What I did onWITH my summer vacationTOMATOES

  1. celebrity with fresh garden basil

    dressed with oil, freshly ground pepper and salt

  2. brandywine and yellow pear with mozzarella

    I never did get the caprese salad quite right.

  3. The BLTA

    Bacon, lettuce, tomato and avocado. On toasted bread, slathered with mayo. One of my favorites growing up; but never with such high quality tomatoes, if I do say so myself.

  4. The triple-T

    Tuna and tomato (supersteaks, in this case, I think) on toast.

  5. sauce/soup

    What do you do when you don’t check for spaghetti sauce until after you’re halfway through cooking the pasta? Toss the pasta with sliced sausage, a diced tomato from the garden, basil, and a little olive oil. It actually came out like a sort of soup noodle, which is just fine by me.

  6. more sauce

    made from the beat-to-hell yellow pear brandywine and supersteaks left on the vine. Garlic, onion, basil and a little olive oil. A little on the sweet side, but still alright.

frontera grill

After the architecture river tour, which was awesome but did involve being outdoors and seated for 90 minutes in 50 degree drizzly weather, we went to Frontera Grill for brunch. (So that in theory we could go to Resi’s Bierstube for dinner, b/c it doesn’t open until like 3pm. We didn’t go, but that’s neither here nor there.)
They told us there’d be an hour’s wait, but we couldn’t have been there more than 20 minutes — we checked out the cookbooks and the amusingly-attired fellow patrons and weren’t even close to bored yet — when we were ushered to a corner banquette, perfect for sharing an excessive amount of food. The cocktails all sounded so appealing that we threw our better judgement to the winds and ordered a pair of the bloody marias and a limontini. Both of these were some of the best cocktails we’ve ever had — the bloodies were spicy and complex and had a knockout dose of lime juice, and the ‘tini was made of homemade lime-infused tequila, orange juice, mint, and a splash of damiana, which gave it a floral/bitter note that was perfect against the sweetness of the orange and mint.


We started with a halibut ceviche tostadita, a jicama/citrus salad, and sopes rancheros, tiny little masa cups filled with the most delectable braised beef in chile sauce and a sprinkle of dry white cheese. These little morsels were the best thing we had on a tableful of delicious dishes — get them if they are available when you go.
Then we had posole, a richer, more refined version of the stuff I love so much from Perez, with limes, shredded curly cabbage and tostadas on the side. We had Tamales de Frijol con Queso de Cabra: black bean tamales filled with homemade goat cheese in

foodwhores do chicago

littlelee and spleen came to visit this past weekend, and we packed in a hell of a lot of chicago eating, along with a few touristy things I’ve been meaning to do since i got here. 🙂
The architecture river tours are totally worthwhile. Alcala’s Western Wear is worth the trip, and spleen bought herself a pair of cowboy boots in black & a lovely caramelly brown. We also went to see a live taping of Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me, the NPR news quiz show, which was hilarious in so many ways, not least of them being how much new information we learned about current events. We’re lame, yes. Or maybe just hiding from the horrors of reality.
Anyway, we also went to Supermercado Morelia (7334 N. Clark St., 773-761-3291), which i learned about from Cindy and have been dying to visit. It didn’t have any of the exotic citrus she described but it did have some fabulous wafer cookies filled with cajeta, the yummy goat-milk caramel. There was also some gorgeous looking roasted pork in the hot case, but the place was a zoo, so I didn’t wade in to get any. I did snag some dried chiles with which to make posole, and some Ibarra chocolate, since there’s now a palpable chill in the air here in Chicago.
The girls got their minds blown by Devon St, where we ogled fabulous gold jewelry we can never afford, and bought some of the wonderful snack mixes at Ambala. We had some gorgeously fatty barbacoa tacos at La Pasadita. We had elotes, which they agreed are completely disgusting in theory but completely delicious in reality. We hauled our asses to Hae Woon Dae (6240 N. California) and knocked back a respectable quantity of soju and OB lager with our friend E, also serendipitously in town the same weekend for a bachelorette party, along with exceptional kalbi, delicious spicy pork, a mediocre spicy soup, and an oddly-buttery-but-delicious version of kimchi bokum.
We also went to Frontera Grill, but that’s a whole post in and of itself. Rick Bayless is my hero.

pork with prunes


1 lb boneless country style ribs (or thick pork chops)
3 small shallots (or 1 giant), sliced
big handful of dried prunes, maybe a cup’s worth
sherry vinegar
sherry
bourbon
2 cups chicken broth &/or water
juniper berries
ground allspice
salt & pepper
flour
olive oil
1 tbsp butter
Salt & pepper the pork. Sprinkle with a bunch of flour and dredge well. Heat olive oil in a large deep skillet or dutch oven and brown the meat well on all sides. Add the butter, and when melted add the shallots. Saute till shallots start to go clear, then sprinkle a bit of the allspice over everything, and keep frying. Add 10 juniper berries, several tablespoons of vinegar, a splash of bourbon, and maybe 1/4 cup of sherry. Put in the prunes, cut up if you like, and the broth. Bring to simmer, and braise for a good long time. I covered mine for a while, but then left it open to reduce. I forgot about mine completely, so it stewed for at least 2 hours and nearly burned, but the meat got all nice and soft and the sauce is thick & velvety.

my brother is so cool


He has friends who give him freshly foraged chanterelles. And this is what they do with them:
“Favorite recipe of the
moment, in addition to dead ass plain:
Sautee over medium/high with no oil. Allow to cook in its own juices until
1/2 cooked. Add a tablespoon of butter and a splash of white wine. Reduce
by around 1/3, and add some heavy cream. Return to a simmer for a minute or
two. Salt/Pepper. Eat.
Made mushroom risotto and mushroom bruschetta so far. Pizza tonight, and
eggs tomorrow. We were fantasizing about northwest triple crown:
Chanterelle and crab stuffed wild salmon fillet. Or perhaps grilled wild
halibut smothered in chanterelles…”

why the italians deserve their reputation

Because they are capable of producing dishes like the one we ate in a neighborhood osteria in Milan, near our friends’ apartment, called La Piola. Everything that came to the table for the four of us was spectacular, but the porcini risotto was just completely out of control in its exquisite deliciousness and intense mushroominess. A true foodgasm.
All the risottos we had on the trip were perfectly cooked, exactly the right texture of soft creamy with a firm bite, even the ones at the wedding. Since when have you ever had good food at a wedding? Same goes for the gnocchi — fluffy little cloud-pillows robed in cheese. Hot damn.
LA PIOLA
Viale Abruzzi, 23 (Circonvallazione)
Tel.02/29531271
Sadly, we’d left the camera in the friends’ apartment during dinner by mistake, so no pictures of the foodgasm. You’ll just have to trust me.

while i get organized

to post about my food adventures in europe, here is what i made for dinner last night. There was a big sale on beef chuck roast at Whole Paycheck, and I’d been eyeing the daube provencale recipe in Cook’s Illustrated, and this is what happened.

Put the oven on 325F. Trim the fat from the roast and cut it into big chunks, 2-3″ or so. Salt & pepper them, then brown in olive oil in your dutch oven. Take them out when brown on all sides, and add a bit more oil, along with a sliced onion, 2-3 carrots cut into chunks, and 2-3 potatoes (i used yukon gold) cut into chunks. Sprinkle with salt & fry until they’ve taken on most of the color from the brown bits on the bottom of the pan, then sprinkle them with several tablespoons of flour and cook until it browns. Add in most of a bottle of red wine. Also add 2 cups of hot water in which you’ve soaked some broken up dried shiitakes and about 1/4 of a bouillon cube that was left over. Add some dried thyme or savory, a bay leaf (i didn’t have one last night, fresh out), a few shots of vietnamese fish sauce, a tablespoon of harissa, a cut up head of fennel and strips of zest from about half an orange. Bring it up to a simmer, then put the meat and juices back in, submerging them. Add some olives if you like. Bung it in the oven with the top on partially and leave it there for 3 hours. You might want to stir it once or twice as the surface does get a bit grotty looking from the dry heat. Makes the house smell lovely. The magazine recipe asked for tomatoes and parsley at the end, but i just ate it as it was and didn’t miss them.

while I’m at it

I have been so busy lately that I was reduced to a bbq-sauce drenched rotisserie chicken from that overpriced hellhole, Jewel — and my roommate bought it since i didn’t have time to go to the store. That’d be why there’s been no posts lately. But fear not, I am going to Italy and Amsterdam, and there be good eatin’ in those parts. Stay tuned next week.

oh for fuck’s sake

“This morning, President Bush nominated Harriet Miers to replace retiring Justice Sandra Day O’Connor on the Supreme Court. Miers is a long-time political appointee, campaign counsel, personal lawyer and Bush loyalist who has never served as a judge.”
I don’t generally want to drag politics into this blog, but you have got to be kidding. Never served as a judge? Fucking hell.