Mission Kitchen
A dissertation to write. Bellies to make happy. A mish-mash of old recipes finally glued into a notebook. In preparing and recording different nightly recipes, I hope to find productive, meaningful and much-needed respite from the gridded cells and half-finished sentences that trail across my computer screen each day. A testament to a sense of accomplishment that doesn't need to be peer-reviewed to have merit. Or just yummy things to eat that I've been meaning to make for a while.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Paradise Found
Seven Hours in Seoul
Friday, March 16, 2012
news flash!
apparently my blog post last night was timely!
see article about food waste detracting from sustainable farming...
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/46743203/ns/world_news-world_environment/#.T2ODvUyXSSN
see article about food waste detracting from sustainable farming...
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/46743203/ns/world_news-world_environment/#.T2ODvUyXSSN
Thursday, March 15, 2012
cream of asparagus soup
Many of my friends know this, but I HATE wasting food. It makes me sick to think about all the food that gets thrown away--after parties, at catering events, stuff people forgot about in the back of their refridgerator, and of course restaurants. I'm not sure if its my time in Africa or the things I've learned in school or what, but I try my darnest to use the groceries I buy before they go moldy. In a way, it kind of becomes a game, some sort of Top Chef challenge--I've got A LOT of cream cheese and sweet potatoes that aren't going to last too much longer--what can I do with them? At the same time, asparagus arrived in my farm box for the first time this week (yay spring!), and I'm itching to make something with it. Plus, its cold and raining out--I want something comforting. What to make?? This thrown-together soup, is the result. Funny enough, it's probably one of the better soups I've made...served with crusty whole grain bread and butter, it made for a satisfying dinner on a chilly Thursday evening.
INGREDIENTS
one large leek
garlic
half an extra large sweet potato (or one normal sized sweet potato)
a bunch of asparagus
sprinkle of thyme
one bay leaf
oil (high heat, olive, or whatever you fancy)
chicken stock (or veggie)
cream cheese (I used light)
fresh black pepper
Peel and chop the sweet potatoes and get them in the steamer. Meanwhile, saute the leek and garlic in oil (or butter if you prefer), adding the thyme and bay leaf. Once cooked, add the stock (I usually use about two cups but you can adjust depending on how thick you want your soup). Then add asparagus and let asparagus cook in the boiling stock until bright green (a few minutes). Add steamed sweet potatoes. Remove bay leaf. Puree using immersion blender. Once almost done pureeing, add in cream cheese and give final pulse or two. Serve hot, with freshly ground pepper and any other toppings of your choice (croutons would have been nice).
You'll note that I'm not very precise with measurements here--soup, thankfully, does not require the art of precision. Just experiment! I find on a Thursday evening, cooking is less stressful if you're not trying to measure ingredients perfectly and if you instead embrace soup-making as a Jackson Pollock style affair (just throw a bunch of stuff in there and hope for a masterpiece :) ).
Friday, February 25, 2011
the art of culinary simplicity
I have talked to several friends who felt their dining experience at Chez Panisse to be…underwhelming. While I have loved both of my two meals there immensely, I think I know why some feel a letdown. Most of us expect a high-end restaurant to mean “fancy” food—complex sauces, brightly colored emulsions, unusual flavors paired together and whatnot. At Chez Panisse, you don’t get that. You get what is actually quite simple food—dishes that are prepared in a way that seeks to bring out the essence that each ingredient naturally contains. The idea being that fresh organic produce and meat do not really need much added to them to taste flavorful and delicious. Most dishes don’t feature very many ingredients—the idea is less to sample something tasty but potentially unidentifiable, and more to experience a few high-quality in-season items in their natural form of perfection. This experience wouldn’t be necessarily if we didn’t have an agricultural industry constantly shoving pesticide-coated watery vegetables and oversized under-flavored boneless skinless chicken breasts down our throats, but the fact is, most of us have no idea how good a single carrot can taste on its own when given a chance to grow in a natural, healthy environment. They’re almost like candy! And so Chez Panisse tries to open our eyes to the wonders of what the land can produce for us if we let it, by plying us with fruits, vegetables and animals that have been seasoned and cooked just enough to bring out their inner goodness. It all reminds me a bit of the scene in the movie “The English Patient,” when Juliette Binoche feeds Ralph Fiennes (the patient) a plum from the garden and he says, between juicy bits of it dribbling down his chin, “Mmm. It’s a very plum plum.” I imagine the Chez Panisse staff say these sorts of things to each other all the time, as they decide which of the day’s freshest ingredients to incorporate into their daily set menu.
Why am I talking about Chez Panisse? No, I was not lucky enough to go there recently, but I was lucky enough to spend my birthday weekend in Hawaii (actually I think that beats out a dinner reservation at CP). On top of that, I was there with a handful of my favorite people in the world and I got to run around the island with them for a few days, sharing some of my favorite spots and discovering some new ones as well. As always, cooking dinner together featured as a main event. I had described our local fish market to my friends but I don’t think they had fully understood what I meant when I said the fish comes fresh off the boat until we arrived at the shop. Quite literally, an elderly Asian man sat pulling off his boat galoshes while his wife arranged the large tranches of fish, practically still wriggling, in the glass window display. To make a long story short, we selected ahi (to make fresh poke!) and ono to grill, and took note of the owner’s suggestion that we keep our ono preparation simple—a little olive oil, salt, pepper and lemon was all it needed.
And boy was she right. Our most culinary friend Charlie prepared the fish as recommended, and after a short spin on the grill, topped it with a mango salsa. Et voila. It makes total sense to me now why ono means “delicious” in Hawaiian—with barely any additions, it made for the most tasty and satisfying meal. I think Alice would have been proud.
onion about to be grilled
sweet potato, feta and arugula salad
Ono--fresh enough to eat as sashimi (like our ahi poke) but we chose to grill
Why am I talking about Chez Panisse? No, I was not lucky enough to go there recently, but I was lucky enough to spend my birthday weekend in Hawaii (actually I think that beats out a dinner reservation at CP). On top of that, I was there with a handful of my favorite people in the world and I got to run around the island with them for a few days, sharing some of my favorite spots and discovering some new ones as well. As always, cooking dinner together featured as a main event. I had described our local fish market to my friends but I don’t think they had fully understood what I meant when I said the fish comes fresh off the boat until we arrived at the shop. Quite literally, an elderly Asian man sat pulling off his boat galoshes while his wife arranged the large tranches of fish, practically still wriggling, in the glass window display. To make a long story short, we selected ahi (to make fresh poke!) and ono to grill, and took note of the owner’s suggestion that we keep our ono preparation simple—a little olive oil, salt, pepper and lemon was all it needed.
And boy was she right. Our most culinary friend Charlie prepared the fish as recommended, and after a short spin on the grill, topped it with a mango salsa. Et voila. It makes total sense to me now why ono means “delicious” in Hawaiian—with barely any additions, it made for the most tasty and satisfying meal. I think Alice would have been proud.
onion about to be grilled
sweet potato, feta and arugula salad
Ono--fresh enough to eat as sashimi (like our ahi poke) but we chose to grill
Saturday, January 29, 2011
caramelized tofu and oh-so sweet potatoes
I've decided to skip writing about The Great Bean Flop (i.e. pan-fried broad beans and kale gone wrong), which resulted only in a burnt pan, a dry end product requiring olive oil dousing and later on a whole lot of elbow grease to clean said pan. Instead I'm moving on to a much much more successful tofu-oriented recipe: caramelized tofu, no less! It came off Heidi's blog of course and in one of the listed comments a reader wrote it was the best-tasting tofu she (or he) had ever made, which I assumed had to be a hyperbole. But I kid you not, this is the tastiest tofu recipe I've ever made, and quite frankly, I right now can't think of any tofu I've had ever that I've liked better. Quite a statement, I know! I followed the 101 Cookbooks recipe to a T, apart from adding roasted sweet potatoes to the entire concoction, and her pictures are much lovelier than mine anyways, so I'll let you access that recipe yourself http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/caramelized-tofu-recipe.html and instead insert here a few musings on tofu.
I recently received an email directing me towards a website railing against the dangers of soy--its a GMO monocrop-produced highly processed food item that is BAD FOR YOU and could HARM YOUR BODY in a number of different ways, the site said. Now I wholeheartedly agree that processed foods filled with chemicals and additives are one of the biggest health concerns facing our society today, but websites like this one bother me for two reasons (well three if you count the fact that this particular one was shamelessly trying to sell me something--vitamin pills--awesome).
First, I wonder how food concerns have become so focused on the health of our bodies as consumers while the health of the environment and the health of say, farm-workers and industrial laborers, are issues that have quietly dropped off the table. Doesn't it seem kind of selfish? Like maybe most people shop at Whole Foods and care about organic or non-GMO only so much as it lets them breath a little sigh of relief that they are perhaps exposed to one or two less cancer-causing agents in their everyday life? This is a reasonable desire on the part of the average Jane, but it makes me sad to think that food safety advocacy has been in part reduced to an appeal to our self-interest, rather than a multi-faceted issue that should be causing alarm and making us think not only about our own consumer-oriented bodies but also the bodies of those who grow our food, and the animals and plants that we want to sustain us.
Second, I am suspicious of anyone who is so all-or-nothing in his/her approach to nutrition and diet--to me these approaches scream of fads and trends that will eventually prove to be unsustainable for various reasons, or just plain wrong, and that a few years down the line will likely be overturned. I still stand by my mother's philosophy that most things eaten in moderation (including chocolate and ice-cream) are okay for you. I don't plan to eat soy products for breakfast lunch and dinner, but I also don't think that an occasional tofu stir fry is going to make me infertile. Bottom line, as a student immersed in the world of scientific inquiry, I am all too familiar with the limitations of most scientific "randomized trials" and very wary of all those who cherry-pick findings and warp them to suit their championed cause. Just because a study has been peer-reviewed, doesn't mean it can't be misinterpreted and inaccurately yielded by the crazies. So I'm going to eat some tofu. and some bread. and chocolate. and I'm going to try to buy as much of it local, package-less, pesticide-free and farm-animal friendly as I can. and put it in re-usable cloth bags. and then I'm going to try to stop worrying about it all for long enough to enjoy what i'm cooking and make it tasty and pretty. and that's my soy rant for now.
Friday, January 28, 2011
More soup! Fava beans and rosemary get cozy
We're still sick. Thankfully the malaria-like fever, chills and body ache part is over; now it's more just like the worst head cold ever. Fun times. But I'm well enough to potter around the apartment and I've had enough of Amy's soup so I made some of my own. I had mushy leftover giant fava beans that I'd overcooked and were unfit for an other recipe (post on that debacle soon to follow), so I turned them into soup. The laziest soup (if it can even be called that) I've ever made because all I did was mush them a bit more, add some chicken stock 'till it was spoon-able consistency, throw in some rosemary and black pepper, and heat it all up. Drew thought the rosemary flavor was too strong, but I kinda liked it like that. Maybe because my taste buds are currently severely impaired. Either way, it gave me mild comfort to be eating soup that was not out of a $3.89 tin can.
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