It's a job for multiple hands
I pulled out the Cuisinart pasta machine again last night, in hopes of making some fresh fettucine for dinner. As I mentioned before, I don’t use it often, and no longer have instructions. Last night I learned that I ought to practice a few more times before depending on it for dinner parties. I actually had planned to get “back up” dried fettucine noodles, just in case, but I...
Got (raw) milk?
There’s an article in today’s Chronicle about a recent crackdown on an Amish farmer in Pennsylvania who has been accused of shipping raw milk across state lines. Dan Allgyer owns three dozen cows and sells their milk to a small buyers club in Maryland. (Sorry, no link to the article as SF Chronicle has now limited access to certain articles to print subscribers.) According to the FDA,...
Nothin' like Mom's
While in Portland, I walked over to Mother’s Bistro and Bar, only a few blocks from my hotel. The basis for the restaurant is interesting: it features “authentic cooking from mothers around the world.” The menu sports all sorts of comfort food, such as pot roast, mac and cheese, and grilled cheese sandwiches. Stuff your mom would make. Each month, it chooses a mother to...
Portland Street Food
I’m in Portland, staying at the Hotel Monaco, a grand Kimpton hotel right in the downtown area. My room is gorgeous, with windows on two sides, more snacks than you can shake a stick at, and a nice inviting bathtub. It’s also walking distance from a couple dozen of Portland’s famous street food carts. Within a few blocks, there’s an array of cuisines: burritos, Thai food,...
Dang. Sometimes you’re just not comfortable taking photos of your food when you’re having dinner out with clients. If that weren’t the case tonight, I’d have a whole mess of photos to post to foodspotting: Edamame with truffled butter Shishito peppers, flash fried, with salt Hamachi shots: truffled ponzu saucce, chili, avocado, ginger, cilantro Tuna tartare: served with...
Hunting and Gathering in my Backyard
Well, not really hunting. But hunting for things to gather. A while back, I learned that the roundish-leafed weeds growing in my backyard were actually edible. Miner’s lettuce, also known as Winter Purslane, blankets my backyard from the earliest days of spring until I can’t stand it anymore and pull it all out. Even though I have tasted it previously, I never was inclined to actually...
Pasta Fatta in Casa
The dough being mixed in the pasta machine. The other day, we drug my Cuininart pasta machine out of the garage. It hadn’t been used in years, so we took some time wiping all the dust off and searching for the manual. The manual never showed up, so we ended up winging it. Years ago, Steve and I made fresh pasta a lot. Friends had introduced me to a dandy little pasta machine and it was...