tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110836382024-03-12T18:35:31.273-07:00eat here 2The musings of a sustainable mangeuse, flaneuse, raconteuse.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.comBlogger250125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-60742830169631119592013-08-06T09:55:00.000-07:002013-08-21T07:47:00.011-07:00Melon balls wrapped in prosciutto ham<i>Last week I was lucky enough to spend a few days at <a href="http://edibleschoolyard.org/">Edible Schoolyard</a>: a place I've read about for years, and a place that inspired the work I support today (school gardens, reconnecting kids with real food). The master educator Esther took us through an exercise she does with her students, one that encourages them to document a "food memory." Here's what I wrote:</i><br />
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1984, I think. My dad's surprise 39th birthday party. His "<a href="http://articles.latimes.com/2003/feb/16/local/me-benny16">Jack Benny birthday</a>," my Mom kept calling it. I was wearing a white zip-up jumpsuit with a bright pink belt and feeling very grown-up about welcoming the guests, all of my parents' closest friends. It was a really big party in our medium-sized NYC apartment.<br />
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My mom had made all of the food, including a bunch of passed hors d'oeuvres. My dish, that I was tasked with walking around for several hours, was a platter of balled cantaloupe, each ball wrapped in a strip of prosciutto. In 1984 this was pretty revelatory—the first wave of a "gourmet" explosion that would include goat cheese and sundried tomatoes, pesto and fancy vinegars. This hors d'oeuvres platter was my mother's way of being cool and of the moment.<br />
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I was told to introduce them as "melon balls wrapped in prosciutto ham," since saying just "prosciutto" would have left too many questions unanswered ("soooo is it ham, or what?"). I said that phrase so many times to so many people, it became my mantra, with the words eventually losing their meaning to me.<br />
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When I finally got the courage to try one myself, I marveled at the genius of the combination: the sweet juiciness of the melon surrounded by the creamy saltiness of the meat.<br />
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In a week I turn 39. My "Jack Benny" birthday. And it's hard to believe it's been so long....since my father was here with us. Since my parents hosted parties. Since I had never before tasted a melon ball wrapped in prosciutto ham.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-36712050881803570412013-02-21T14:31:00.001-08:002013-02-21T14:34:27.382-08:00You are eating horsemeat: or there are 450 places where something could go wrong with your food<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Horse meat.<br />
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Pig bung.<br />
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Rockfish.<br />
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What do these three things have in common?<br />
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Or maybe your first question is "what the eff is pig bung?" Let me explain. This week, three stories came to my attention. Two because they're making headlines, and one because it was on "This American Life" two weeks ago and I only just listened to it this morning. <br />
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<b>Horse meat:</b> Europe is horrified to discover that its beef supply has some horse meat in it. In some cases traces, in some cases up to 80%. Of what was supposed to be beef burger meat. <a href="http://www.salon.com/2013/02/20/5_things_you_should_know_about_the_horse_meat_scandal_partner/">Salon does a great job</a> of covering the issue and it implications. Now the fact that horse is being eaten is not what should horrify in my opinion, though I suspect for many people that is the case. What should horrify is stuff like this, from Salon:<br />
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<i>"While the explanation of where some of the horse meat could have come from is straightforward, how it got to dinner plates is not. As Lichfield explains, “It came from abattoirs in Romania through a dealer in Cyprus working through another dealer in Holland to a meat plant in the south of France which sold it to a French-owned factory in Luxembourg which made it into frozen meals sold in supermarkets in 16 countries.”</i><br />
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Leading to: <i>"There are 450 places where something could go wrong before your food gets into your hands."</i><br />
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<b>Pig bung</b>: <a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/484/doppelgangers?act=1">NPR's "This American Life" did a piece on Doppelgangers</a>, with one act on the possibility that pig rectums are being sold as calamari, and that unsuspecting customers may (or may not) be eating it fried with marinara sauce, unawares. In some cultures, pig rectum is one more ingredient and people eat it knowingly. Despite the fact that without proper blanching and brining it might tastes sort of poop-like. But once again, the interesting thing here, which TAR does a good job of parsing, is not that we might be eating pig rectum, but that we are eating it when we've been told we are eating something else. Namely seafood, instead of pork.<br />
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<b>Rockfish</b>: A story that was making the rounds this fall appeared on the TAR piece and <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/21/us/survey-finds-that-fish-are-often-not-what-label-says.html?ref=todayspaper&_r=0">also this week again in the NYT.</a> Likely because of the horsemeat story and an attempt to find something stateside that is equally deceptive. Short story is that there is fish fraud happening on a mass scale in this country. A lot of the time when we think we are eating one kind of fish, it's another, cheaper species. So instead of Snapper, it's Rockfish. This one probably rankles consumers in a different way. Less about being grossed out, and more about feeling ripped off. Also, there is the issue of sustainability. When it comes to seafood, consumers are getting more and more picky, for personal health and environmental reasons. They might even be using a Seafood Guide to steer their choices. So it's pretty upsetting when you might not get what you are asking for.<br />
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But the common thread is:<br />
we have no idea what we are eating.<br />
Given how many hands much of our food passes through (450?), there often isn't a way to know.<br />
Do what you can to shorten the distance between your food's origins and your mouth. <br />
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PS that photo up top is one I took in Parma, I believe. Somewhere in Italy anyway. Horse butcher! No big whoop.<br />
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<br />stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-6534350198219626212012-11-16T14:52:00.000-08:002012-11-16T15:08:51.527-08:00Why I can't give up my NY1<style>
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gone, remodeled and thereby reduced). I love NY1 for still being here into my
adulthood. Many things I’ve loved about this city I’ve lost along the way, but
NY1 is my loyal friend. It’s not just with me in my house either; where I go,
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Sometimes I go to the theatre and I see <a href="http://www.playbill.com/news/article/172085-Judith-Light-John-Patrick-Shanley-Amy-Ryan-Roma-Torre-Receive-T-Schreiber-Studio-Achievement-Awards-Nov-12">Roma Torre</a> there,
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Once I watched the NY marathon and I saw <a href="http://www.ny1.com/content/about_ny1/staff_profiles/332/john-schiumo----the-call--host">John Schiumo</a> run
by, sweaty and tired, like a regular person. I cheered him on: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Go, John Schiumo!” He flashed me a thumbs up.</div>
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I saw <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lIAYKPzyYU">Pat Kiernan</a> outside the Barnes and Noble at Lincoln
Center once (RIP), and he was surprisingly tall. In my mind, I pictured him
Michael J. Fox sized. This was before he was <a href="http://brooklynbased.net/blog/2012/01/trivia-pursuits-a-conversation-with-newsman-and-game-show-host-pat-kiernan/">pop-culture-famous</a> and before he
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Once I saw <a href="http://observer.com/2006/01/the-last-schlub-on-tv/">Roger Clark</a> in my neighborhood Brooklyn dive bar (Magnetic Fields, RIP).
He was on a date and started making out with his lady friend. So awkward! So real!</div>
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Walking through Chelsea Market during rush hour, on my way
to pick up some meat at Dickson’s, I saw <a href="http://www.ny1.com/content/top_stories/9893/lewis-dodley---evening-anchor">Lewis Dodley</a> headed home. His mustache
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I mean, when I passed Barbara Walters in
Central Park, it was like watching the Queen of England walk on gilded tiptoes
through the neighborhood dump. She had shellacked hair and six inches of
make-up. She was wearing a wool Chanel Suit and stockings and heels, and it was 98
degrees out. NOT REAL.</div>
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On NY1 there doesn’t seem to be anyone in charge of what the
online personalities wear. <a href="http://www.ny1.com/content/about_ny1/staff_profiles/25462/cheryl-wills---weekend-evening-anchor">Cheryl Wills</a>’ hair gets bigger and bigger and
bigger. Once, it went up out of the top of the frame. Also she’s been rocking
false eyelashes lately and they are super glam, totally inappropriate, and completely
sublime. Sometimes <a href="http://www.ny1.com/content/top_stories/39999/kristen-shaughnessy---weekend-anchor-reporter">Kristin Shaughnessy </a>wears necklaces so big and chunky I become
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I started watching NY1 my senior year of high school when it
first came on the air. Actually it was my father (one more NYC icon I miss and
mourn every day) who started, turning it on in the AM and leaving it on as we
all got ready for work and school. Those newscasters with their strange
ethnicities, Borough accents, lisps, and cross-eyes became my tribe. </div>
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When the first plane hit the World Trade Center, I was
watching NY1 and it was only when I realized that their small camera perched on
Chelsea Market could not get close enough to the devastation unfolding that I
reluctantly changed the channel. Who could tell me the story of my city under
siege better than these regular people, the heartbeat of my city?</div>
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Sometimes my cable stops working for no reason. My brother,
a numbers guy, points out that Fios has better service than Time Warner, is
cheaper and you get more. I remind him that with Fios you might get more of
<i>some</i> things but there’s one thing you cannot get <i>any</i> of, not even a little:
NY1. He laughs and shakes his head. As if “In the Papers” and “Weather on the
1s” mean NOTHING to him. As if he could walk away from OUR VERY CHILDHOOD ITSELF. “They have weather online, you know,” he says with his
rational-guy face on. </div>
stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-54019971647656987372012-10-04T13:32:00.000-07:002013-08-06T09:57:23.864-07:00Brooklyn Bridge, a short historyThe other night as I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge, I thought a bit about our history together.<br />
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1. <b>Butterflies</b>: An ex-boyfriend and I, early in our relationship when things were breathless and full of potential, stopped at <a href="http://banhmiso1.com/">Bahn Mi So 1</a>, and then walked together over the bridge, stopping in the middle to sit on a bench and eat the sandwiches and try not to get pork pate stuck in our teeth. Do they still have benches in the middle of the bridge? Hmmm...not sure they do.<br />
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2. <b>Bad date</b>: Once I made a second date with someone to meet in the middle of the bridge (I have to hope and assume this was before <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldla2a-IrWg">the "Sex and the City" movie</a>). I caught sight of him, awkward and sweaty and as I headed towards him I thought, woefully, "oh noooo, this is never going to work."<br />
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3. <b>Engagement</b>: My dear friends Amy and Vic got engaged on the Brooklyn Bridge. I won't tell this story (it's theirs, and they are masterful storytellers) but suffice to say it is a story that is both hilarious and a tearjerker, all at the same time. n.b. it was 100 degrees that day.<br />
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4. <b>Transit strike</b>: When the MTA went on strike in late 2005 I had plenty of opportunities to walk the bridge in a short amount of time. In December. I remember cruising across one morning trying to get to the school I was teaching at on the Upper East Side (I made it!) and then that evening, heading back across and finding Marty Markowitz in his overcoat and scarf, using a bullhorn to let us all know that "there are bathrooms and hot apple cider at Borough Hall!"<br />
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5. <b>Boot camp:</b> My sister-in-law brought me to something called <a href="http://www.brooklynbridgebootcamp.com/">"Brooklyn Bridge Boot Camp." </a> We turned the bridge into an outdoor gym, running and squatting and doing pushups on the railing. Making spectacles of ourselves, all sweaty and determined. At the end of the bootcamp, as I was pushing off the side of the bridge to do a final sprint, I caught sight of that boyfriend (see Butterflies, above), 5 years post-breakup.<br />
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6. <b>Bicycle</b>: When I moved back to Brooklyn a year or so ago, I forgot my bicycle back in Manhattan. So one day I ventured to my old place, reclaimed the bike, strapped on my helmet, cruised down the West Side highway bike path, across Warren street, and onto the Brooklyn Bridge. It's only once you are on a bike that you notice a few things about the bridge: the approach is ever so slightly totally uphill; the bike lane is wide enough for one bike, but must accommodate bikes in both directions; tourists do not understand that walkers go on one side and bikers go on the other. Chaos. Terror. Me ringing my little bell and saying "oh excuse me, pardon me, oh sorry," and sweating bullets the whole time.<br />
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7. <b>Photo shoot:</b> I have saved the best for last. One night, at about 8 or 9 pm, I headed across the bridge, from Brooklyn to Manhattan. As I got near the middle I came upon a photo shoot, someone posing in the clear sparkly night, a big light, a photographer, an assistant perhaps. As I got closer, my eyes focused on the model: Neil Diamond, in a tuxedo, with some shellacked hair and terrifyingly white teeth.<br />
<br />stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-45012257118663570652012-07-09T15:34:00.000-07:002012-07-10T06:52:35.386-07:00Tacos tacos tacosMany years back I spent a fair amount of time in Los Angeles. Once I lived there for a month, on the couches and air mattresses of friends. I spent my days going to agent meetings, yoga classes and the gym, but there were very few agent meetings so it was mostly yoga and the gym. There were fish tacos involved. Also smoothies. Also a car, in which I could tote my giant bag, and my gym clothes, and my change of shoes and not break my back in the process. I was smitten.<br />
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Since leaving acting behind, I hadn't been to LA, until this weekend when I hopped off for three days, to meet up with friends who were also staying there. We stayed at this beautiful little cottage in Echo Park.<br />
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My second day I had masa for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Breakfast was at <a href="http://www.greattacohunt.com/2005/09/tacos-delta.html"><b>Tacos Delta</b>,</a> on Sunset, in Silverlake. We ordered chilaquiles and huevos rancheros (tomatillo salsa verde) and they were very good.<br />
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At about 2 pm I realized I hadn't eaten lunch. I googled "Silverlake fish tacos" and found a thread on Chowhound that started back in 2008. Much back and forth about a guy named Jimmy who sets up under a tent and serves fish and shrimp tacos, Baja style. Supposedly excellent.<br />
<i>"He is no longer there!" </i><br />
<i>"He is there!"</i><br />
<i>"Follow him on twitter! </i>[oh, we must be up to 2009 or 2010 on the thread now...]<i>" </i><br />
<i>"He is there Thursdays and Fridays 12-3 pm!"</i><br />
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I looked at my watch. It was 2:15. It was Friday. I hopped in my batmobile (rental car) and flew off to the corner of DeLongpre and Virgil. First time through I missed him. I was expecting a cart of something, on the corner, but he was tucked into a factory driveway. And there were tables and chairs. And he was friendly and chatty. And there were other gringos there. And I ate one shrimp and one fish and they were EXCELLENT.<br />
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In the evening I met my old friends Karl and Malia. They suggested an old Hollywood classic not known for its food, but for its kitschy ambiance, friendly service and welcomeness to kids. It is called <a href="http://www.elcoyotecafe.com/"><b>El Coyote</b></a> and while my green corn tamales were oddly, overly sweet, the guacamole was chunky and fresh and there were free soda and Iced Tea refills and a guy played the guitar for my friends' daughter. I did not have a margarita because then how would I drive my batmobile? As far as I can tell every single person is driving drunk in that town.<br />
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<b>Other highlights</b><br />
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<li><a href="http://www.umami.com/umami-burger/"><b>Umami burger</b>:</a> recommended by everyone. I met my high school buddy Maia there and I had the classic umami burger which was delicious and included a mushroom and a parmesan crisp on top. That evening Amy, Vic and I spend 15 minutes Googling "umami" and reading definitions out loud to each other. This burger tasted a lot like the descriptions. Also there were truffle cheese fries (oof, too much, too much I tell you) and also celebrities at the table next to me.</li>
<li><a href="http://lamillcoffee.com/"><b>LA Mill</b></a>: wonderful latte in Silverlake. Especially delicious after a 2 mile run around Silverlake reservoir. Triumphant latte. </li>
<li><a href="http://www.foragela.com/"><b>Forage</b></a>: A recommendation from Jen. Healthy, delicious, farm-fresh food, sorta cafeteria style. The City Bakery of Silverlake? Minus the by-the-pound feature that screws you into a $20 plate of salad at City Bakery. </li>
<li><a href="http://scoopswestside.com/"><b>Scoops</b></a>: After a short hike in Runyon Canyon (more about canyon house ogling than exercise), we hit this nifty ice cream spot, where a "single scoop" has two scoops in it. Who doesn't love that? Highlights were Brown Bread flavor, and Pistachio Jasmine Honey.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.eatatstreet.com/"><b>Street</b></a>: This place has a street-food themed menu that was pretty cool and well executed. And a totally weird vibe/ambiance that would never appear in NYC. The aesthetics of these two cities are surprisingly different sometimes. Kaya toast, which I had not had since Singapore, was delicious. Also vaguely Singaporean and also delicious was the coconut fried rice with pork belly, pea shoots and a fried egg on top. It was all tasty, and I was charmed by the head chef coming out and asking us if we were warm enough (most of their seating is outdoor) and then bringing us blankets when we said we were chilly.</li>
<li><b>Farmers Kitchen</b>: right at the corner of the huge and wonderful Hollywood farmers market. Walked around the market with Ari, ogling the gorgeous produce, the beautiful fish, the myriad gluten free breads (!), then stopped in here for tomatoes, eggs and walnut pesto and marveled that it's tomato season already.</li>
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And if you can believe it I ate all of that in THREE DAYS. <br />
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I emailed the following to my old, dear friend A. I figured he'd like to know since he was there with me when I ate the offending kebab, and since he then had to hang out/rehearse with me as I suffered the after effects:<br />
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I just tweeted this: <span style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">"A
tweet I just read abt kabobs reminded me that I once got food poisoning
from a late night kebab shop outside Dublin called "Abrakebabra.""<br />
<br />And then get this:<br /><br />Abrakebabra tweeted me back! Hahahahaha! I love social media.<br /><br />They wrote: </span><a href="http://twitter.com/eathere2" rel="user" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-style: none; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" target="_blank"><s style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none;">@</s><b style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">eathere2</b></a><span style="color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> Really?! Well that has ruined our day! :( </span><a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23wehavechanged" rel="hashtag" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; margin: 0px; outline-style: none; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" target="_blank"><s style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none;">#</s><b style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">wehavechanged</b></a> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Perhaps now you can tweet about how the Immodium stopped the diarrhea,</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> but not the gas. This led the to the "ohhhh I'm so bloated, if only I</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> could fart" tech rehearsal. Maybe Immodium will tweet back at you and</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> say: "we have a new product line that stops the lighting but allows the</span><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> thunder. :( #wehavechanged." </span><br />
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<br />stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-40810100028868510542012-04-12T11:55:00.004-07:002012-04-12T12:36:06.391-07:00A third kind of cook<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5H90gkSJ1U/T4cuNFUHszI/AAAAAAAABxM/0RXSk-IbdqE/s1600/photo%2B%252811%2529.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5H90gkSJ1U/T4cuNFUHszI/AAAAAAAABxM/0RXSk-IbdqE/s200/photo%2B%252811%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730599853151990578" border="0" /></a>Some cooks like recipes. My mother, for example. <br /><br />Some cooks develop a sense of what works well with what, and improvise with what's at hand. They also develop a handy set of reliable favorites and standard techniques. My father, for example.<br /><br />In fact, most people I have met who enjoy cooking fall squarely into one camp or the other. I never had a chance to ask my father about his technique, or the history of how he came to be a wok wizard (most of his inventions were stir-fries of one stripe or another).<br /><br />For me, also the second kind of cook, I started by unintentionally memorizing flavor combos that work well: mushrooms and thyme; rosemary and potatoes; cilantro and lime; tomatoes and cheese; avocado and...everything. And then just worked from there.<br /><br />Truth: I had never met anyone who cooked like T. He told me about a dinner he whipped up for his friend, at her house.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Him</span>: "Yeah, I made steak [I think it was steak] with a balsamic/grape reduction."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: "You just made that up?"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Him</span>: "Yeah."<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span> (inside my head): "That sounds weird."<br /><br />Then he cooked for me one night and it was one of the strangest meals I ever had. He arrived fresh from the Key Food with what seemed to me to be an entirely incongruous and random set of ingredients. Almost like he had played a private game of Supermarket Sweep. It involved orzo, bacon, sun-dried tomatoes, raw mushrooms, raw scallions and...blackberries. Now, I didn't care for this meal, but it doesn't take away from the fact that I admired it, in a weird way. Admired the courage that came with flying without a net (recipe) and not relying on tired old flavor combos. The risk of it all. Go big or go home, the meal seemed to say. Did I mention it had two sauces, both drizzled on the plate with homemade sauce drippers made out of Ziploc baggies?<br /><br />The last meal T made me was an omelet for breakfast. I came back from the gym to find him chopping up things he had found in my (empty, I thought) fridge.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Him</span>: "I am making you an omelet!"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span> (inside my head): "Gulp."<br /><br />And then he served me a gorgeously cooked omelet, filled --I think--with a thin layer of my corn salsa, cheddar cheese, chopped red onion. It was absolutely delicious. And a little bit strange. This is a third kind of cook, I thought to myself.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-1732146299024285302012-02-16T14:40:00.001-08:002012-02-17T08:53:26.348-08:00Bits and bobs1. I keep riffing off of <a href="http://www.food52.com/blog/1555_radish_and_pecan_grain_salad">Food52's grain salad recipe</a> and the results are always amazing. I have been using exclusively quinoa but subbing in spinach for arugula sometimes, and adding roasted carrots or kabocha or whatever instead of the dried raisins and cranberries. <br /><br />2. I am pushing myself to try new restaurants so I don't turn into a stodgy old coot. Mixed results: <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/masten-lake-brooklyn">Masten Lake </a>was a joke (a great story if I see you in person) and Acme was really not my thing (I was served a twee little dish on a bed of hay).But <a href="http://www.biencuit.com/">Bien Cuit </a>is a terrific bakery, and <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/sottocasa-brooklyn">Sottocasa</a> wasn't terrible. <br /><br />3. I made crepes the other day for brunch and that was such a good idea. I should do that more often.<br /><br />4. Also--after declaring publicly that 2012 would be the Year of the Potluck--I finally had my first potluck. And while I gave myself a terrible knife wound just as it was starting (blood! fun!), it was great, and I promise to do more.<br /><br />5. There is still no good coffee to be found in my work neighborhood. BUT! There is really good ramen at <a href="http://chowhound.chow.com/topics/624253">Terakawa ramen</a> around the corner. The regular porky terakawa is great, as is this very interesting black garlic one. h/t @ninaeatsstellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-63647055216852844902012-01-23T12:46:00.000-08:002012-01-23T12:48:17.559-08:00Bicep vs. Pinky, round 1<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jerusha-klemperer/50-most-powerful-people-in-food_b_1220055.html?ref=fast-food">My latest on Huffington Post</a>, in which I examine what power means when it comes to food.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-62364821606738898332011-12-09T14:40:00.001-08:002011-12-09T14:40:31.039-08:00I love my jobHow awesome is this?<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zu1HamLuSow" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-43904254052144852052011-12-05T13:55:00.000-08:002011-12-06T07:09:20.105-08:00The story behind your food (or, what I’m reading lately)<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {mso-style-priority:99; color:blue; mso-themecolor:hyperlink; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; color:purple; mso-themecolor:followedhyperlink; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Reading <a href="http://www.ediblegeography.com/spaces-of-banana-control/">this article about bananas</a> --and how they are stored green and hard in a big warehouse, then gassed to a soft yellow state, and then bought at a fruit cart, and then eaten by me on a peanut butter sandwich—is exactly the sort of food reporting I love. First of all, it’s damn interesting. You know on The Food Network how they have that candy show called “<a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/unwrapped/index.html">Unwrapped</a>” and you get to see how Tootsie Rolls and Starburst are made? Even though it’s gross, it also scratches a very human itch to<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>know the real story.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><br /><br />With candy, you know in advance that the story will involve wax and plastic and food dye and giant machines.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>What’s interesting about <a href="http://www.ediblegeography.com/spaces-of-banana-control/">this here story</a> <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>is the complicated surprise of this simple fruit. This story is about bananas. Aren’t they just picked from a tree and put on a truck and then peeled and eaten? How much could they really need a whole article—or a whole “Unwrapped” episode to tell their story?<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">That’s why it’s my mission to help people find out the story behind their food.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>To help people develop critical skills and open eyes about where our food comes from and how it gets to us. Not to believe the simple story that is sold to us. To make informed choices. I still eat bananas (I try to get organic, I look for fair trade), even though I know they have a strange story, and that they have traveled millions of miles and hundreds of days before I eat them.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>But it’s so important to take the blinders from our eyes.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A few days after reading the banana article, I finally got around to t<a href="http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/toc/2010/11/22/toc">he food issue of The New Yorker,</a> and excitedly dove into the latest Calvin Trillin food piece (always a delicious treat). <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>In his self-deprecating way, he talks about his limited cooking repertoire, how it consists of just a few items and in each case it seems to require little more than just buying or catching something really local and delicious and then just, like, cooking it or whatever.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>He mocks himself and in the process celebrates the great joke of it all: the simplicity of great, local ingredients and how they make the biggest of kitchen idiots into the most celebrated home cooks.</p>stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-3141345050207073762011-11-23T13:45:00.000-08:002011-11-23T14:18:09.939-08:00Neighborhood check-inSo it's been about 4 months in the new apartment, and I've paused to ask myself:<br /><br />Why do you love this neighborhood SO DAMN MUCH. What have you been eating here? Where have you been hanging out?<br /><br />To the first question: I love it because it is a neighborhood. When I wake up in the morning and look out the window there are people jogging, walking dogs, eating at the outdoor tables of the cafe across the street. There is a big tree outside the window and no UPS depot. When I move through the neighborhood, I bump into people I know and like. They are friends, and now neighbors. When I have the itch to go out spontaneously, there is someone nearby who is having the same itch. When there is a hurricane passing through, and everyone is bracing for the worst, there are neighbors--inside and outside my building--who want to hang out and drink and talk through it all.<br /><br />To the second question: I have been eating at <a href="http://hibino-brooklyn.com/">Hibino</a> (so so delicious. the agedashi tofu is really special); <a href="http://henrypublic.com/">Henry Public</a> (so it's trendy, so they are precious and wear handlebar moustaches, so what; they are nice and they make great cocktails and a super burger and an awesome salad); <a href="http://iriscafenyc.com/">Iris</a> (we know how I feel about this place); <a href="http://charno4.com/">Char No. 4</a> (bacon, bourbon); Mile End (brunch); Waterfall Cafe (Middle Eastern, cheap and cheerful); and my own dinner table sometimes, though less than I'd like.<br /><br />To the third question: I have been hanging out at <a href="http://www.61local.com/">61 Local</a> (lurve), Floyd, and Building on Bond when Matt has a say in it.<br /><br />It feels like a happy return.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-14340818369301832362011-11-07T08:38:00.001-08:002011-12-09T14:53:52.622-08:00I need coffeeIn Barcelona I once got a perfect espresso from an airport cafeteria.<br /><br />In Torino, any corner bar or cafe will make you a cappuccino to make your eyes roll back in your head.<br /><br />In Cuba--Cuba! where food and drink are no luxury items--I was served a tremendous coffee in a tobacco farmer's kitchen. Plus we smoked hand rolled cigars, but that's a whole different story.<br /><br />In NYC, city of gods (ahem), you can travel in a five block radius around your new office and be completely incapable of finding a decent espresso drink.<br /><br />Blargh.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-61568596527764476752011-11-01T08:43:00.000-07:002011-11-01T08:47:46.706-07:00Inside my fridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lDn14QMAufg/TrAUV6156kI/AAAAAAAABow/7Agy1xbmdw8/s1600/IMG_1828-300x225.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lDn14QMAufg/TrAUV6156kI/AAAAAAAABow/7Agy1xbmdw8/s200/IMG_1828-300x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670054297664612930" border="0" /></a><br />Ever wondered what's inside my fridge? No, I didn't think so.<br /><br /><br /><br />Even still, you can sneak a peek and hear my deep thoughts on compost and processed foods. <a href="http://www.wellandgoodnyc.com/2011/10/30/refrigerator-look-book-jerusha-klemperer/#">Check me out on Well and Good</a>.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-89147087695295210682011-10-22T21:26:00.000-07:002011-10-22T22:08:53.092-07:00Baguettes and boulesBread and pasta make my culinary world go 'round. When I close my eyes at night I think of baguettes and boules, spaghetti and fettucine. <div><br /></div><div>I've written here before about my distaste for--and lack of belief in--fad diets. As well as my supreme devotion to carbs. Yet here I am, 3 weeks into a gluten-free experiment. Anyone read Michael Pollan's <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2011/10/02/magazine/29mag-food-issue.html#/pollan">Q & A on the NY Times website </a>last month? When asked about gluten free diets he said: </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>"</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>It's hard to believe that the number of people suffering from these conditions has grown as fast as this product category. Gluten has become the bad nutrient of the moment, the evil twin of Omega 3 fatty acids. Could it really be that bread, a staple of Western civilization for 6,000 years, is suddenly making millions of us sick? I'm dubious.</i>"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm less dubious than he is. I was surprised by his lack of openness to it....and kinda surprised by own willingness to give all this a shot.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">5 years ago, over the course of a few months, my eyebrows fell out hair by hair. No doctor told me to look at my diet, or to cut out wheat. Then again, n</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;font-size:medium;">o doctor has been able to tell me why or to make them come back. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div>stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-63574237102144975972011-08-31T14:11:00.001-07:002011-08-31T14:23:12.406-07:00Between a beanbag chair and a warm embraceWhat's the opposite of being between a rock and a hard place? I'm going with a beanbag chair and a warm embrace. That's how I feel these days. I am finishing up a job that has been a source of fulfillment, inspiration, stimulation, friends, food...<div>
<br /></div><div>and heading over to one that has been and will continue to be a source of fulfillment, inspiration, stimulation...you get the idea. I've got a new job, that's what.<div>
<br /></div><div>So I am working hard on a campaign I believe in--$5 Challenge-- and thinking ahead to <a href="http://www.foodcorps.org">FoodCorps</a> and the road ahead. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>In one week I wrote these two posts--they can give you a good sense of what cool stuff I get to work on, how lucky I've been....and how lucky I continue to be. To work on such important stuff and help tell the story of the incredible work that's being done out there to transform our broken food system.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><ul><li><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jerusha-klemperer/take-back-the-value-meal-_b_936289.html">Take Back the Value Meal</a>: my piece for The Huffington Post.</li><li>F<a href="http://civileats.com/2011/08/22/foodcorps-members-get-their-hands-dirty/">oodCorps members get their hand dirty</a>: my piece for Civil Eats.</li></ul></div></div>stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-69857080960130889702011-07-26T14:24:00.000-07:002011-07-26T14:29:34.752-07:00Interviews pastI just had the occasion to scrounge up an interview I did nearly three years ago--with Slow Money founder, Woody Tasch. It reminded me that some of my favorite writing forays have been the chance to do interviews. Seemed like a good idea to repost some of them here.<div><br /></div><div><ul><li><a href="http://www.slowfoodusa.org/index.php/slow_food/blog_post/slow_money/">Woody Tasch and inquiries into the nature of slow money</a></li><li><a href="http://www.slowfoodusa.org/index.php/slow_food/blog_post/interview_robert_lavalva_and_the_new_amsterdam_public/">Robert LaValva and the origins of the New Amsterdam Market</a></li><li><a href="http://www.slowfoodusa.org/index.php/slow_food/blog_post/building_a_sustainable_community_in_kentucky/">Jim Embry building a just and sustainable food system in Kentucky</a></li></ul><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div>stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-34615163862601089262011-07-16T21:40:00.000-07:002011-07-16T21:50:34.575-07:00Cuba OrganicA belated round-up of articles about my time in Cuba.<div><br /></div><div>1. In my own words: <a href="http://civileats.com/2011/06/29/organic-in-cuba-something-from-nothing/">Organic in Cuba, something from nothing</a>.</div><div>2. In <a href="http://riverhead.patch.com/articles/local-foodie-studies-sustainability-in-cuba">this Long Island newspaper article</a> I am quoted on my observations about Cuba, and am described as "NYC Foodie Jerusha Klemperer." Ayyyy, dios mio.</div><div>3. This <a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/2011/07/10/travel/in-cuba-and-staying-with-a-purpose.html?pagewanted=all">NY Times travel section article</a> is about our trip, and others that go to Cuba to study: agriculture, art etc. I appear in a photo making a "who farted?" face. Charming.</div>stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-63173796829055226102011-05-08T18:21:00.000-07:002011-05-08T18:53:35.168-07:00Oh the places I've been<a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/franks-trattoria-new-york">Frank's Trattoria</a>: the other night my buddy C declared herself in the mood for a good old New York slice. C is my old NY <i>homeslice</i> so this was a perfectly delightful and appropriate request. We used to eat NY slices together from age 6 on up, but these days we tend to hit more restauranty fare when we get together. We made our way towards one of my old childhood pizzerias on 1st ave just below 23rd street and headed back into the dining room, a place I hadn't been since about 1990. The pizza is classic perfection, and the best part was the 85 year old man who chatted us up and told us how he's been eating there for 30 years. "Me too!" I said.<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/brucie-brooklyn">Brucie</a>: Soon my old neighborhood will be my new neighborhood again (and I'm super psyched). The other night I hit one of the newer places there, on Court street. Aesthetically it's pitch perfect, and the food hit several great marks. Awesome salad, and my friend's pasta was tops. Mine--tagliatelle with tomato butter & brussels sprouts-- was totally weird & totally off but I am more than willing to head back there and try more stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.hechoendumbo.com/">Hecho En DUMBO</a>: Boy was I pissed when I walked into my favorite after work taco place about a year ago and found out that I couldn't get guacamole. Not because they were out of avocados, but because the place had up and changed identities when I wasn't looking. I mourned the loss of Hecho en DUMBO and was thrilled when it reopened on the Bowery. The name is funny, since it ain't in DUMBO no more, but the food is as good as ever. Make a point to get the rajas con crema tacos. Or three of them.</div>stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-83091450745277005722011-04-20T09:44:00.001-07:002011-04-20T09:48:52.794-07:00The Big New York Sandwich (Book)What is bigger than a NY Sandwich? Pretty much nothing. Think of a Second Avenue Deli corned beef sandwich that people under 150 pounds (me) usually need to remove 6 slices of meat from, in order to consume it. There's your proof.<br /><br />There's a new book out called <a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/reviews/single/163805-the-big-new-york-sandwich-book.html">The Big New York Sandwich Book</a>. It's got sandwich recipes from dang near everyone running a restaurant kitchen. It's even got a page on how to make a "slow" sandwich, penned by yours truly.<br /><br />I leave you with this, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NoMLZNrZG-M">a Socratic dialogue on sandwiches</a>, from "Friends."stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-23313605771836110242011-04-20T09:40:00.000-07:002011-04-20T09:43:05.225-07:00Happy Birthday, McDonald's!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZxuY8ejmkU/Ta8Myp_vYiI/AAAAAAAABHw/xERrNDW6H1Y/s1600/12506.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZxuY8ejmkU/Ta8Myp_vYiI/AAAAAAAABHw/xERrNDW6H1Y/s200/12506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597706926251008546" border="0" /></a>Don't be mad but I didn't get you anything.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jerusha-klemperer/mcdonalds-birthday-_b_848870.html">Here's my love/hate letter to McD's, that ran on the HuffPost </a>on the anniversary of the opening of the first McDonald's franchise.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-32096261954656443492011-03-31T13:12:00.000-07:002011-03-31T13:25:55.506-07:00SupertasterReading <a href="http://www.oregonlive.com/foodday/index.ssf/2011/03/how_we_taste_--_and_the_truth.html?utm_source=streamsend&utm_medium=email&utm_content=13660449&utm_campaign=Food%20News%20Wednesday%2C%20March%2030">this article about supertasters</a> made me realize that I haven't ever blogged about what I call "my crazy tongue." <br /><br />As a kid, when I would stick my tongue out at someone (not all the time, I wasn't a devil child, I swear) they would always remark on my super-textured tongue. When I got my wisdom teeth out the oral surgeon remarked on it, calling it a "topographic tongue." Cool--like a topographic map.<br /><br />I started to notice that spicy food was pretty challenging for me, increasingly so over time. Certain chiles would make my tongue THROB. The taste is divine, but the sensation is murderous. The article on supertasters addresses this strange discrepancy, pointing out that spice is not a <span style="font-style: italic;">taste</span> but a <span style="font-style: italic;">sensation</span>--not sure I could have articulated that difference before reading the article.<br /><br />I met a physician with a similarly affected tongue. She described it to me as the cracks and crevices of our tongues causing each taste bud to be more exposed to the food (more surface area) and therefore more sensitive. She confirmed that it gets more extreme with age. I forgot to ask her if she also sometimes tries to wrap her tongue in a flour tortilla as tears stream down her face. Didn't seem like Passover table conversation.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-15644851347086360282011-03-09T11:18:00.001-08:002011-03-09T12:13:21.479-08:00I'm getting older tooRe: the title of this post, I've got "Landslide" on the brain, probably due to a "Glee" episode I watched last night. And apologies in advance if writing about lunch coop all the time is getting old. But this post is about getting old(er) so maybe that's a good thing.<br /><br />Last night, for lunch coop, I cooked up a spinach barley gratin (a riff on a <a href="http://www.deborahmadison.com/">Deborah Madison </a>recipe) accompanied by Baked Miso Onions. I first had these onions at Laurie's house--in the first apartment she shared with Will, her husband of almost 15 years now. It was in Swarthmore, PA across from the ball fields.<br /><br />I think the recipe is from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurel%27s_Kitchen">"Laurel's Kitchen"</a> a cookbook that seemed a little old and hippie even then. I fell in love with the onions, begged for the recipe, and have been carrying it around on a pink sticky note tucked into an old wooden recipe box ever since. I have brought that wooden box from apartment to apartment to apartment and every few years I pull out the recipe and make miso onions and marvel at their rich complexity and sweetness.<br /><br />When I think of things like this I am acutely aware of getting older. Of having friends who have been my dear friends for 20, 30 years. Of being the kind of wise old soul who has a darn good recipe for every occasion. Of having a sticky note that is as old as my interns.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baked Miso Onions (a la Laurel's Kitchen?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Preheat oven to 350 degrees</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Peel and cut 4 Spanish/sweet onions into quarters</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mix 4 tbsp red miso paste, 4 tbsp olive oil, 3 tbsp tap water and 3tsp dried thyme in a bowl</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Place onions in a casserole dish and pour the mixture over the top</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cover with foil and bake for 35 minutes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't eat them now.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Put them all in a tupperware, pour the liquid from the pan over the onions and let it all sit in the refrigerator overnight.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then eat them the next day, heated up, over brown rice, or noodles, or polenta, or...spinach barley gratin.</span>stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-65567867739917007752011-02-14T14:55:00.000-08:002011-02-14T15:38:17.145-08:00Lunch Coop update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOv5oMaIZ04/TVm5DNQL7lI/AAAAAAAABGw/vwFvZxifur0/s1600/naan.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vOv5oMaIZ04/TVm5DNQL7lI/AAAAAAAABGw/vwFvZxifur0/s200/naan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573689478595997266" border="0" /></a><br />As promised, I figured I'd check in about lunch coop and let you know how it's going. Mostly, it's pretty awesome. I go days on end without thinking about what's for lunch. I show up at the office knowing that someone will feed me, well.<br /><br />But then there is that one day of scramble--and despite our google doc calendar, I have found it really sneaks up on me. Both times I stayed up way too late (and then slept in instead of making my morning gym journey) making food for myself and my coop buddies. We call this ACCOUNTABILITY. It is both the engine that drives the coop and the thing that is a royal pain in the arse.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4DHCBj-W_I/TVm6Sx64iOI/AAAAAAAABG4/O4tuPRpR9z8/s1600/Moncha.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4DHCBj-W_I/TVm6Sx64iOI/AAAAAAAABG4/O4tuPRpR9z8/s200/Moncha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573690845648423138" border="0" /></a><br />I've cooked twice so far & both times I started my menu by thinking of my larder. First up was a giant batch of red lentils I had lying around. I picked a <a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/coconut-red-lentil-soup-recipe.html">red lentil coconut soup from 101Cookbooks </a>and then decided that would go really well with<a href="http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/naan/Detail.aspx"> naan. Homemade naan</a>. Because, hey, why keep it simple when you could keep yourself up til 1 am frying griddle bread and covering your entire kitchen with flour? Both were--dare I say it--delicious. I did struggle with portions though--7 is a very awkward number of mouths to feed.<br /><br />Next time around I decided to tackle the bag of red quinoa I had. I was also inspired by a tweet from <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/molliekatzen">@MollieKatzen</a> about a winter fennel/orange salad she made. Hence:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Fennel/Romaine/Ricotta Salata/Blood Orange/Pickled Onion Salad</span><br />and<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quinoa/New Potato/Roasted Carrot/Cumin/Shallot thingy</span><br /><br />The salad is pretty straightforward (I made a vinaigrette with blood orange juice and white wine vinegar and nice olive oil); the quinoa thing went as follows:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjEi9xHyrsQ/TVm8x2MgjfI/AAAAAAAABHA/sTPbf8FZ3aU/s1600/quinoa.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjEi9xHyrsQ/TVm8x2MgjfI/AAAAAAAABHA/sTPbf8FZ3aU/s200/quinoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573693578395291122" border="0" /></a><br />I boiled the potatoes<br />I sauteed the shallots in olive oil and cumin<br />I roasted the carrots in olive oil with salt & pepper<br />I cooked the quinoa with water<br />I tossed it all together and added a little more salt<br /><br />It was super simple but I actually liked it. And out of fear of not making enough, I basically drowned us in salad.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11083638.post-22752847768516639882011-01-27T11:26:00.000-08:002011-01-27T11:37:50.675-08:00Lunch co-op<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LmfWOAB32f0/TUHJQm96dPI/AAAAAAAABGg/VdXe-s_7QVE/s1600/christine.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LmfWOAB32f0/TUHJQm96dPI/AAAAAAAABGg/VdXe-s_7QVE/s200/christine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566951901581964530" border="0" /></a><br />For years I have been tossing out this idea to co-workers: a lunch co-op in which we each make one giant pot of something just one day of the week and share it. That way I am doing same amount of cooking but instead of being stuck eating the same thing every day, I have variety. Even at my office, where nearly everyone makes their lunch and it is all very tasty looking, people balked.<br /><br />Last week I published a piece (on both <a href="http://wellandgoodnyc.com/2011/01/20/a-sunday-supper-club-that-makes-lunches-for-the-week/">WellandGoodNYC</a> and <a href="http://civileats.com/2011/01/24/a-sunday-supper-club-cooking-up-lunches-for-the-week/">Civil Eats</a>--spread the love) about my friend Christine. For five years now she has been making lunch with her friend Joanne. They get together on Sunday and make six servings of two different dishes. They shop together, cook together, split the cost--and they eat really well and really affordably.<br /><br />Christine emailed me that she "hoped the piece would inspire some people" to follow in their footsteps. Well guess what, Christine: I reintroduced the lunch co-op idea to my now-entirely-new-bunch of fellow staffers, and they bit! 7 of us are launching our food-coop next week. The ground rules are as follows:<span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:georgia;">Food must be vegetarian, though meat can be provided on the side</span></li><li><span style="font-family:georgia;">No tunafish salad, please</span></li><li><span style="font-family:georgia;">Food shouldn't be too spicy</span></li><li><span style="font-family:georgia;">Food should be mostly from scratch</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">use farm-fresh ingredients</span> WHEN POSSIBLE</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:Calibri,Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">There is a cost ceiling of $5 per person per meal (or $35). People should not feel they have to spend that much, but for now that will be the upper limit.</span></span></span></li></ul>Updates to follow.stellaforstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07601064086073191123noreply@blogger.com1