Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Food Day Roundup


I'm really not getting Sam Sifton's style. In  following the slightly camp and very much out Frank Bruni as NYT restaurant critic, he seems a bit desperate to come off as hypermasculine. Not digging it thus far.
On the other hand, the NYT's Mark Bittman is my kind of guy. One of his latest recipes, for an improvisational Yakisoba, will be hitting my frying pan tonight.
The world's best pizzas sure as hell don't look like pizza to me. [NJ.com]
It seems to be rather a slow day for food news, and I'd rather be obsessively tracking the approach of the NHL's trade deadline, anyway. Here's a Boston Bruins commercial that comes pretty close to combining my two chief obsessions: food and drink, and hockey.  Funny, too.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Best Commercial Ever

Might be moderately unsafe for work, if you work in a stuffy joint.  Otherwise, enjoy!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Words, words, I'm so sick of words--E. Doolittle

Seems all us food bloggists have words on the brain this week.  Better than fixating on how long it will be before we'll see a local strawberry, I suppose.  I went on a rant earlier in the week about cutesie usage; the Chicago Trib takes on mispronunciations, which the Guardian then picks up and runs with, doubtless doing something soccerish footballish in the process.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Food Day Roundup: Olympic Robot Cupcakes

Obligatory Olympics-related food story here. [Vancouver Sun]
Another food/Olympics story, this one featuring an awesomely weird-looking beet dish.[Toronto Globe & Mail]
 The New York Times inexplicably runs a Science Tuesday story on Wednesday. (Do you have a better explanation?)
Oh, dear god, no. Magnolia Bakery opens an outpost at Grand Central Terminal (it's not a station, Cupcakes; it's a terminus).

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Think...Please!



This is not your grandmother's pasta.  
Bored with the usual spaghetti? Think: crunchy!  
Swap out spaghetti for celery sticks.  Substitute garlic with library paste. 

When I saw that the NY Times had caved in on the use of "swap out" in the same issue in which they used "flaunt" instead of "flout," I knew that the world was going to hell in an even faster handbasket than I had thought possible.  "Substitute with" is equally awful.  There's worse, though.

Second-most annoying is  the breathless, silly "Think."  Thirsty?  Think: Water!  Hungry?  Think: Food!  Whoever came up with that should be allowed to read nothing but  Dick and Jane for the rest of her (and I'll bet my last clove of garlic that it's a her, too) life, because that is the intellectual level of this inane phrase.

And, lastly, "This is not your hoary old ancestor's _____."  Yes, everything that came before was bad.  Filled with glass shards.  Dusty.  Raw.  I even learned from a breathlessVictoria Blashford-Snell (yes, everything in Wodehouse is absolutely true), via the Independent, that ten years ago no one had heard of canapes.  I guess I'm going to have to toss my 1940 edition of James' Beard's H'ors d'Oeuvres and Canapes right out the window and into a puddle.
Think:  Ridiculous.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

The Loss of Zucco

My friend Margaret, noted bonne vivante, asked me to post this:
Zucco, the proprietor of one of my absolute favorite restaurants in New York (the aptly named Zucco le French Diner) died suddenly last Saturday, February 13th.  Because this miniscule little gem (it could seat maybe 14 people) was as much about him as it was about the food, its future is uncertain.  What is certain is that he - and his classic, unpretentious French bistro cooking - will be greatly missed.

Food Day Roundup



I came across this Icelandic food blog the other day.  I really like it: informative and full of heart.
The NY Times wants me to care about a restaurant in Arizona.  I don't. They also ran a very odd article about culinary bragging.  Glad I don't travel in those circles.
Struggling Maine dairy farmers go organic with MOOMilk. (via Topix)
OneIndia reports on an Italian chef's CATastrophe.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Bowder, Chisque, Bich?

Sunday night, I thawed out a big container of shrimp stock, thinking it would make a great basis for crab chowder.  When I woke up the next morning, I remembered that one doesn't use stock in chowder. Oops.  How about a bisque?  Well, no.  Most bisques are purees, and I wanted those bits of crab intact.  Could I combine the two?  I would be winging (clawing?) my way through this one.

First, I chopped a couple of carrots, ditto celery, and half a large onion. Into the pot over medium heat with a large chunk of butter.  While they were sweating, I peeled and diced a couple of Russet potatoes.  As soon as the vegetables were soft, in went the potatoes.   Salt, pepper.  Once the potatoes began to soften just a bit, I poured in three cups of shrimp stock, brought it to a boil, then lowered it to a simmer. Looked like I was making vegetable soup.  Not what I had in mind.  Onward.  In 20 minutes or so, the potatoes were completely soft.  I pureed it , right in the pot, with an immersion blender, one of the culinary gods great gifts to home cooks, making sure to leave some of the potato chunks intact.  I added a bit of hot sauce, just enough for piquance, but not for heat.

Once the pot was back on the stove, I poured in 2 cups of half and half, and an 8 ounce container of Maine crab.  (A pound would have been even better.  Next time.)  Brought it to hot, but not boiling. Very important, unless you like a curdled mess.  Now, for the most important step.  Let it cool for as long as you can.  An hour is good, two is better, overnight is best. This helps the crab flavor every slurpful of soup.  Reheat gently, then sprinkle each bowl with Aleppo pepper or paprika.

Yes, reader, it worked.  It was delicious, that bich.

Serves 4-6 as a first course, or 2 as a main, with leftovers.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Friday Videos: I Want Candy!

In honor of Valentine's Day, here are some vintage candy commercials that speak for themselves. Sweet!








Tatties and Neeps, Oh My!

Sorry about the week-long hiatus; I was consumed by computer problems.
Was looking for something else entirely in the Scotsman, when I stumbled upon their truly remarkable food section and was instantly surrounded by haggis.  Well worth a read.

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