Last night tallasiandude and I ate dinner at Shawarma King in Coolidge Corner (before a free showing of Princess Bride at the theater, whee!) and with his chicken shawarma came a little cup of creamy white paste. It looked like mashed potato, but it turned out to be garlic. I asked the guy behind the counter what else was in it, and managed to wheedle out of him that there’s olive oil, lemon, vinegar and salt, but mostly raw garlic, all pureed up in the blender. Somehow they get a perfect balance of mild yet tangy garlic flavor, with a bit of tartness from the acids and enough salt to balance the whole works.
I ate a bunch of it with my lamb kefta & potato special, and when we were done with dinner I ate the rest of it with a spoon. YUM.
In related matters: I love me some Shawarma King, and last night was no exception, but there is another condender these days for my choice of Lebanese eats: Reef Cafe in Allston. Thanks to Arthur Hungry for the tip-off. We had stuffed cabbage (long thin elegant little rolls the size of extra-long fried spring rolls) and a lamb/eggplant/rice casserole, both delightful, with salty hot-pink turnip pickles that I loved. I think Reef Cafe has better tomato-cucumber salad & pickles, but SK has fantastic ayran and that garlic sauce… hmmm, a battle of titans. I will have to mack down more goodies, I mean peform more painstaking research…
bee-yoo-tea-ful flowers
Sorry for the lack of posts, people — it’s been really busy. Oy.
tallasiandude has returned from China, and he has brought with him a bunch of magical teas which come in the shape of little walnut-sized balls. The tea itself is delightfully fragrant and delicious, and just sniffing the hot steam as it steeps is pleasure enough. However, the magic comes when hot water is added to a ball, and it unfolds into a spiky green starburst with a flower in the middle, sometimes jasmine, sometimes other flowers. The one last night turned out to be a red globe amaranth, a decorative flower my mom used to grow for dried arrangements. And the starburst is formed by tying long tea leaves together with a string, with the wee flower in the center captured into the bundle so that the flower sits atop the cut ends of the leaves. Then the leaves are wrapped down and around the flower, hiding it and forming the tight little ball of tea. Very clever, and a joy for all the senses.
best use of thanksgiving leftovers so far
My parents froze some turkey for me at Thanksgiving, and I’ve been using it this past week, just to make room for the meyer lemon granita I wish to make with the rest of hedge’s lemons. *drool* And you know, turkey cacciatore is okay, but really just sort of un-thrilling. But just now I made turkey salad out of the last of it for lunch, and I hope I don’t throw out my shoulder patting myself on the back, but damn it was good.
Dice cooked turkey fairly small. Also small-dice scallion, celery and granny smith apple to taste. Sprinkle with a couple pinches of dried tarragon, crushed, a good shake of lemon pepper, some extra fresh ground pepper, and a bit of salt. Mix all of it with equal parts mayonnaise & miracle whip. This can be put on a sandwich, but to make it even better, put it on top of torn romaine & some sliced granny smith apple tossed with olive oil, sherry vinegar and a pinch of salt. Yum!
most perfect condiment vessel
As I mentioned long ago, the foodsluts brought me the best present possible from New Zealand. Wherever you go in NZ, ketchup tends to be on the table along with the salt and pepper, but in the most adorable tomato-shaped plastic bottle imaginable. I coveted them. I looked and looked but I could not find one to bring home with me from my trip. And then littlelee & spleen came home from their trip and presented me with my very own wee plastic tomato squirt bottle. Yay! What better gift could a girl ask for?
cob smoked bacon
Our friends M + A came by today bearing bacon & rye bread, and we made BLTs & tomato soup for lunch. BLT on dark rye is fantastic — the bread gives a sweet-savory depth of flavor. Yummy! And we learned that cob-smoked bacon is much stronger flavored, more smoky and aggressive, than applewood-smoked bacon. Both are delicious, but in the sandwich, the cob-smoked stood up much better and the smoky baconliciousness came through more clearly. Both flavors were North Country thick-cut bacon, bought at Russo’s in Waltham. I’m a slut for anything smoky, the smokier the better, so I’m keeping an eye peeled for this stuff.
damn the food is good in LA
So we went to LA to meet up with friends and go hike in the Mojave… but as you may have read, the west coast was having a two-week monsoon while we were there. Torrents of water coursing down every street — i got a shoeful of water when I was fool enough to step around my car to fetch out the luggage. The shoes didn’t dry out for 5 days because it was so damp everywhere. The pool in tallasiandude’s parents’ backyard was overflowing and full of silty water. Roads were closed in the mountain passes, hell, even in the LA canyons; we drove up Laurel Canyon right before they closed it and there were trees that had just pulled right out of the muddy hillside and fallen into the street, and piles of mudslide everywhere. So, um, we didn’t hike.
Instead, we ate. Lord, did we eat. Most of the time we didn’t even have enough time between scheduled meal events to even be hungry again. Let two food whores loose on a city like Los Angeles and it’s gonna get ugly.
First hedge & I tried to find a congee palace, which seemed to have gone out of business since the review was written. Then we tried to find a dumpling place recommended by Jonathan Gold: closed just as we arrived. Then, just as we were about to gnaw off limbs from driving around the San Gabriel Valley for two hours, we found Chang’s Garden, another well-reviewed Shanghainese place. And then we ordered food for seven. We had some sticky rice in lotus leaves, mustard greens with edamame & tofu sheets (I love this dish), dry fried long beans & pork wrapped in fried bread, and the best pork dish I’ve had in years: Tung Po pork, which is luscious savory unctuous fatty meaty squares of pork braised in a rich thick dark soy & star anise broth. Lord have mercy, it’s fat-licious. The waitress who took our order tried to talk us out of it, telling us it had a lot of fat and shaking her head with concern; we told her we live to eat fat, yes please, bring us the fatty pork dish. And then the waitress who brought it gave us a big smile and told us it was her favorite dish in the restaurant. We have to agree with her. We ate at Chang’s Garden a second time due to further restaurant-timing snafus, and had chicken braised with chestnuts, a seafood soup in a lovely light broth, yu hsiang eggplant, and xiao lung bao soup dumplings — all terrific, but none as spectacularly delicious as the Tung Po pork.
On the way out of the Hawaii supermarket we found a woman with a strange round cast iron cooker with small round holes, and a sign describing the sweet fillings available: cream, coconut, green bean paste, red bean paste, taro. She filled the holes with batter, then after a while, topped some with filling, then to serve them she fished an empty cooked cake out and put it over the filling on the first cake, making a sandwich. We had cream and taro flavor fried cakes, little hot crunchy rounds with steaming hot soft crumb and sticky sweet filling — yum.
We ate at Sasabune. Our one deviance from unwavering loyalty to the “Trust Me” sushi master was unsatisfying, and we will never again be so foolish. This time the best things were the simplest: a piece of fucking unreal yellowtail and a piece of lightly cooked butterfish (same as black cod?). Every time it’s similar, and every time it’s different, and the anticipation of every new mouthgasm is almost as much fun as the actual ‘gasm itself.
We ate at Mei Lung (also in San Gabriel) and had wuxi spareribs, more tofu & greens, noodles with spicy bean/meat sauce, and more xiao lung bao almost as good as the ones at Chang’s. You got to love a place where soup dumplings are thicker on the ground than grass. We ate at Dai Ho, reknowned for its spicy beef noodle soup, which was not the droid tallasiandude was looking for, but hit the spot nevertheless for rain-sodden travelers. Dai Ho is manned by a soup nazi proprietor who tells you what you can and cannot eat, so i guess we were lucky to get our bowls. We supplemented with soy-marinated whole squids, salty preserved mustard greens with shredded beef (my favorite side), cabbage pickles, and some very nice seaweed.
We ate at Grace, a fancy-pants place, for hedge’s birthday, and I gotta tell you it’s a treat to eat highfalutin’ food with not just one but many people who are willing to let you snack off their plate. Best of show was tallasiandude’s starter, which was braised pork belly with dense little pastas, and his entree of seared scallops with an accompaniment of red wine reduction, farro and greens, which worked really well despite being non-traditionally heavy accents for scallops. There was a crisp light crab salad with mixed citrus vinaigrette & radish sprouts, and a duck prosciutto frisee salad, and a fantastically flavorful filet of wild boar with spaetzle & cabbage. And a cocktail that was basically a vodka mojito made with thyme & mint, something I am so going to try once spring returns to Boston — that little note of savory from the thyme makes it all much more interesting.
We had tea and pastries at Jin, cowering on the tiny porch rather than reclining on the outdoor round couches beneath the palms, because of course, monsoon. The best were the macarons, which really do seem to be the dessert of the moment — there were huge pyramids of them in the window at Boule, the new bakery outpost of trendy Sona, neither of which we were able to patronize this trip. Passionfruit & rosepetal macarons, little cakes that were tasty enough but gorgeous to the eye, and handmade chocolate micro-truffles filled with fleur-de-sel caramel or scented tea. All of it fine, none of it worth the price, but perhaps I would reconsider my position had I been on one of those couches bathed in a Santa Monica breeze.
And after my Las Vegas dinner at In-N-Out, we got up early to catch the flight home and stopped for breakfast at the 24-hour Korean restaurant, Ginseng. No one in the place at 7am except for two hot chicks who clearly just got off work in one of the bars or clubs. Spicy beef and scallion soup for me, plain beef broth soup for tallasiandude, and the requisite pan chan that make life worthwhile. A day that starts with pickles and spicy soup and rice is a good day indeed.
quality you can taste
I know it’s already well known, but I am so in love with In-N-Out burgers that I have to say it again. These are the best burgers EVER. They are perfect. They are simple and sublime. And the reason they are so perfect is that they are made with real ingredients, gotten fresh every day, and they are not tarted up to be something they are not. The people who make them do not screw around with fish or chicken or salad; they make burgers and fries and nothing else. These burgers are so good I am even willing to overlook the fact that the company is owned by people who feel the need to put scripture on the burger-wrappers.
I had had exactly one In-N-Out burger up until this last trip to LA, and I was counting the days until I got another. I drooled with anticipation, even as we spent our days slurping up one fantastic asian meal after another, followed by a fancy spendy dinner and some exquisitely foofy pastries (more on these to follow). And finally, on the last night of the trip, in Las Vegas, I got my burger on. Oh yeah.
lovely shades of green
A salad made of shredded escarole, leftover steamed broccoli, chopped parsley and bits of pretty white goat brie, mixed with Trader Joe’s creamy cilantro dressing and a bit of salt & pepper, makes the prettiest monochromatic dish I’ve seen in a while. Yum. (Sorry no picture; tallasiandude has the camera, but I’m sure you’ll reap the benefits of that shortly.)
lamb lentil smush, i mean stew
I made this recipe for lamb stew, with some modifications for laziness. It came out OK, but mostly it’s interesting for the use of split peas (or lentils as I used) to make the stew into a thick mush texture. I expect this is not news to y’all, but I never did it before, and it is a nice easy idiot-proof method. It would have been a nice savory stew of lamb & carrot & turnip & potato, but the mostly-dissolved lentils made it thick and warming without need of any flour or thickener, which was much nicer for this icky cold rain we’re having. And probably healthier.
our friend the water buffalo
While I’m on the subject, the thick yogurt in question is water buffalo yogurt. This is a new discovery for me, but just today I saw it on the shelves at Whole Foods. It’s shockingly thick & creamy, almost a solid, much thicker than normal cow yogurt. And Woodstock brand at least comes in some swank flavors, like maple and black currant, in addition to plain.
From my reading in my new Harold McGee On Food and Cooking (thanks, santa!), I’ve learned that the reason for all this luxuriant creaminess is that water buffalo milk is drastically higher in fat: 6.9% to the average 3.7% of cow. Mmmmm, faaat.