May 2010
25 posts

until tonight, somehow i forgot that potatoes are one of the cheapest yet most filling and mega tasty foods to stock up on.
potato gratin
modified from a recipe sent by jason / serves 6
- 1.5kg / 3 lbs potatoes, peeled
- 2 large onions, sliced
- 3/4 cup pouring cream (i used raw cream. ohhh boy.)
- 3/4 cup milk
- pinch of dried thyme
- 3 cloves garlic, sliced
- salt and freshly ground black pepper
preheat oven to 180ºC / 350ºC. place the potatoes in a large saucepan, cover with water and bring to the boil.
cook for 5 minutes, then drain the potatoes and return them to the saucepan.
place the saucepan over a low heat and warm the potatoes for 1-2 minutes, shaking the pan occasionally to evaporate any excess moisture. slice the potatoes into 5 mm / 1/4” slices.
butter an oven proof dish and arrange the potatoes, overlapping slices as you go. scatter onions over the potatoes and season with salt and pepper. repeat until the last layer is potato.
mix the cream, milk and thyme together and pour over the potatoes. scatter with garlic slices and season. depending on your pan, you may need to add more cream and milk; it should reach the halfway mark in the dish.
cover with foil. bake on the preheated oven for 40 - 50 minutes or until bubbling. remove the foil and cook for a further 10 minutes or until the potatoes have browned a little.
for those of you (if any) thinking about joining the army, here’s a reason not to: crappy old brownies.
NPR asked a baker to make a batch — and the verdict:
And to be honest, they weren’t too good: dry, crumbly and dense. But they did taste as if they might last quite a while if boxed up and shipped to a war zone.
shipping out soon? start getting used to the food and download the recipe here.
(via the consumerist)
but whatever floats your boat, cordon bleu and purveyors of fine gourmet mushrooms.
i use a damp paper towel, especially if i’m working with big mushrooms, or not a lot of them.
but when you have a whole bag of button mushrooms to clean, de-stalk and wipe — hey, where’s my collander?
not only had i never seen corn dogs on a restaurant menu before, i don’t think i’ve EVER had corn dogs that had real sausage meat them and tasted so freaking good. especially when accompanied with THREE types of mustard.
after several soup making sessions and putting down the order for the weekly vegetable drop box, i decided that a stick blender was going to be pretty helpful for epic soup making sessions. so lisa picked up a relatively cheap one from target, and it’s been sitting in our kitchen for the last few weeks, still in the box.
until today. i made a smoothie, because i wasn’t going to wait for a whole pot of water to boil and for vegetables to release their deliciousness. plus i had a severely battered banana in my messenger bag that needed to be taken care of.
so i threw in:
- 3 big spoonfuls of greek yogurt
- the battered banana, which i froze last night
- a few blackberries. for colour, of course
- half of a mexican mango. why not?
- milk
and wooooo!
these things are fun. to the point where i may have a smoothie everyday, just so i can macerate the hell out of some fruit.
best enjoyed in a tall ceramic tiki glass, stolen from the jerks at the tonga room.
the first few weeks living in SF involved the painful task of throwing out food because it would go off before i had a chance to eat it.
especially vegetables. there are days where i’ll eat a whole pound of asparagus in one meal because i’m paranoid about wasting it. so this week i decided to cook all of the asparagus, have some for lunch, and keep the rest in the fridge. pre-cooking vegetables that only take a few minutes to cook seems pretty silly to me — but it’s that or eat it all. or let it rot and throw it out.
the immediate pay off: being able to make a pants-down awesome frittata with the asparagus the following morning, along with some ham that i was starting have ham-overload nightmares about.
this is modified from an alton brown recipe that feeds 6. mine feeds two and is more of a omelette-frittata — thinner and not as heavy as a fritatta. an omelettata, if you’d like.
you can use almost anything leftover (even pasta) as your filler — or fresh ingredients, or a combination of both. just make sure it doesn’t get super watery before you add the eggs.
omelettata
feeds 2
- 2 eggs
- parmesan cheese (to taste)
- dash of milk
- salt and pepper
- tablespoon of raw butter
- a few spears of leftover sautéed asparagus, chopped
- decent pile of shaved ham, rolled up and sliced
preheat the grill (or broiler) to low.
beat the eggs with the cheese, milk — season with salt and pepper.
heat a small oven-safe frying pan and melt the butter. add the asparagus and ham, saute for a few minutes until heated through and any excess liquid has evaporated.
pour in the eggs and give it a quick stir with a wooden spoon. cook without stirring (unless you want scrambled eggs) until the top is beginning to set.
place the pan in the oven and grill for 3 minutes or until the top is lightly browned and is slightly puffy. remove the omelettata immediately from the pan, cut into quarters, and serve.
sometimes that’s all you need for a post-night class spontaneous food run.
after
- a rather unappetizing dinner,
- freaking out that i haven’t found a third and final bar for my idea’s class presentation on bourbon & branch,
- witnessing drunk female roommate give sober gay roommate a back rub,
- a sudden need to be out of the house,
i decided to finally go to alembic knowing that it wouldn’t be packed out on a sunday night.
and i’m glad i waited until the 6th week of class to go, because i would probably be failing and in need of a new liver by now.
men, take note: if you really want to impress the stockings off me, take me to bourbon and branch. reservation only.
oh, and please be good looking. thanks.
so we were assigned to check out madrone (and analyse its competition) for one of our ideas classes and write a creative brief based on what we could gather on the night. no, really. yes, i am attending a completely legitimate school.
at first we thought this place was pretty mellow, and perhaps we were a little early (7:30) so we sat around waiting for things to ramp up. it didn’t. actually, a whole bunch of people left at 9, all at once (us included).
but between the spinal tap screening, deer heads with guns for horns, a giant “bar freshener” hanging from the ceiling and other strange things, it was a pretty neat neighbourhood watering hole.
as we continued north, each subsequent bar was considerably more packed. sometimes cheaper, sometimes with food, but usually more douchey.
so if you’re on divisadero and want to be able to talk to your friends / date over a quiet drink AND no elbow fighting your way to the bathroom, then madrone is the way to go. especially when there’s a punk rock pianist.