Friday, December 24, 2010

T'was The Day Before Christmas...


and in my friend's house I was still in my pjs, planted on the couch.

I do have to get up at some point and go to the store. I'm thinking of making this tomorrow morning. As I've said before, I love breakfast, and it doesn't get much better than Christmas morning breakfast. Then again, I might just head over to Stew Leonard's and pick up some pretzel bagels and sour cherry crepes. mmmm local novelty grocery store.

Anyways, enjoy the holidays and I'll be back in a few days!

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Holiday Favorites #2: Grammie's Coffee Jello


That's right. Coffee. Jello. Or jelly. It's a New England-y recipe and a Sullivan tradition but, in retrospect, I think it was more of a favorite of just my Grammie and me. My father and his siblings were subjected to her 'cooking' growing up and, consequently, all became gourmands (cranberry orange cheesecake with a milano cookie crust, anyone?). However, one thing she did right was coffee jello and it always had a place on our holiday table. One year my Aunt Maura found a packaged mix in Maine that was ok, but the basic recipe is simple enough:

Ingredients:

2 (1/4 ounce) envelopes unflavored gelatin

1/2 cup cold coffee

3 cups hot coffee

1/4 cup sugar

1 pinch salt

Tip: Instant coffee is perfectly fine. I'd suggest that new Starbucks Via. Any flavored coffee would be good too. One year we did French Vanilla.

Directions:

In a large bowl combine gelatin and cold coffee

Allow to sit 10 minutes to soften

Add hot coffee, sugar and salt; stir until the sugar is completely dissolved and mixture is clear.

Pour into individual serving dishes and chill till set.

Top with a generous dollop of whipped cream 

I found this fun twist that incorporates condensed milk. I'm sure Grammie would have loved it.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Holiday Favorites #1: No Trouble for a Trifle

Katie trying to get her Christmas Trifle fix in July...

It seems like every family has a few treasured recipes that always make an appearance during the holidays--if someone dares to buck tradition by replacing, say, Aunt Linda's Pumpkin Cheesecake with Bon Appetite's Dark Chocolate Torte with Gingersnap Crust, oh there will be hell to pay.

Sometimes though, you can really eat only so much of a certain dish. My mother's family was held hostage by Lemon Delight, a 50's throwback dessert that my mom made for Easter one year which was then requested for nearly EVERY family gathering for the next decade. I mean, I like Cool Whip, cream cheese, and lemon pudding as much as the next person, but really guys?

Thankfully, Lemon Delight has gone to a peaceful resting place in the pantry with the rest of my mother's recipes and instead I give you her recipe for Christmas Berry Trifle--a name I just gave it because "that trifle you made last Christmas that Katie likes" doesn't have as much of a ring to it.

She found the original recipe in Parade magazine at least ten years ago and since it was British-sounding (and wasn't Lemon Delight) I was on board. Since then, it's become a family favorite, particularly with my cousin Katie, who now buys anything with the name 'trifle' in it.

Ingredients
1 jar red raspberry jam
1 package vanilla pudding (cook and serve, not instant)
1 ten oz. package frozen red raspberries, thawed

1 ten oz. package frozen strawberries, thawed

3/4 cup dry sherry wine
2 pound cakes (thawed if frozen)
1 c whipped cream (from scratch)
Handful of slivered, toasted almonds


Directions
Cook pudding according to package directions. Cover pudding with waxed paper or plastic wrap to prevent skin from forming. Refrigerate 3 hours.

Drain raspberries and strawberries thoroughly in a sieve, measure 3/4 cup drained liquid and mix with sherry.


Slice both cakes crosswise into 10 pieces each. Sandwich jam in between slices of cake and cut again into fours.

Arrange the pieces of sandwiched pound cake along the bottom of a large glass bowl or trifle dish. Then pour half the sherry mixture over the cake; top with half the raspberries and strawberries, then half the pudding. Repeat the layering and chill for at least 4 hours. Cover with whipped cream and sprinkle with toasted almonds.


Friday, December 17, 2010

Holiday Wish List 2010

Don't worry, it's not a present wish list...although if you'd like to buy your favorite blogger something I wouldn't say no *cough* giftcertificatetoflour *cough*. Instead, this is a wish list of holiday activities I'd like to do this year.

1.) See The Nutcracker

Granted, perhaps for true ballet aficionados Tchaikovsky's Christmas classic is considered mere child's fare, but I don't care. I was obsessed with The Nutcracker when I was little and though I'm much more fond of Swan Lake and Sleeping Beauty in terms of musicality, The Nutcracker captures that childhood feeling of the magic of Christmas, where dreams come true--even if those dreams involve dancing rats and a wooden nutcracker romancing a young girl.

--EDIT--
Ok, so turns out I went to The Nutcracker last night with Katie. It was great and satisfied my holiday/nostalgia sweet tooth. Still....dancing rats and Clara/Nutcracker Prince romance creeped me out.

But, look how pretty!


2.) Go Ice Skating at Frog Pond

It seems like when you're a kid, you go ice skating every winter. Then, suddenly you're a boring adult who can't even remember the last time you laced up. I'd like to change that this year.

3.) 44th Annual Boar's Head and Yule Log Festival at Asylum Hill Congregational Church

Even though my Irish-Catholic Grandmother used to call me her "little heathen grandchild" the holidays bring out the best in organized religion. As such, give me something vaguely medieval with choir music, minor religious overtones and pageantry and I am allll over it. I've never been to this, but I see it advertised in The Hartford Courant every year (and usually most dates are sold out).

4.) The Christmas Revels


Dlo: Is that a lobster?
Me: No, it's a dragon sent to remind us of the true meaning of Christmas.
Dlo: Oh. Right. Cause that makes sense...


Again--medieval roots, pagan/christian mysteriousness, singing in costumes=fun times for Emily.

Bonus! It's set in Derbyshire, England! Home to a certain imaginary English Gentleman I enjoy...

5.) Have Fun On New Year's Eve

New Year's is the holiday I love to hate. There's so much pressure built up around the night that it's nearly impossible not to be let down. Sure, I've had some good ones, but usually the weather is absolutely beyond frigid (damn New England), someone gets into a fight, there's no one there to kiss you at midnight, and then to top it all off you wake up the next morning hungover and poorer than you were the night before.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Six Holiday Favorites

While I wait for my mom to get back to me about these recipes, here's a little list of my favorite holiday-themed things that I wish were available all year 'round....

1.) Trader Joe's Candy Cane Joe-Joe's










My friend Lorene was talking about her obsession
with these a couple weeks ago. I had never tried them before because normally I'm not big on candy canes and the regular Joe-Joe's are essentially boring old Oreos (America's favorite cookie my ass...) But, when I noticed them at my local TJ's last Friday, I decided to buy a box and see what all the fuss was about. It's been four days and that box is almost gone. So. I am now publicly calling Lorene out on the internet:

Thanks a LOT for those extra five pounds, Lorene!

Anyways, as I was saying...These cookies create a chocolate/peppermint party in your mouth that's way better (and less vomit-inducing) than a York peppermint patty. And they go perfectly with a mug of hot chocolate or tea if you're not into 'overloading on chocolate in one sitting', like me. I suppose now I'll have to stock up on them for winter, like some strange Joe-Joe hoarding squirrel.

2.) The red Starbucks cup












Seriously, what marketing exec thought plain white cups were a good idea? That nice, deep, crimson--reminiscent of a fiery, late-October maple leaf--is way more pleasing and eye-catching. Man, I am in the wrong profession...

3.) Friendly's Jubilee Roll












Vani
lla, chocolate, that weird pink ripple going down the middle--Who doesn't like a Jubilee roll! I remember my mom buying this when I was a kid and every day after school I'd come home and cut my self a big, thick slice. Why she bought this for just two people, I don't really know, but I won't question it.

5.) Gingerbread Donuts










First, Dunkin Donuts came out with pumpkin. Now, they have gingerbread. And, unlike actual gingerbread, people aren't disappointed when you show up with some. However, the headline "Gingerbread Everything" is more than slightly reminiscent of this. I'm on to you, DD....

6.) All of The Holiday Episodes of Friends!

They were the best ones anyways because, let's face it: Those flashbacks featuring Courtney Cox in a fat suit are funnier than anything Ross ever said. Ever.
And now, thanks to the magic of the internet, you don't have to watch TBS every evening hoping to catch the one where Joey eats a bunch of turkey and says something stupid. Christmas dreams really do come true!

That's it.



I thought about including those white chocolate oreos, but who really likes white chocolate? Answer: No one.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Christmas Posts Yet To Come...

Sullivan/Winter Christmas Tree Circa 2004

Seeing as we're less than two weeks away from Christmas, I figured I'd do a series of posts on holiday food traditions. You know, those special recipes you break out only once or twice a year. Cause, let's face it: no one's gonna make those German spritz cookies in April. It's just plain wrong. And, it makes Baby Jesus cry. So. Stay tuned for some of my family's holiday favorites, including those damn butter cookies, coffee jello (yes), and the Christmas trifle that my cousin Katie spends all year talking about.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Holiday Market This Weekend!

I've written about the awesomeness of the regular Sowa Open Market, but I've never been to their holiday one. Are you gonna go? I am!

Goodbye New York, Goodbye John Lennon

New York was a bust. My friend is sick, so it looks like I'll be in Boston this weekend. I hadn't realized until yesterday though that I would have been in NYC on the 30th Anniversary of John Lennon's death. He has always been a favorite of mine, as both a solo artist and as a member of the Beatles. But, this isn’t meant to be a pissing contest about which Beatle is the best. I love George, tolerate Macca because of “Maybe I’m Amazed” and well, I don’t mind Ringo. I mean, who doesn’t?


If you weren’t alive during Beatlemania everything you know about the fab four is being fed to you through some kind of filter: friends, parents, the media, etc. In my case it’s through my mother. John Lennon is her favorite. I grew up with a picture of him resting on the bookcase, a fuzzy close-up of his face taken off the tv, a part of an art project of a friend (hey, it was the 80s). You knew who it was—the nose, the glasses, the (then) long hair. Now, looking back, I realize we didn’t have many framed photos around or art on the walls. Maybe it was because after my parent’s divorced every apartment we lived in was simply temporary until my mother finally bought a house for us when I was 11. Still, no matter where we lived, that photo always came with us.


I was pretty anti-Beatles when I was too young to know better. I didn't like the name and didn't even bother listening to the music. It wasn't until my mother rented a VHS tape of the best of the Ed Sullivan Show one evening that I actually saw and heard them for the first time. This was, of course, their famous first U.S. television performance. I was 8 or 9 and just didn't understand the crying girls, the high pitched screams. I did, however, get the music. After that, I was hooked. It was Beatles, Beatles, Beatles on the stereo when I came home from school. But the soundtrack to Imagine, the biopic on Lennon, became a favorite. I loved the mix of both Beatles hits and Lennon solo tracks.


When I was young, the 60s and 70s seemed like a scary and turbulent time to live through. But today’s no different, really. It’s just that no one seems to notice or care. Yoko’s right. We do need John Lennon now more than ever. We need someone who both inspires and challenges us. Nowadays, with people like Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift ruling the charts, it's easy to forget that music can mean something, that it can extend beyond our own teenage longings or failed romances. Say what you will about him, but the only person I can think of that comes even close to igniting that kind of debate is Kanye. Sure, he has an enormous ego, but also the talent to back it up. Likewise, he’s not afraid to speak his mind and take risks, both in his public life and his music. The man has so much power that his remark, "George Bush doesn't care about black people", was ranked as the worst moment of Bush’s presidency. Whether you agree with him or not, we need that kind of honesty. It’s easy to say “Well, he’s just a rapper. Who cares?” But, we live and have been living in a celebrity-driven culture for decades now. So yes, he does matter. They all do. And the more attention, however mindless it may be, we give to people like Kim Kardashian the less time we spend on those who are really trying to say something.


The importance of John Lennon is that we still talk about him—that we remember what he stood for--perhaps even more so than his music. But, it's his music that gives us a reason to listen.



Tuesday, December 7, 2010

What Should I Do In NYC?

Straight up gangstah

...besides buy more silly bandz (obvs). I'm heading there this weekend to spend time with one of my BFFs, Elizabeth. I'm sure she has plenty planned, but I'm curious to hear your suggestions on places to eat, drink, play, and shop.




Monday, December 6, 2010

When Food Dreams Really Do Come True: Nutella Edition


Last week I was reading this article on my girl crush, Christina Hendricks, and her love of fine scotch when she mentioned some dishes her husband likes to prepare. First up: Nutella loaf. I had to read the sentence a couple of times just to make sure my eyes hadn't deceived me (Apparently I sometimes invent foods that don't exist--though I still maintain that macaroni pancakes can be made!) However, after a quick google search I found that yes, such a thing was real and reasonably easy to make. I mean if Joseph Gordon-Levitt's dorky friend in 500 Days of Summer can pull it off, how hard can it be? Right? Right?

Admittedly, this is really more of a butter pound cake with a Nutella swirl, which is slightly more boring than what I had originally imagined: A decadent, chocolatey hazelnut confection. Though I suppose one could simply melt the Nutella, then pour it into a loaf pan and refrigerate until cool...If one were to want such a thing...

Anyways, I found this recipe from Food & Wine magazine.

And here's some Do's and Don'ts they should have included...


Don't worry if the butter and sugar takes a while to cream. You didn't measure wrong. The batter needs those three minutes.


Do be patient when spreading the Nutella layers. It's a little difficult, since Nutella isn't terribly spreadable on top of batter. Go slowly and use small strokes (heh).


Don't bake for more than an hour without checking it, lest you enjoy your loaves a little crispy. The recipe's bake time is listed as 1 hour and 15 mins, but this was around the 1 hour and 8 mins mark and it had already started to burn (and stick to the bottom of the pan)

And lastly...

Do bring it to a holiday party or, for instance, your last Saturday ESL class. Otherwise, be prepared to eat the whole thing yourself.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

How Much Is That Mad Men Dress In The Window?

As Seen At... Cafe Society, Brookline, MA

No, really. How much? I saw this while walking home this evening and tried to get a look at the tag through the window, since the store was closed. I was almost able to make it out by pressing my face up against the glass, but I didn't want to be mistaken as a burglar. That is the last thing I need right now. Anyways, can't you see Peggy wearing something like this? In fact, I think she may have last season. Oh if only I could spend my dollars on vintage clothing instead of food and shelter...oh, and presents :)

On that note, enjoy what will probably be my last non-holiday related post for the next few weeks.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Turkey Dump


Alright, it's taken me a few days to recover from last Thursday, but I'm back! Pictured above is my turkey dinner, courtesy of the Mafucci family of Vito's fame. It was my first Italian Thanksgiving and it did not disappoint. I'm working on getting the recipes for a couple of dishes we had, but you may have to settle for my reinterpretations--nevertheless, everything was delicious and I've definitely been making good use of my Spanx. Thank goodness the holidays are but once a year.

--EDIT--

This photo was taken before I got the mashed potatoes and after I ate a ton of stuffed artichokes, lest you think I was feeling a bit peckish that day...

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Enjoy Your Turkey Day

I'm peace-ing out for a few days, kids. There's turkey to be eaten, friends and family to visit with, and songs to be sung at the first inaugural Black Friday Karaoke Night (more on that later)

In the meantime, here's some photos I took yesterday at the Copley Square Farmers' Market to keep you entertained....

Chili Rainbow

Sugar pumpkins! So cute! So orange!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Sunday Brunchin'


Emily Fun Fact: I love breakfast. It's pretty much my favorite meal, except you eat it so darn early. So really, brunch is my favorite meal. It's the best of everything with an adult beverage sprinkled on top. And, aside from St. Patrick's Day, it's the only time that it's socially acceptable to drink before noon. Brunch is a great time to catch up with friends, rehash the details of last night, or introduce your parents to that nice fellow you woke up with, because magical things happen over eggs, toast, and lunch entrees.

I had a delightful brunch with my friend Bri at Aquitaine in the South End last week, which is a part of the restaurant group that owns Gaslight, a favorite of mine. It was typically packed, as all good things in the South End are, but our waitress rushed over our bloody marys shortly after we were seated, so we weren't too concerned after that. Now, the thing about bloody marys is they have to be GOOD. Otherwise, they suck. What makes a good bloody mary? Just enough horseradish and black pepper to keep it from tasting like V8. This is tricky though, because too much spice can turn unpleasant pretty quickly. The Aquitaine's bloody mary passed the test--enough of a kick to wake you up, but not enough to put hair on your chest. Predictably, I went with the Provencal eggs Benedict, though I was quite tempted to try the Belgian Waffle with lemon zest and vanilla creme. I'll be honest, by the time our food arrived, things were a little hazy from that bloody mary so my judgment by that point might have been a little skewed, but I think everything tasted delicious.


The bad thing about brunch is if, like me, you get buzzed while waiting for your food, Sunday can easily start to feel like Saturday night. It also doesn't help that Aquitaine is in walking distance of Pops, another delicious restaurant/bar in the South End, that just happens to have the best lychee martini EVER. (no exaggeration) In hindsight, I guess we shouldn't have gone there after wards, but unlike Saturday night, one can have a couple drinks at brunch and still go on to have a semi-productive day.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Baked Pumpkin Pudding


Blah. I got sidelined by the flu for most of this week, but now I'm finally feeling better. On Monday, my school is having a Thanksgiving feast for all of our international students, most of whom have never celebrated it before. It should be a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to eating some homemade kimchi that my students promised to make. As for me, I think I'm going to bring pumpkin pudding, which is essentially a pumpkin pie without the crust.

In the epic Cake vs Pie war that continues to rage, I'm not sure which side I fall on...I love cake, but only if the frosting isn't from a can or too sweet. I love pie, but only if the crust is really, really good. Frozen pie crust just won't do. I mean, if I'm gonna eat a bunch of lard, it better be worth the calories and possible blocked arteries. That's why crisps and baked puddings rock: all of the pie goodness, with none of the crusty extras. Enter: Pumpkin Pudding.


I first made this years ago after seeing the recipe in a Superfoods cookbook my mom had. (This will be familiar to some of you as the time I was on "The Bear Diet"--lots of salmon, berries, etc.) Pumpkin is, of course, very high in Vitamin A which helps you see in the dark or something. I don't have the original recipe, but I found
this one on the internet and it works. Just omit the pie crust. You can make a low-fat version by using condensed skim milk, or go in the opposite direction and drizzle caramel sauce on top. I added a tsp of vanilla to mine.

It's pretty similar to the Libby's pumpkin pie recipe and makes excellent use of canned pumpkin, which I'm a big fan of. I'm not one of those purists who insists on making everything from scratch, but if you are, go ahead and waste four hours. That being said, I'm not much of a 30 minute-instant everything-Rachel Ray fan, who apparently makes a bastardized no-bake version of this with the addition of instant pudding. So if you want to be gross, then by all means, check that out.



Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Best Ever Chocolate Mousse

Chocolate on its way to becoming moussed

Normally, I try to remain relatively modest about my culinary skills. I'm a pretty decent baker and a more than capable home cook, but modesty will do me no favors when describing how unbelievably delicious my chocolate mousse is. Yeah, I said it: Unbelievably. Sinfully. Delicious. Suck on that, Nigella Lawson. (Just kidding. You're pretty and I love you). As I've mentioned before, I took a French cooking class last week and though we didn't have time to make chocolate mousse, our teacher was kind enough to give us the recipe--and now I'm kind enough to give it to you. This ain't for the faint-hearted though: we're talking lots of dark chocolate and even more raw eggs. But, for those who aren't pregnant and brave enough to give it a go, the reward is more than worth the risk.

Chocolate Mousse

Ingredients
6 eggs
7 oz dark chocolate ( use 2-3 oz more if using a Kitchen Aid mixer)

1 stick butter

1 tbs strong coffee (optional)


Melt chocolate and coffee together and let cool. Then, slowly mix in egg yolks. Add melted butter. Beat egg whites until stiff with a pinch of salt and gradually add chocolate into egg whites, mixing outside into the center. This is the tricky part. You want the egg whites to retain their peaks, as this gives the mousse its' nice, fluffy texture. Mix too much and it will get gluey. Pour into bowl and refrigerate for several hours.

Serves 6

Right after I snapped this, I dropped my camera in it. Don't do that, unless you like camera.

I didn't add the coffee, because I didn't have any. But coffee is a nice accompaniment to chocolate because it brings out, or brightens, the flavor. Or, at least that's what Ina Garten says. I imagine one could substitute all sorts of yummy liquors for the coffee as well. For me, I stuck with plain, old Trader Joe's Pound Plus dark chocolate from Belgium. It's a great chocolate to use for cooking or baking at a reasonable price.


Now that I have shared this with you, go forth and whip some egg whites!

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Why I Love Mr. Darcy: A Polite Rant

"Oh hey. I was just taking a swim in my own private lake..."

Ah, Pride and Prejudice. I first read it at 19 while going through some kind of relationship drama, and ever since then it has become the literary equivalent of comfort food for me. When life gets me down because dudes are acting like shitheads, it gives me hope that there’s a Mr. Darcy out there for me. Sure, I wouldn't mind a guy with a country seat in Derbyshire, but my attraction stems mainly from his character. Darcy is the embodiment of the phrase “Still waters run deep”. Oh, how they do.

But, what has always made him endearing to me is the transformation he undergoes. Yeah, he's a rich, snobby jerk in the beginning, but he changes because of his love for Lizzie. To quote Jack Nicholson's character, Melvin Udall, in As Good As It Gets: “You make me want to be a better man.” When I watched this movie with my mother, I didn't understand why this line made her cry--because I was only 13 at the time. But now, boy do I get it.

Rather than that well-worn notion of women wanting to tame “the bad boy” I think what we really want is a man who is willing to work for us. The truth is, most dudes don’t have to do a whole lot to get a nice girl, but they should have to do something.

One can see this scenario played out in the beginning of Lizzie and Darcy's relationship. He's used to acting however he wants and still getting the ladies, but she doesn’t take his crap and actually makes light of his behavior.

For example, when Darcy and Lizzie dance for the first time, Lizzie breaks Darcy's awkward silence: "It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples."

You know Darcy would have just let the whole dance continue in silence. She’s the only person who calls him on his bullshit and it works! Through the course of the novel, Darcy eventually owns up to his faults and strives to change them, all for the woman he loves.

As he says:

I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle [...] I was spoiled by my parents, who [...] allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing, to care for none beyond my own family circle, to think meanly of all the rest of the world, to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared to my own. Such I was, from eight to eight-and-twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth [...] you taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. [...] You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.

I love that line: a woman worthy of being pleased. *sigh*

So, Darcy fucks up. Big time. But, he doesn’t give up. And, after Lizzie rejects him, rather than completely dismissing her criticisms of his behavior he ACTUALLY LISTENS TO HER. How novel!

He does what ever it takes to win her affection and surmounts numerous obstacles to ensure that they can have a life together. Dude puts in a little effort when things get tough. Lizzie isn’t the richest or the prettiest woman—but she is the smartest and she speaks her mind.

Of course, JA would write a female protagonist who's smart, sassy, and still manages to bag The Most Eligible Bachelor in England. Though she herself died unmarried, she is quoted as saying "I never found anyone worth giving up flirting for." Perhaps that's the lesson to take away from all of this. After all, even Mr. Darcy wasn't "Mr. Darcy" enough at first, but see what can happen if you wait just a few more chapters?


End Rant.


P.S. Colin Firth is hot.


Korean Kimchi

Rainy day got you down? Head over to Super 88!

I've written before about the many perks that come from being an ESL instructor, and while homemade sushi is certainly high on that list, what I truly enjoy is learning about my students' different cultures--especially when it involves food. As part of a recent assignment, I asked them to think of a food that was particularly popular in their home country and then examine whether or not that popularity extended to other countries as well as the reasons why/why not. A Korean student mentioned kimchi, a fermented cabbage dish, and how it has become very popular in other Asian countries. "I think it is too spicy for Americans though," he said. I noted that kimchi, and Korean food in general, has been getting more attention in the press lately, but that it definitely isn't as widely known or consumed here the way Chinese food is.

Table for one, please.

I've been wanting to try kimchi for a while and our discussion pr
ompted me to head over to Super 88 in Packard's Corner and try some. I could write a whole post just on the magic that is the Super 88, but in short it's an Asian grocery store with a pretty great food court. There's about six different restaurants offering everything from Indian, to Korean BBQ, to Chinese Dim Sum all at a cheap price. It's not really the place to bring a date, but makes a great stop for lunch or take out if you're in the area.

Um, I don't think this is enough food...

I ordered the tofu kimchi from Misono Wok, a family-op
erated Korean place. They made it to order and while I waited I grabbed a Thai iced tea from Lollipop, a bubble tea and smoothie bar. It was my first time trying bubble tea, which gets its name from the inclusion of little balls of chewy tapioca that can also be a bit of a choking hazard, especially once you get down to the last dregs of your drink. But, I lived to tell the tale and eat my lunch. For around $8 I got a huge amount of tofu kimchi served with rice and topped with a fried egg. My student was right, it was definitely spicy--more than I was expecting--and I was glad to have my drink to cool down. But mark my words, Super 88. I will be back.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

French Cooking En Brookline: Part Deux

I took my second and final French cooking class this week, where we made more classic dishes: the eternally popular Boeuf Bourguignon, the tres traditional French ham and walnut loaf , and Creme Brulee for dessert. Apparently savory loaves are quite popular in France and despite the rather unorthodox-sounding combination of ham and walnuts, it was actually very tasty. The basic recipe itself works with a variety of fillings and can easily be adapted for a sweet loaf by substituting the salt and pepper for sugar and the oil for butter.

Walnut and Ham Loaf

3 eggs
150g of flour
2 tsp baking powder
2 tsp baking soda
less than 1/4 C of oil
1/2 C milk
100g shredded Swiss cheese
200g diced ham
75g walnuts
S&P

Preheat oven to 350F.
Whisk together flour, baking soda, baking powder, eggs, salt and pepper.
Heat oil and milk in a saucepan until warm (do NOT simmer) and incorporate liquid little by little to the flour and egg mixture. Mix well and add cheese. Then, add ham and walnuts.
Pour into a floured and greased loaf pan and bake for 45-50 minutes. Let cool before removing from the pan.

The baked loaf had a nice airy texture similar to a souffle--not at all what I was expecting--and can be served with a simple green salad.


Our teacher also gave us her recipe for chocolate mousse, which I plan on making later in the week.

All in all, I've loved this experience. I was telling my mother about my last cooking class and she said:"It's always good to learn new things and to keep improving yourself." At the time I took this as a typical Mom-ism, but she's right. I've learned a lot about what I enjoy doing, even after just two classes. I find cooking and talking about food to be very satisfying and I've also renewed my interest in learning French. Sometimes that's all it takes to change your life.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Zaftig's: Keeping the Balance in Brookline


Living in Brookline and eating at Zaftig's is kind of a no brainer--like trying gumbo in New Orleans or seeing Nirvana in Seattle in 1992: it's gonna be good because the locals won't tolerate anything else.

Likewise, Brookline's large Jewish population means one can't open a deli unless they mean business and at Zaftig's they do just that. So when my father came to visit me last Saturday, I suggested we head over to Coolidge Corner and grab a knish and kvetch. (Just kidding. I'm only this cheesy in print).

Anyways, Zaftig's embodies everything I like about Jewish delis (latkes, smoked salmon, no-frills) as well as a few things I don't (ridiculously long wait times on the weekends). I knew that we wouldn't be seated right away, but the line was still out the door even at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. We were told it would be about a 30 minute wait, so we headed over to Peet's for coffee since my dad needs to re-fuel every couple of hours. By the time we returned, our table was ready.

A certain someone could barely keep their hand out of my shot

After munching on some complimentary bagel chips and looking through the massive menu, we decided to split an order of the potato latkes to start. They were pretty traditional--and that's a good thing, because what would we do without tradition? Eh?

But, for those looking for more modern eats Zaftig's has plenty of twists. My father's chicken pot pie was topped with a massive square of puff pastry, while my cheese blintzes were adorned with an array of fresh fruit. Other not-so-traditional menu items include the chocolate brioche french toast that I almost ordered, as well as the sundried tomato, goat cheese, and chive omelette I had during my first visit to Zaftig's oh so long ago.

It may not look like your Grandma's pot pie, but it tasted just as good.

There's something to be said for successfully meeting (and succeeding) peoples' expectations when it comes to traditional comfort food, while still managing to surprising them.

All in all we both left satisfied and stuffed, just as I expected.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

How Was YOUR Halloween Weekend?

Bonnie and Miss Havisham

I, for one, am exhausted. I enjoyed the musical stylings of faux Morrissey at
The Pill on Friday, had lunch at Zaftig's yesterday (write-up to follow), and partied it up Miss Havisham-style last night. As much fun as Halloween is, I'm kinda glad it's over because, as I said to my roommate earlier today: "I can't take much more of this. I won't make it!" Ah, the joys of getting older.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Postcard From (Not) France: French Cooking En Brookline

Last night I took my first ever cooking class: French Cooking en Francaise. It was held through Brookline's Adult and Community Education program, for which I get a credit courtesy of my AWEsome ESL teaching skills. I had no idea what to expect. I'm a pretty experienced home cook and fairly knowledgeable about food in general, but figured I could stand to learn a few things from some professionals. And despite the disappointment I experienced several months ago over not being able to move to Paris, I don't harbor any resentment towards France.

In fact, I fear my well-documented Anglophilia may be fading in favor of the Gauls. Great. Another European country I can't move to with the added bonus of a language I can't really speak. C'est merde.

The two women who taught the class were fabulous though and gave directions in both French and English, for my benefit. I learned that, while my listening skills aren't too bad, overall I've retained very little from my brief French study sessions over the summer, but I will say that last night inspired me to resume my studies and perhaps take French lessons over the winter.




We made three classic French dishes: Soupe a L'Onion, Gratin Dauphinois, and Madeleines. It was nice to work with two experienced cooks and learn the little tips and tricks they've picked up--especially when they differed :) One woman swore by mixing a bit of chicken broth with beef broth for the soup, while the other insisted on altering between layers of pommes de terre and creme for the gratin. Everything was delicious of course and I've included the recipe for Madeleines because I'm just so darn nice.

I will say that we used two different pans: one was the tradition metal Madeline pan, while the other was a silicone non-stick mold. Granted, the silicone is easier to use and clean, but the Madeleines came out different--more dense and puffy rather than light and crispy. I for one, plan on buying a metal pan.

Madeleines


Prep time: 15 mins

Bake time: 8 mins
Ingredients (makes 24)
1 stick and 2 tbsp. melted butter

a pinch of salt
3 eggs 3/4 C sugar
1 tbsp honey
1 1/4 C sifted flour

1 tbsp baking soda

1 tbsp baking powder

zest of 1 lemon

Preheat oven to 380F


In a bowl beat eggs, sugar, honey and salt for 2 minutes. In a separate bowl mix flour and baking powder. Add to egg mixture little by little being careful not to over mix. Then add melted butter and lemon zest.

Refrigerate batter overnight or for a few hours if you are in a hurry.


Butter and flour the metal pans and
pour the batter into the molds being careful not to fill them all the way to the top as they will rise when baked.



Put in the oven for 8 mins and voila!



Let cool for ab
out 1 min, then remove and let rest on a wire rack. Serve plain with coffee, tea, or dipped in melted chocolate. I think it goes without saying which version I prefer. Store left overs in an airtight Tupperware container. They will last about 1 or 2 days.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Bargain Costuming in Boston


Like most of you, I have several Halloween parties to go to over the next few days which call for two separate costumes. The first costume is for my school's Halloween party tomorrow and wherever the heck I end up on Friday night. Since I needed to get two costumes, I decided to go low budget for the first one and just use something I already own. I keep seeing this listed as a great way to save money on blogs and such. And while it's sure better than shilling out 50 bucks for a polyester Alice in Wonderland get up, not everyone can 'shop their closet' for Halloween costumes and I don't even want to imagine what it says about me that I can. Anyways, I have this adorable 60s suit that I bought on sale last spring and haven't worn yet:


I figure I'll just call myself Megan and go as Don Draper's fiancee (a step up from last year when I went as "Don Draper's new secretary").

However, I am going to an actual grown up costume party o
n Saturday with my cousins and the theme is "Insane". I know, right? It took me a little while to come up with an idea but who embodies insanity better than Miss Havisham, from Charles Dickens' classic Great Expectations? For those of you too lazy to google, here's a recap: Miss Havisham was left at the alter by a con artist who broke her heart. She then had all the clocks in her mansion stopped at that exact moment (20 minutes to 9) never took off her wedding dress, and somehow raised a little girl (Estella) into an icy maneater. It don't get more dramatic than that. And! Apparently Dickens based Miss Havisham after a real woman. As they say, the truth is usually stranger than fiction.



So, for this outfit I needed to find and old-fashioned white wedding-ish dress and some accessories. I was prepared to have to bleach an old prom dress white as wedding dresses tend to be big bucks even in secondhand shops. But, lo and behold I found the perfect dress for the perfect price: $12! I threw in some lacy fingerless gloves for $6 and a veil for $2.50 and voila! A costume for $20. On the day of I figure I'll put some white flour in my hair and do some gothy-makeup but for now here's a little preview:

"Well, you can break his heart."

Sunday, October 24, 2010

17 Hours in Portland

"I'd like the Grabmeat Benedict, please."

The Tom Kha soup didn't work as well as I'd hoped so I spent most of Friday in bed. But Saturday I rallied and took a bus up North to Portland, ME to visit my friend Elizabeth. Portland is fast becoming one of my favorite cities. It's fun, it's cheap, and there's plenty of young men dressed like lumberjacks to keep a gal like me entertained. We hit up a few bars downtown including Dewey's and good ol' Amigos, 'cause nothing says "Saturday night in Portland" like a pitcher of PBR and closing time at the latter.

The next morning we woke up feeling...well, just about how you'd expect to feel after a pitcher of PBR so naturally we needed to brunch it up. Bon Appetit says that Portland is known for its' diners, and obviously if it's in Bon Appetit it must be true. So, we headed to the Miss Portland diner, which is housed in an old train car, just like all good diners should be. I got the Crabmeat Eggs Benedict (not to be confused with Grabmeat) since it seemed appropriately "Maine-y". I always get the Hollandaise on the side, even though 9 times out of ten I end up using all of it anyways. Still, I like to be in control of my sauces.

It was quite a nice Benedict--perfectly poached eggs, flavorful Hollandaise, crispy homefries-- though not the best I've ever had (that distinction is saved for Katy's in Carmel, CA), but still a nice way to cap off a quick jaunt to Portland.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Tom Kha Soup, sort of...


I'm pretty sure there's nothing worse than being sick and having no one to care for you. Ok....maybe nuclear Armageddon is worse or a Sarah Palin Presidency. But, besides those two things, nothing. Oh, and Pauly D's hair. What is UP with that? Seriously...what was I talking about? Oh yeah. Being sick and alone. I am both and it sucks. There's no one to make me soup or go to the Thai place on Mass Ave and buy me soup, since that's what I really want right now: Tom Kha soup or Coconut Ginger soup. It cures what ails ya, as an old man in an old timey movie about the West might say. No, really! If you have a cold, go to your nearest Thai restaurant and get the Tom Kha soup. I don't know if it's the coconut milk or the Thai ginger known as galangal, but sip a bowl of that and the next day you feel a lot better--at least, that's what I'm counting on as I prepare a canned version from Thai Kitchen. I'm adding some rice noodles and tofu to the mixture, but I'm keeping my expectations low....

You know what? This isn't half bad! Not as good as homemade, but a decent substitute. Shit is HOT though and watch out for those hunks of ginger. Alright. I'm off to sip this and watch Up In The Air. Nothing like old man Clooney and a hot bowl of soup to make you forget about your troubles, if only for a couple hours...

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Weekend Update

Thank God for Trader Joe's Pasta Medleys

Ok, I didn't do anything food-related this weekend. Sorry guys. I did go to Ikea though and then spent about six hours building a bookcase today. Note: You think that furniture is hard to assemble? Try doing it hungover and on four hours of sleep. I'm lucky I didn't build the thing backwards...Anyways, I have some fun things coming up that don't involve booze, sleep-deprivation, and people I went to high school with. Stay tuned!