Friday, June 4, 2010

Summer Succotash

The Wednesday Santa Monica farmer's market makes me happy that it's summer, and generally happy to be alive. Picked up some fava beans, corn, avocado, and grape tomatoes. Blanched the fava beans then boiled them in butter and salted water, sauteed the shucked corn with olive oil butter salt and pepper, diced the avocado, halved the tomatoes. Tossed all the ingredients together with more olive oil, a splash of red wine vinegar, and tossed in some chiffonaded mint. Seasonal heaven.
Grilled up some veggies too: asparagus, white button mushrooms, red bell peppers, and onions

Dined al fresco...obviously.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

TRUMANSBURG, NY: Hazelnut Kitchen

For four years I went to school in the town of Ithaca, in the Finger Lakes region of Upstate NY, surrounded by miles and miles and miles of farmland. When I went to the local restaurants near my school, I hoped to find a few places taking advantage of the glorious bounty of the Finger Lakes, featuring ingredients from nearby farms such as The Piggery for heritage pork, High Point Farms for grass fed beef, Stick and Stone Farm for beautiful produce...[the list keeps going and going]. What I primarily found, instead, was uninspired food cooked with ingredients shipped in from god knows where. The bulk of the student population seemed complacent with restaurants serving average food with little culinary inspiration. I, on the other hand, spent my four years in Ithaca desperately holding onto the belief that there was one chef, one noble soul who had come to the Finger Lakes region BECAUSE of its abundance of small farms growing incredible produce and raising animals on pasture. As it so happens, at the dusk of my college career, I found two chefs, CIA graduate Jonah McKeough and his wife Christina, doing just that. They opened the quaint Hazelnut Kitchen about 20 minutes outside of Ithaca in the town of Trumansburg, where they turn the plethora of offerings from Upstate NY's farmers into culinary gold. Thank you Jonah and Christina, thank you.
Hazelnut kitchen is located in the small town of Trumansburg, 12 miles outside of Ithaca, NY. Duck fricassee (stew) over crispy polenta. Ohh yeahhh.
Greens with wild strawberries and local goat cheese
Chive butter...mmmmm
Xarmant txakoli [pronounced: cha-ko-lee] from the Basque region of Spain
Potato and leek galette with romesco sauce, asparagus, and morel mushrooms
Deconstructed (by my fork)
Roast chicken with asparagus, baby radishes, fingerling potatoes, and FIDDLEHEAD FERNSSalmon with fiddleheads, shelled peas, baby radishes, and asparagus
Grilled hangar steak with a red wine reduction, served with handcut fries and malt vinegar aioli
La Piece de Resistance: The grass-fed beef came from just down the street
Plummy, ripe fruit, smooth tannins, good acidity. Perfect to wash down local grass fed hangar steak
Creme fraiche pot de creme with strawberry-rhubarb compote
Hazelnut butter cake with blackberry caramel and hazelnut ice cream
[farewell Ithaca :( ]

Friday, May 14, 2010

GOLDSBORO, NC: Wilbur's BBQ

To all of my avid readers and je blague fans, i do apologize for my two month blogging hiatus and hope you went out and had some wonderful dining experiences of your own!

Well, now that I'm back, I'd like to take you all the way to Goldsboro, NC, where I found myself during a Spring Break road trip through the South with my two amigas. We made sure to stop off of the I-95 S at Wilbur's BBQ, serving some of the best NC style vinegar based whole hog bbq in the state. This was a much needed stop on our journey, satiating our mid roadtrip hunger with glorious chopped pork slathered in vinegar, served with hush puppies and cole slaw, all washed down with a glass of sweet tea and a large helping of southern charm.


Pork, potatoes, coleslaw, brunswick stew
Carina luuuvs her sweet tea and hush puppies
Hushpuppies

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Torta della Nonna

Translated as Grandmother's Cake. This Tuscan dessert is a light, ethereal Ricotta cheesecake baked in a tart crust, topped with a sprinkling of pine nuts.
It turns out my brother, (responsible for this dessert), is not only a phenomenal computer programmer, but a phenomenal baker as well.

You can find the recipe, by the one and only chef in orange Crocs, here: Torta della Nonna

Saturday, February 27, 2010

LOS ANGELES: Fried Chicken

As I prepared for my return to Ithaca for my last semester of college, my request for my "Last Supper" at home was FRIED CHICKEN:

We marinaded the chicken breasts, legs, wings, and thighs in buttermilk for 24 hours (to tenderize the meat and impart moisture). We then rubbed the marinaded chicken with salt, pepper, onion powder, cayenne, and paprika, and dredged the chicken in flour...
We used two methods of frying: skillet frying (in a cast iron pan shown on the right) and deep frying (shown on the left). We used lard combined with canola oil to fry in for both methods...
We then put the fried chicken on a rack in a 250 degree oven to let the remaining grease (though there wasn't much) drip off the chicken. The chicken came out crispy, juicy, and delicious...
Golden Fried Success...
More glamour shots...
Since we had the fryer out, we though we might as well make sweet potato fries and regular fries, sprinkled with parsley flakes and sea salt ...
Feeling accomplished due to my family and my chicken frying abilities, I got on a plane headed to Ithaca, potentially a few pounds heavier, and incredibly satisfied.

Mo' from NEW ORLEANS: King Cake

I'd like to think I'm open to all kinds of new cultural phenomena and traditions. But when my roomate first approached me and told me that there is a tradition in Louisiana where you bake a baby into a cake, I appropriately thought this was a little strange. "A LIVE baby?" I said. She entertained the idea for a while and then divulged that it was, in fact, a small plastic baby. Ok this is slightly more appropriate, I thought. Well, as you could imagine, I just had to see this baby-in-cake tradition for myself. I ventured with my roomate down to her hometown of New Orleans, where her mom had bought us a KING CAKE (similar to the galette de Rois in france), with- oh yes- a plastic baby hidden inside. A brioche-like cake decorated in purple, green, and gold (the traditional Mardi Gras colors), this cake screams fun, deliciousness, and ridiculousness. And the best part is, you don't have to bake a real live human child in the center!
New Orlean's King Cake from Zoës Bakery in Covington, LA
My roomate and my attempt at recreating the King Cake. Not as visually appealing, maybe, but oh so delicious. More dense and cookie-like with cinnamon praline sugar swirled through.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

NEW ORLEANS: Parasol's

It's mardi gras. It's 3PM. You're feeling great but you need some sustenance. Not just any sustenance, you need a roast beef Po' Boy, specifically from Parasol's. What is a Po' Boy you might ask? Any NOLA native will tell you it is a submarine sandwich on French bread, filled with magical things like fried oysters, fried shrimp, or in this case: fall-apart tender braised beef. Holy Rex, this sandwich is everything one could want from a sandwich. The bread is perfectly soft and fluffy and soaked with beef gravy, the beef is tender, juicy, and flavorful, and the sandwich is minimally dressed with mayo, tomatoes, shredded lettuce, and pickles. This is not prim and proper high tea sandwich bullshit...this is a messy, gravy dripping down your arm, slurping beef out the sides masterpiece. I think I'll move to New Orleans now.
ROAST. BEEF. PO. BOY...stop it, it's so good.
Fried shrimp Po' Boy.
So charmingly grungy and worn-in. A dive with character.
2533 Constance Street, New Orleans (In the Irish Channel)