing the times when people are most happy at the table: when they're young, when they're in love, when they're alone...  There are many more.

In a prior essay called The Pale Yellow Glove from Serve it Forth, Fisher discusses those moments of "complete gastronomic satisfaction".  They're rare if you're a foodie, maybe because we are often more aware of the short comings of a food experience.  But in this essay, she touches on those times when the stars align, when the food and the experiences, internal and external, are in harmony to produce a scintillating memory.  It is the sense of being simultaneously satisfied, physically and emotionally.  It could be the complicated result of a good friend making you a five star birthday dinner or the simplicity of eating blackberries from your garden that are more sweet than sugar and still warm from the heat of the afternoon August sun.  For me, music can provide the same sort of accord between the physical and emotional.  For a pregnant second, the world seems to stop so you can absorb something bigger than yourself, something immortal.  It's as if you can feel LIFE.

Keeping that in mind, we'll travel back to H is for Happy.  Fisher dwells on a memory of eating fried egg sandwiches, but not just any... Aunt Gwen's friend egg sandwiches.  They were a secret treat at the time, something that neither her grandmother or mother would have indulged in.  Take a look at this excerpt and recipe.

When I was a child my Aunt Gwen (who was not an aunt at all but a large-boned and enormous-hearted woman who, thank God, lived next door to us) used to walk my little sister Anne and me up into the hills at sundown.  She insisted on pockets.  We had to have at least two apiece when we were with her.  In one of them, on those twilight promenades, would be some cookies.  In the other, oh, deep sensuous delight! would be a fried egg sandwich!  

Nobody but Aunt Gwen ever made fried egg sandwiches for us.  Grandmother was carefully protected from the fact that we had ever even heard of them, and as for Mother, preoccupied with a second set of children, she shuddered at the thought of such grease-bound proteins with a thoroughness which should have made us chary but instead succeeded only in satisfying our human need for secrets.

The three of us, Aunt Gwen weighing a good four times what Anne and I did put together, would sneak out of the family ken whenever we could, into the blue-ing air, our pockets sagging and our spirits spiraling in a kind of intoxication of freedom, breathlessness, fatigue, and delicious anticipations. We would climb high above the other mortals, onto a far rock or a fallen eucalyptus tree and sit there, sometimes close as burrs and sometimes apart, singing straight through Pinafore and the Episcopal Hymn Book (Aunt Gwen was British and everything from contralto to basso profundo in the Whittier church choir), and biting voluptuously into our tough, soggy, indigestible and luscious suppers.  We flourished on them, both physically and in our tenacious spirits.


ingredients (physical)
1/2 to 1 cup drippings
6 fresh eggs
12 slices bread
waxed paper

The drippings are very English, the kind poured off an unidentified succession of beef, mutton, and bacon pans, melted gradually into one dark puddle of thick unappetizing grease which immediately upon being dabbed into a thick hot iron skillet sends out rendingly appetizing smells. 
The eggs must be fresh, preferably brown ones, best of all freckled brown ones. 
The bread must be good bread, no puffy, blanched, uniform blotters from a paper cocoon. 
The waxed paper must be of honest quality, since at the corners where it will leak a little some of it will stick to the sandwich and in a way merge with it and be eaten.

ingredients (spiritual)
These have been amply indicated in the text, and their prime requisite-Aunt Gwen herself would be the first to cry no to any further exposition of them. Suffice it that they were equal parts of hunger and happiness.

Heat the drippings in a wide flat-bottomed skillet until they spit and smoke.  Break in the eggs, which will immediately bubble around the edges, making them crisp and indigestible, and break their yolks with a fork and swirl them around, so that they are scattered fairly evenly through the whites.  This will cook very quickly and the eggs should be tough as leather.
Either push them to one side of the pan or remove them, and fry bread in the drippings for each sandwich, two slices to an egg.  It too will send off a blue smoke. Fry it on one side only, so that when the sandwiches are slapped together their insides will turn soggy at once. Add to this sogginess by pressing them firmly together. Wrap them well in the waxed paper, where they will steam comfortably. 
These sandwiches, if properly made and wrapped, are guaranteed, if properly carried in sweater or pinafore pockets, to make large oily stains around them. 
Seasoning depends on the state of the drippings.  As I remember Aunt Gwen's, they were such a "fruity" blend of last week's roast last month's gammon, that salt and pepper would have been an insult to their fine flavor.

To be eaten on top of a hill at sunset, between trios of "A Wandering Minstrel I" and "Onward Christian Soldiers" preferably before adolescence and its priggish queasiness set in.  

Can you not feel yourself walking & singing with Aunt Gwen?  I'd like to advocate including both physical and spiritual ingredients in recipes, in addition to prescriptions of how to enjoy.  Not just the common "serve with rice" but literally the how, where, who with.  If we demanded this, can you imagine how many insipid recipes would be forced to come to terms with their irrelevance?

As I've said before on the Last Bite, sometimes food is fuel, and when you're cooking for a family, preparing food spiritually might feel like a stretch.  But we should all remember that providing sustenance is more than fulfilling a physical need. It is filling a need bigger than a stomach.  Because it is life sustaining, most literally, it carries a heavier weight than caloric input.  It has the opportunity to reach someone deep down in their core being.  It has the capacity to stop the world for a second, to cause a person to take inventory of where they are in the universe, to create a memory that will stick with them through the rest of their days. 

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

people: it is the future

2013 just sounds weird.
Doesn't it?
But it's another opportunity.
A clean slate.
A new year.
Full of promises,
sunrises and sunsets,
failures and successes,
lessons to learn, goals to achieve...

I have been working...  & reading and cooking and cooking and reading. Not so much blogging.
Here are some things I've stumbled on during this first week of the year 2013.  

Lofty goals for 2013 at Food52

Make your own '13 tea blend: 

Serious reading: Fixing our food problem by Bittman

NYC genius: 
Not surprising Murray's cheese comes up with this genius idea. Welsh Rarebit is in my top five meals, but on top of a burger!  Gilding the lily, for sure.

Need ideas for your next trip?
Start saving up for Blackberry Farm:

Follow the trends:
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Serious eats chronicles the most popular recipes of 2012

Best things Gourmet ate all year - 2012

Music is my wine: (Not food related, but such an cool story and article)
A friend points me toward this poignant article about music & the interpretation of art/genius
Joshua Bell hits the DC subway