Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The Full Monty


Hey guys,
Thought you'd find this an interesting read. A great model to refer to as we continue to perfect our last assignment, the recipe-based story followed by recipe.

A Case for the (Completely Unfashionable) Full English Breakfast

Why I torture myself by reading this stuff when dinner is still a few hours away, I can't tell you.

PS: If anyone is seriously trying to launch a food writing career, HuffPo Food could be a good place to start. I work with the site pretty frequently, and you can normally make your way in if you've got the right magic mix of credentials + a unique POV/voice + interesting, well-written content.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

BK Restaurant Week

Brooklyn is doing another restaurant week from March 21-31 with dinner prices that hark back to the original idea. There's a list of the participating restaurants and a handy map here:

http://www.brooklyn.com/dinemap.php

Monday, March 21, 2011

From Russia With Love

There's something so low lighted and soothing about Manhattan's Russian Samovar that any prohibitions around drinking vodka in the early afternoon can be easily chased with the tiny Corniche pickles in silver cups that dot the bar and booths. It's also reassuring to know that even after fifteen years, the dusty Samovar remains largely unchanged, and many midtown office workers can still be seen quietly sipping their lunches, some worryingly alone, but many in groups large enough to commander a banquet.

There are deep red velvets, tiny lampshades and hushed conversations throughout, but the decor focus is the hundreds of dramatically lit curio jars running the length of the bar, holding not only the precious Russian vodka, but also the flavorings. Some are pretty, elderberries and floating red peppers, but a ginger-infused vodka refracts back its root tenant in a disturbing way like a showcase at the carnival freak show. I keep moving down the bar.

Scary though it may be, the ginger is still an old reliable, but I'm here for horseradish. I have a hunch that it's just the thing for a vodka recipe I've been tinkering with, ramping up through trial and error from a bland lemon vodka really more colored than flavored by the runoff from boiled beets to a concoction that now featured chunky beet puree, an interesting taste, but still called out for some kick.

I honestly believe the horseradish will make this cocktail sing. I belly up to the bar and order a horseradish-flavored vodka. When it arrives, I ask the elderly barkeep to tell me everything, and in a thick Russian accent, he delves into the history of Mother Russia, horseradish and, natch, vodka. It's not surprising that this five-foot, white-flowering plant, coveted for its curved, chalky root, is in the same family as eye-watering mustards and wasabi, but I'm shocked it also counts broccoli and cabbage as members of the family.

Much like my initial misstep with the boiled beets, Alexi cautions me to grate the horseradish root, letting it tumble directly into the vodka. He also tells me not to bother with what his native Russians call "red khreyn" as it's just pre-shaved horseradish mixed with red beets. "So I am onto something," I ask rhetorically. He nods, but then goes onto nix the lemon-flavored vodka, insisting the flavors from the beet puree and grated horseradish will be more than enough for the palate to contend with, but he eventually relents, allowing a lemon wedge as garnish at the end of a recipe. "Like the sun," he says.

As I stumble out into the daylight myself, the world of unflavored vodkas stretches our before me. I never understood things like Grey Goose or the bottle-service vodka in a nightclub that, although it does have a giant flare atop the bottle, is still retailing at a 5000 percent markup. I'm more about rotgut booze, always have been, and unabashedly so, but lately, I've been running my cheap hooch through a Brita water filter, acting on a tip from Esquire that says the taste and hangover quotient are on par with Kettle One after the quintuple filtration.

My clerk at the Buy-Rite calls bullshit on the filtration. The vodka I've selected has a price tag well under ten dollars for a fifth, still definitely bottom shelf, but it comes in a modern, oval bottle with its brand "Burnett's" across the front in quaint, old-timey lettering. It's about the same price, but doesn't store any of that secret, back-of-the-freezer shame that, say, a bottle of Popov would.

I tell the clerk I suspect he has a vested interest in this urban legend being untrue, but when I arrive home to begin the lengthy coal-filtration process, I hop online and find that mythbusters.com has also discredited the idea, while chowhound.com quotes vodka expert and San Francisco World Spirits Competition chief Anthony Dias Blue as saying, "Passing a low-end vodka through a filter will make it better, but it won't make it a top shelf."

On the second filtration, I decide to get going on the beet, but most of the recipes I find online call for all kinds of craziness from epicurious.com's 1/2 pound of boiling potatoes to food.com's two tablespoons of heavy cream. My afternoon vodka almost comes back up on that last suggestion so I decide to keep it simple, spraying the beet with cooking spray, wrapping it in foil and throwing it into a hot oven for an hour.

When the beet's done, I'm on my last filtration. As all of this detoxification has been happening in the fridge, I decide to cozy up to my second, chilled vodka of the afternoon, just so I can have some basis for comparison when I'm done flavoring. When I open the foil, the beet has shed its skin, so I extract the meat and mash it in a bowl instead of processing as I want some fiber to remain. I add the vodka and all that remains is to grate in the horseradish.

As Alexi said it would, breaking down the root releases enzymes from the ruptured plant cells which in turn break down a glucose that results in a mustard oil that attacks my eyes and sinus like a Chechen rebel. Before I know it, I'm standing in my kitchen, slightly drunk and crying. I feel like something out of a Lifetime movie. It's okay, I tell myself, I'm just moments away from a refreshing cocktail. The sun will return momentarily, just as soon as I'm done cutting lemons.

The Beet Red Khreyn Vodka Sunrise Cocktail
Let's face it, Sex and the City did some serious damage to the vodka cocktail. What was once the provenience of Romanovs and Czars had devolved into a syrupy girl drink. But as that show sunsets, somewhere on the horizon drinks like the mint cucumber vodka martini and vodka dill pickle-tini are rising to the fore. Vodka, beet puree and grated horseradish, your time has come.

Ingredients:
-1 fifth of unflavored vodka
-1 large red beet
-1 medium horseradish root
-1 medium lemon
-1 medium bag of chopped ice

Method:
1. Begin charcoal filtering vodka in commercial pitcher like a Brita. Repeat filtration four more times.
2. Spray beet lightly with Pam or other cooking spray and wrap loosely in foil.
3. Cook beet on middle shelf of oven at 450 degrees for one hour.
4. Remove beet from oven, peel and mash lightly in large mixing bowl.
5. Add filtered vodka to bowl.
6. Using a cheese grater or fork, grate horseradish root into bowl and stir.
7. Transfer mixture to serving pitcher then place in refrigerator or freezer.
8. Serve cocktail cold in tall glass with chopped ice, garnish with lemon wedges if desired.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Meatball Mania

Last weekend, I fulfilled a long-running desire to dine at the Meatball Shop, a restaurant that opened just over a year ago in the heart of the Lower East Side. What a concept: meatballs every which way, with gourmet variations and ingredients thrown in and trendy but cozy, communal atmosphere.

The best part, in my opinion, is how you order: you customize your own plate by marking
your selection of meatballs (5 to choose from), sauces (another 5 variations) and sides (from polenta to risotto to greens to roasted veggies), on a laminated menu. There's something so gratifying about being able to be so creative and in-control over what you're served. You're even asked to specify where you want your side dishes in relation to your meatballs: on the side, in a separate dish, or directly under your meatballs.


I wound up with spicy pork meatballs smothered in classic tomato sauce, along with a side of truffle risotto and an arugula market salad. The meatballs were incredible, and the market salad fresh and delicious.
The risotto was a miss (texturally, at least) but the rest of the meal more than made up for it. For dessert, Meatball Shop offers (again, customizable) ice cream sandwiches, which are inventive and delicious but quite hard to eat unless you're OK with using your hands.

If you go, the bad news is that you'll have to wait 1-2 hours to be seated, as we did on Friday. The good news is that there are dozens of places to grab a drink nearby, so if you have a snack beforehand, you should last long enough to make it to the meatballs, and make a fun night out of it. And for my fellow West Siders, they're opening a new location on Greenwich Avenue this summer,
according to Grub Street. Hallelujah!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Wait, He's a Top AND He Can Cook?

This sounds completely biz-zonkers. I'm thinking about going over on Sunday at 2pm if anyone's interested:

The 18th Original GLBT Expo will crown the first ever New York’s Top Gay Chef. The Competition is a “Main Stage Competition” and competitors will be judged on their creativity, taste and flavor combination over the 2 days of the show. The Chefs will be demonstrating their talents and vying for Grand Prize as New York’s Top Gay Chef.

Event Date: Saturday, March 12, 2011 from 12 noon to 7:00pm Sunday March 13, 2011 from12 noon to 6:00pm
Event Location: Jacob Javits Convention Center –W 38th St. and 11th Avenue-NYC, Hall 1A

CONTEST FORMAT
First Round -Saturday March 12 -3:00pm
● 10 competitors in total ● 2 competitors on stage at a time for 15 minutes ● Prepare a dish of their choice using any 4 of the following main ingredients: boneless chicken, shallots, oranges, fennel, cucumbers ● 3 Judges will evaluate each Chef’s dish and score accordingly. ● 5 Chefs will advance to Finals on Sunday

All Chefs must indicate if a plate or bowl is needed for presentation to judges. All recipe ingredients including Olive oil, butter, required spices, garnishes etc will be made available according to the recipe. Please arrive at least 30 minutes to prep. (If an ingredient is rare or cost prohibitive, the chef must supply their own.)

Finals-Sunday March 13 - 2:00pm
The 5 finalists will be given a choice of ingredients chosen by show management and a time limit of 20 minutes to prepare their dish.
The Judges:
The judging panel will consist of 3 culinary and food experts.
Prize:
● 1st Place $1,000 (opportunity to appear on web site and other 2011 promotions)
●2ndPlace $ 750 ●3rdPlace $ 250
Who Can Participate:
The event is open to any chef or cook that is a member of the GLBT Community and is currently working in a restaurant, hotel, resort, and /of other food service establishment. Participants must be 18 years of age or older at the time of the competition.
Those chefs and cooks wishing to register must submit:
● A Competed Application Form (can be scanned and emailed or faxed)
● First Round: A recipe using some or all of the ingredients and desired cooking equipment must be sent to: Sharmayne Wesler- sharmayne@rdpgroup.com or faxed to 860-677-6869. All first round recipes and event forms must be received no later than February 18, 2011.
Participants that are selected will be contacted by February 25,
2011 with additional information on arrival, sequence etc. ● A jpg photo ● A brief biography (200 words)
Equipment Supplied
All Ingredients to prepare the recipe sent to RDP Group. The Main Stage will be equipped with a 6’ foot table, cutting boards, an electric wok, small cooking surface, an electric frying pan, small sauce pan, a frying pan napkins, paper towels, serving plates for judges and a prep area. Please note, No cooking with open flames is allowed at the Javits.
Not Supplied
Specialty Equipment, knives, hand blenders, serving vessels (Plates/bowls), wooden spoons, favorite pan or pot. Chefs must bring their own supplies not provided.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Booze infused food

Thinking of a new way to change my ordinary sunday brunch, I started searching for options. I found The Brooklyn Booze Experiment. A culinary competition held in the Bell House in Brooklyn, wich by the way is a great place with high ceilings, wood beams and vintage gold chandeliers. It seems like a great place for indie concerts.

So after waking up in a rainy sunday, took a cab and arrived to the Bell House. I really didin´t know what to expect, but I like the informal style and the type of event, bringing to a competition the best home chefs to show their abilities, with a theme "Booze".  So as the name of the event says, they have to create a dish inspired by booze, either wine, rum, beer, cognac, whatever they choose and the goal, to win the competition. So about 18 diferent chefs made their creation.
My first impresion was really the worst organizacion ever, it took me 40 minutes in line to start tasting the first dish: pescado veracruzano with tequila, then I continued with other small tastings, braised beef with cognac, chicken tacos with rum, brownies with mezcal frosting and other things which were not of my entire taste, and thankfully I found the plate which made the trip worth it, the Torta Ahogada, a mexican pork sandwich (braised pork with tequila, this time) mayo, onions, lime and red chilli sauce, I added an extra touch of valentina, wich is a great mexican chilli sauce by the way, made me smile and get out of there happy.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

RECIPE BASED STORY SAMPLE FROM ISLANDS MAGAZINE

Taste: The Sweetest Memories

For the author, Trinidad's mithai treats taste like childhood

"Just eat it," my father says, watching me as I gingerly nibble the little orange ball. He shakes his head. It is 1979, and I am 11 years old. We have come from a Hindu prayer meeting in his hometown of Chaguanas, Trinidad, site of the now-famous Hindu celebration of Diwali Nagar. I am sweating in my stiff sundress with the crinoline skirt that every- one has admired; my brother is equally turned out in a suit, a testament to my father's success in America. I shuffle behind my father in the blistering-hot street as I pick suspiciously at the sweet treat.

The ball is firm and sticky, with just enough sugar, and some taste I can't identify -- something minty and familiar. Later I'll learn the spice is cardamom. But for now, a new world has opened up to me, a world of mithai, the Hindu name for sweets. Made from local sugar cane, they are served up in prodigious quantities every Diwali in late October or early November.

Returning to Trinidad now as a chef, I find myself in my ancestral homeland once again, on the eve of what was once my Trinidadian father's favorite holiday. Before I leave, I must satisfy my craving for mithai, for sugar is what largely informs our palates here on this island. But could those childhood memories of sugary treats and holiday-inspired generosity be as sweet for me today?

It is an inextricable part of our Indian heritage -- my father's and mine. My great grandfather, like so many other Indians, arrived here in the 19th century to labor in the cane fields. The white gold they mined was largely bound for England and America, but come Diwali, the precious stuff was plentiful in Indian homes.

Though I can find the pastries anywhere, I am bound for Débé, a once sleepy backwater where residents have earned a reputation as master mithai makers. To feed a once-thriving sugar economy, over the years Débé locals set up small stands selling traditional pastries, cookies and sweets as well as "doubles," sandwiches of spicy chickpeas and fried dough. It is a city built upon the fortunes of sugar.
My sentimental sweet tooth sends me on nearly a full day's travel into southwestern Trinidad, where Débé lies not far from Icacos Point, about seven miles from Venezuela. Though the day is rainy, cars throng the highway. Like me, these people know the goodies in Débé will be piled high because Diwali is coming.

This is our best chance to taste the threefold holiday: at once a devotion to Lakshmi, goddess of prosperity; the New Year; and the triumph of good over evil. While he was growing up, my father waited eagerly for Diwali, when fellow Hindus gave trays of mithai away, and there was no shame in taking them. It was a Hindu rite rather than an act of charity, a respite from the desperate poverty in which he was raised. Even as an adult, the thought of it left him longing for his tropical home as the leaves outside our window raged in a blast of orange and red against the sooty New York City sky.

Turning off the highway toward the center of Débé, I see Diwali preparations have started. Towers of diyas, traditional clay lamps, are stacked in the yards, waiting to be filled with coconut oil and placed on elaborate displays. The displays were simpler in my father's time, but he loved them nonetheless.
"The diyas were so pretty, burning on the steps of the houses, in the balconies or along the roadside," he used to say, smiling, holding his hand up, forming a little cup with his fingers. "They were like little stars in the pitch black night."

I get out of my car and find a vendor whose small table is piled high with an assortment of mithai in gallon jars with tightly fitted lids. There are golab jamun (mahogany-colored balls of fried cottage cheese doused in sugar syrup) and ladoo (deep-yellow orbs of toasted chickpea flour, sweetened and essenced with cardamom). Barfi squares -- made from coconut flakes, pistachio or almond, sugar spices and milk -- are stacked like so many pretty tiles in alternating colors of pink, orange and light green.

All are virtually unchanged from the original Indian recipes brought from India by our ancestors more than 150 years ago. They're balanced with the Trini creations I find here, too, like kulma and chip chip: dough sticks and coconut sugar cakes.

I buy jalebi first, a fritter of yeasty dough swirled through hot oil, fried crisp then dipped in sugar syrup. My father made these for us, and we'd gobble them while they were too hot, burning our fingers and tongues. This time, though, I nibble a jalebi ever so delicately. It is still crisp under the wash of mouth-puckering sugar syrup, and I close my eyes to savor the heady taste that carries me back through years of Diwali celebrations.

When I open them again, I see a little boy of 10 or 11. He is barefoot and his T-shirt dirty. He's toting bags of sour plums as he weaves through the crowd. "Plums, salt plums!" he calls out, largely ignored, trying to compete with established pastry-mongers for their sweet-toothed clientele.

I beckon him over, and the child smiles. I buy some plums and tell him to keep the change, which he carefully puts in his pocket. He walks on, the bag hoisted on his shoulder, his knees knobby on thin legs, his thick, black hair standing up away from his head -- so similar to my father's childhood photo. I imagine the boy taking the money he just earned to buy himself a jalebi or golab jamun, the sticky syrup making his fingers tacky and coating his tongue as he relishes the taste of a treat well-earned.

Diwali Dessert Recipe

This flavor of Trinidad is sure to satisfy your sweet tooth
This popular dessert is made to celebrate the Diwali festival on Trinidad, but it's sold by street vendors year-round. Look for this and other Trinidadian recipes in Sweet Hands: Island Cooking From Trinidad And Tobago (Hippocrene Cookbook Library) by ISLANDS contributor Ramin Ganeshram.

Miss Mattie's Kulma
  • 2 cups flour
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 4 tablespoons butter
  • 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1 cup vegetable oil
  • 1 teaspoon mixed essence (available in Indian markets) or vanilla
1. Mix butter and flour together and knead well. It will form a hard dough.
2. Heat a heavy-bottomed skillet on a low heat, meanwhile and roll out dough to 1/4 inch thickness. Place the dough on the skilled and cook for about 1 minute. Turn once and cook 1 minute more. 3.  Remove and cut into lengthwise strips about 1/2 inch wide. Cut each strip into 3 inch sections an set aside.
4. Heat oil in a 1 quart saucepan until a pinch of flour dropped into the pan sizzles. Add dough strips and fry until brown and remove.
5. Place sugar, cinnamon, and mixed essence or vanilla a pot with 1/2 cup of water. Boil, stirring often, until sugar melts. Simmer until becomes a thick syrup then add dough sticks and toss well. Pour into a heat-proof container to cool.