Author: foodnerd

wild willy’s burgers

Tonight i was feeling a vague, unformed craving for sushi, but tallasiandude wasn’t feeling that, but he was feeling like we should go to Target, and I agreed, so we cast about for someplace in Watertown to go eat dinner. I was tired of everything in the fridge, and it’s been a long week at work, and i wanted some yummy happy food-joy. Molana is where we usually go in that neighborhood, but for some reason i didn’t feel like it tonight. Dithering ensued. And then I remembered the weird random burger place just outside the square that has always seemed like i should check it out, if only to know that it is horrible for certain.
And the more i thought “burger” the more i didn’t want to go anywhere else.
So we found ourselves at Wild Willy’s Burgers. I gave us the option of ditching if it turned out to be wretched theme-mediocrity, like a burgery version of Bugaboo Creek, but the moment we walked in, there was a huge sign advertising the fact that you can have a grass-fed local-beef patty on any burger they offer.
SOLD.

Big soft tasty burgers with various toppings, nothing too wacky or foofy, cooked as requested. Mine had smoked vermont cheddar, lettuce, tomato (red!) and lots of mayo. Tallasiandude’s had entirely-respectable chili and american cheese (you can take the boy out of LA…). The fries are a little soggy, but very delicious even when cloaked in melty cheez-whiz. The onion rings are fine, with very tasty onions but that fine, floury style of breading that neither of us cares for much. Draft root beer and hand-squeezed lemonade. It made short work of my savory-fat-salty happy-food craving, and I am totally going back to this place.
These are not my preferred super-skinny burger, but they are the way I like my hand-formed burgers to be: not too thick, good soft texture, moist and juicy (even when cooked well-done), well-balanced with their toppings and bun. The burgers actually remind me a lot of the burgers at Jubilee Juice in Chicago, big and flat and soft and fresh and all kinds of yummy. And if I can have a good gooey drippy cheeseburger that also happens to be locally-sourced, grass-fed, and cooked to order, I am very much in favor of that.
Do not be put off by the random franchise-y exterior or the chuck-wagon kitsch or the clumps of college kids. These people are hewing closely to the principles of In-N-Out Burger and provide a well-sourced, well-cooked, good quality product. Yums.

bento distractions

I ran across Just Bento, the sister site to Just Hungry (which appears to be back in action and at full force, yay — i was sad when she went away for so long awhile back), and I’ve been highly distracted by it of late. I love japanese food, but I am often overwhelmed by lack of recipes and don’t cook it at home as much as I would like. The stuff on Just Bento breaks it down and makes it seem much more simple, as I suspect it has been all along.
And reading all that got me all fired up and I cooked a bunch of stuff — lotus root kinpira, sesame-garlic spinach — and I went off on a tear to the korean market in town and came back with a bunch of stuff I totally didn’t need: magenta eggplant pickles, water-packed wild mushrooms, frozen tamagoyaki.


And that all manifested itself in last night’s dinner, consisting of rice, pickles, spinach, kinpira, soft tofu with katsuobushi & scallions & soy plus a bit of the fresh wasabi root I dragged back from Uwajimaya in Seattle, and beef & mushrooms in a soy-mirin glaze. The wasabi didn’t really need its own little dishes, but i was rushing a little and didn’t think through the plating properly. 🙂

This was delightful, and just what I felt like eating on a not-quite-warm spring evening. My husband may be of chinese origin, but i get no complaints about japanese dinners, heh. And this is the bento I made as I put away the leftovers:

Yay, bento!
PS: recipes for this stuff are in my head, which perhaps is why it all felt so much easier.
spinach: wilt baby spinach either in water or in a pan with the wash-water clinging, then squeeze out as much as you can. chop with a knife, then mix in a clove or two of fresh minced garlic (you can mush it together with some salt if you didn’t salt the cooking spinach and you want it less chunky), a teaspoon or so of sugar, and a li’l splash of toasted sesame oil. a dash of soy sauce is ok too, if it needs salt. mix together, keep in fridge. good with japanese or korean dinners – this is technically a korean recipe.
kinpira: buy a package of sliced lotus root or burdock, drain off the water, and put into a skillet with a bit of hot peanut oil. coat the veg a bit, then add braising liquid — soy sauce, sake, mirin, more or less equal amounts but in whatever proportions you like. I go a little heavy to the mirin, since i don’t add sugar and this recipe had no sweetening carrot in it. braise covered until things start looking brown – you can flip them around so all sides get equally brown, and add liquid if you don’t think they’re done enough yet. take the lid off at the end to evaporate the last of the liquid. lotus root stays crunchy, so what you’re looking for is depth of flavor and color, and absence of liquid. at the end sprinkle with shichimi togarashi (blend of sesame seeds, seaweed & hot peppers, mmmm). this time i added some chili flakes to the braising step, to see if that would give a deeper layer of hot aside from the surface heat of the shichimi togarashi sprinkle, which it did… i got this idea from the kinpira gobo i had at Maneki in Seattle which had no sprinkle at all but packed a hell of a wallop.
tofu: get a block of soft tofu and stick it in a bowl. pour over some soy sauce. when ready to serve, sprinkle over some chopped scallion and shredded katsuobushi (bonito flakes that you buy preshredded in packets). offer wasabi if you like — it’s non-traditional, but we both thought it added something nice to the flavor combo.
beef-n-shrooms: buy a bag of mixed mushrooms (or get fresh), and a sirloin tip. cut the sirloin tip up small and marinate in soy sauce & mirin for 10-30 mins as you make the rest of dinner. heat skillet to hot with some peanut oil, then add the meat, stir a bit (watch out for spattering if you are too lazy to drain it properly like i am), then add the mushrooms. dump in the rest of the marinade and cook till everything is cooked through. if you want thicker sauce, add a tsp or so of cornstarch at the very end.

toby’s penn cove mussels


This is the view from the sidewalk next to Toby’s Tavern in Coupeville, WA on Whidbey Island.
I stopped there with my brother and his sweetie-pie for beer and mussels of very high quality, in a snug divey setting with a great view and barely-marginal service. Eh, whatever. Mussels yummy. Beer good. Ogg like mussels and beer.

Ogg not take very good low-light pictures. Internet forgive Ogg?

i love sushi, yes i do

extra special temporary contest, while you wait for me to get around to the actual post: can you identify the beer? the rectangular sushi? the brace of sushi next to the beer?



Ha! You are awesome! Chris wins the prize for correctly identifying two out of three (see comments), and really, the photo is too small to get the beer. Yay, I love the internet!
Those photographs are from I Love Sushi on Lake Bellevue in Bellevue, WA, and show a Koshihikari Echigo rice beer next to some hamachi toro (allow me to assure you that it IS indeed all that), and also a plate of what they called saba battera, or pressed pickled-mackerel sushi, a treasure I have been trying to find since I came back from Japan in 1996. It’s a regional preparation from Kyoto & Nara, inland places that needed to more thoroughly preserve their fish and rice, and so they pickled the fish, and pressed it tightly into rice blocks, and the two kept each other fresh on the trip inland. And tasted damn good when they got there, as pickley, fermented things tend to do.
I watched carefully at the sushi bar as these were made, as it’s not just saba and rice. There is also a thin yellowish slice of kelp, apparently slightly sweetened in cooking, laid over the top, and mitsuba leaves underneath the fish. I was so happy eating these, and drinking my vat of mild, pale, faintly rice-tasting beer, idling my evening with pleasure looking out over the tiny lake and chatting with my new pal Joe the sushi chef who used to live in Vancouver when he first came to North America from Tokyo.

Scooter’s burger-n-shake

Ay yi yi, tallasiandude points out to me that there are NO POSTS again. I SUCK. My profoundest apologies to all of you who actually read this blog, since the fact that any of you actually do that is a source of much pleasure for me. Work stuff has gotten a little out of hand again all of a sudden, just as the spring has been springing, and the last thing i’ve wanted to do when the day’s last mole has been whacked is stay in front of the computer. So I offer my apologies, and this photo, of my latest meal:

I ate this at Scooter’s, on NW 24th in Ballard (Seattle), for lunch just now. I came out to Seattle for a training course, and stayed a few extra days to visit my brother and let him point me at all the edible treasures Seattle has to offer. (The nice thing is, after fighting like cats and dogs much of our lives because of a 5 year age difference, we have come out as very similar adults: i’m a foodwhore, he’s a foodwhore. we have the same kitchen implements, down to the peelers and the shape of our cereal bowls. it’s a warm fuzzy, really.)
anyway, lunch was a cheeseburger, small fries, and a mini-blackberry-shake. With ketchup and tartar sauce for the fries. Yums. It’s just the sort of burger I like, all flat and skinny, with american cheese and “scooter sauce” all mushed in with the pickles and lettuce and tomatoes. Crispy fries. Creamy shake, with just a shade of berry flavor peeking through the creamy, though I can tell there was real fruit in it since I had to pick the blackberry seeds out of my teeth when i got home. Not bad for walking distance from home…

bouillabaisse & birthday cake

[ARGH. I forgot to post this b/c it had no photos. Lame. Posting now, a month late.]

My Daddy’s birthday is coming up, and so i cooked dinner for my parents yesterday as part of his present. He’s had bouillabaisse on the brain since a few weeks ago, when he had a disappointing one at Naked Fish, which i guess was to be expected, though really it’s kind of an easy dish especially if you’ve got access to decent seafood. I knew I could do better, having made a version of it for a dinner party a few years ago, so I busted out the Joy of Cooking and got to work.

It turns out that the nice boys at the Whole Foods fish counter will give you a big plastic box full of the skeletal remains of a halibut, for free. It also turns out that this makes a huge amount of lovely fish stock once simmered for half an hour with fennel tops, leek tops, parsley stems, celery leaves and peppercorns. And furthermore it turns out that you can pick a big plateful of fishmeat off those bones when you’re done, so even though I sent all the leftover bouillabaisse home with Dad, me & tallasiandude are gonna have our own yummy fish soup tonight, made with all that free fishy goodness. Extra-thrifty cooks, take note — fish frames aren’t just for stock; if you’re not feeling fancy, you get the soup contents too.

I made the broth ahead, so that all I had to do was heat it up, chuck in the seafood, and toast the croutons. I used monkfish & halibut fillets, littlenecks, mussels, and some frozen lobster meat that Dad found on sale, and it came out great. For some reason, bouillabaisse always makes me feel like it’s summer — i think it must be the bright oranges and reds of it, or maybe it’s that I don’t eat much seafood (aside from sushi) in the colder months. Dunno, but it was a nice feeling in any case, what with the cold and the gray outside. (Quick note to self: the organic Italian bread from Whole Foods was particularly nice, because it has a finer, more uniform crumb than other kinds, which makes for a solid crouton to float.)

We had some little snacks to start (in which Dad discovered a deep and abiding love of marinated white anchovies, yum yum), and a green salad to end, and then we got on to the birthday cake course.
I have in the past had some, let us say, issues with layer cakes. At best, they usually look lopsided, like a 4 year old made them, and sometimes they just go horribly, horribly wrong, like the year that i used a fruity filling that was too runny, and between that and the overly-domed layers, the filling squirted out the sides, the layers slid around, and the entire cake ended up looking like a pile of vomit there on the cake plate. Not good. It’s still a running joke in the family, that vomit cake. Therefore I am particularly happy to report that this year’s cake went remarkably well, and wound up looking like an actual normal cake from start to finish.
All the recipes were from the 1997 edition of Joy of Cooking. I made the white cake recipe, and filled the layers with brown sugar frosting, and iced the outside with quick white icing I (the easy one, where you beat together powdered sugar, butter, and a little milk & vanilla). The cakes came out relatively flat, and the filling and icing all tasted good, not that it’s likely to go too far wrong when you mix butter and sugar, and because both icings were relatively stiff and dry, we maintained structural integrity. And then I put some purple Peeps on top, nesting in coconut. Awww. [Note: arty photo at top is of the cake, plus the fabulous spray of white orchids that my father grew and brought over, and in the foreground, the Cumulus dessert plate my brother the glassblower made and gave me for Christmas last year.]
This was the maiden voyage of my new bright-orange KitchenAid mixer, purchased with wedding-gift dollars, which has been sitting decoratively (it’s ORANGE, whee!) on the counter since we got it. I bought two bowls for it, which is totally the way to go, because then you can just cruise through all the cake making tasks without washing anything. I think maybe its super-ultra-mixing-power kind of overmixed my cake, because it was a little bit denser than I was expecting, or maybe i overfolded and crushed the whipped egg whites, but it’s all cool — it tasted good, it wasn’t dry, and now i know what to expect from the big orange beast.

Chicago: Hot Chocolate

We took C out to Hot Chocolate, since he’d never been there, and we love it, and J&D also love it, and it was just a lovefest all around.
German pretzel with cheddar/smoked beer dipping sauce, to die for. Bowl got licked.
Green salad with pears and goat cheese, very nice. Spinach salad with duck salami, extremely nice. Wedge salad with thousand island and crabmeat and lardons, frigging perfect. YUM.
Somehow some breadsticks with herbed butter showed up for free. Also tasty, particularly since the butter seemed to have some green garlic in it.
Pleasant Ridge Reserve cheese baked inside brioche and served with roasted turnips and sauteed kale was just dreamy. Normally I wouldn’t order something so theoretically mundane, but we’d had dinner at Custom House the previous night (more on that to come), and I felt like something a little less insane, particularly given the chocolate madness I knew was coming. This cheesy little morsel is worth giving up the exotica for: the brioche is dark brown and almost nutty, the cheese just stinky and melty enough, and the vegetables keep it all from getting too out of hand.
Lamb with krema kase and flatbread: this i thought was tasty, but perhaps a bit salty. It’s a bit like gourmet gyros, which is perfectly fine, but not the best thing on this menu.
Roast chicken was lovely, though I only had a bite of the perfectly crisp, salty skin. Nothing left on the plate once D got through with it.
Braised short rib with brussels sprouts was moist, tender and delicious, though i’ve not been feeling much in the mood for braised meats of late.
Mac and cheese was actually slightly under-awesome this time, lacking some indefinable thing that has in the past pushed it from yummy to mind-bending.
Dark chocolate hot chocolate: yum. Half-and-half with espresso: mocha yum, vroom vroom.
Warm chocolate souffle cake with salted caramel ice cream and pretzel continues to be the perfect dessert. Be still my heart.
Sorbets were amusing, since we ordered coconut and passionfruit, but received spiced pear (excellent) and something quite odd but definitely not passionfruit. When we mentioned it to the waiter, he checked for us, and it turned out the kitchen hadn’t been happy with their passionfruits and made kumquat instead. To make up for that, he brought us two more, a green apple and a blood orange, both good, but that blood orange was best of show, mmmmmmmm.
At that point we were so full we were waddling, but we still managed to get up to Metro in time to see a middle-aged X rock a house full of middle-aged punks…. which was totally awesome. \m/

Chicago: Noodles at Marshall Field’s

[this post has been waiting a MONTH for me to get off my keister and upload the pictures that go with it. sigh. better late than never, i suppose.]
NOODLES BY TAKASHI YAGIHASHI
(in the Seven on State food court)
MACY’S
111 N STATE ST, 7TH FL
(312) 781-4483
Hours: Mon – Sat 11am to 4pm, Closed Sunday
We needed a quickie lunch in the loop before heading to the airport, so i went to this website which lists out a huge lot of loop restaurants. It was quite useful, and we thought this japanese noodle shop might not suck too bad, and it was within a few blocks of the hotel.

Turns out the ramen is delicious! Good quality noodles, tasty broth (we had shoyu) and the moistest, most flavorful slices of pork we’ve ever had in a bowl of ramen. Slightly smallish bowl, but not everyone has the vast noodle-eating capacities of tallasiandude.

I ordered a braised-pork fried rice, which was also delicious, tasting strongly of the wok’s heat and of white pepper, with fresh bits of bok choy and egg and carrot and shiitake and bean sprout, and more lovely moist soft pork.