Sometimes it’s the simple things

Sometimes it’s the simple things, or at least the simple things done really well, that make a meal.

Like the bread and butter small plate at Savoy in SoHo, NYC. As they claim it:
‘Evan’s dairy farm butter and really good bread, Hudson Valley honey comb.’

We’ve been eating really well while visiting home this week ( ‘well’ meaning fancy and pricey) but holy crap this simple plate paired with a bubbling flute of Prosecco made me do my signature ‘happy food chair dance’.

Clean, simple, high quality components and that nostalgic food memory touch. Perfection.

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How to Braise your Grandpa | Cobweb | Boise Weekly

How to Braise your Grandpa

Posted by Randy King on Thu, Jul 15, 2010 at 10:00 PM

A few years back I was teaching at a culinary school. I was an adjunct instructor for the kitchen lab. They used to hire chefs for a four-week block to teach students new trends and menu items from their restaurant. I was trying to give back to the old school that I attended; I wanted to show the instructors what I had learned since I had been gone.

I did not graduate with a culinary degree. Instead, I received a BA in Philosophy ??? that is why I still cook. So I was hoping to return and show just how far I had come to the instructors whose classes I had either dropped out of or failed.

Another Fine Young Cannibal
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I loved teaching culinary students. It was great to see the diverse group of people learning the great craft of cooking. But I did not feel like I had left my mark. I had no great wisdom to pass on, or so I thought.

Fast forward almost six years and I am at the Flying M downtown waiting for my double-shot mocha and I run into a disheveled looking young man in a chef’s jacket. We begin to chat and we realize that I was his instructor for a short while. I vainly asked him if he remembered anything that I taught him.

???Well?????? he said. ???I remember one thing. You taught us how to cook our families.???

By the look on my face, he knew I was confused. He went on to explain that in a lecture to my kitchen lab, I was trying to explain how to cook different cuts of meat. Fatty chunks, sinewy cuts, young tender cuts, etc. I guess I told them to think about their families and how they would cook them.

Old and grizzled grandpa? Braise him. A lot of connective tissue needs to be broken down to be edible. Plump Aunt with good marbling? Roast her. She will self baste. Young tender brother? Quick saute.

I was trying to tell them all how to analyze a cut of meat and then cook that meat with the proper technique. My lasting moment for a former student was not exactly what I had in mind. No earth-shattering revolutions, no mind-blowing transcendental experiences, no introduction to Platonic forms, not even a quick overview of the categorical imperative from this chef.

???Great. I taught you how to be a cannibal,??? I said.

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Add this to the best headline of the week list. Or the best foodie headline of the year. And now, I am thinking of how to cook different cuts of meat per my family tree. Thanks Randy!

We need Idaho Foodspotters! #dailydistraction

Thanks to Chad Biggs at the office for this link

Just learned about Foodspotting http://www.foodspotting.com/
In a nutshell, sharing the dishes you love, not just the locales.
“Foodspotters earn recognition for sharing foods they love enabling foodseekers to find whatever they’re craving and see what’s good wherever they go.  Foodspotting is a visual local guide that lets you find dishes instead of just restaurants. It’s powered by Foodspotters, who can share their food photos and expertise while building a rich collection of foods and where to find them.”

Really love that you can ‘like’ or ‘approve’ of a particular post and it’s called a ‘Nom’
So, Nom nom nom
I. Want. To. Go. Here.

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A Must Mangia – Basque Market’s Sheepherders Breakfast

Maybe it was the post-party need for a great brunch, or the fabulous sun finally shining, or the general vibe that Boise is a fantastic place to call home. Or – it could have just been that the monthly Sheepherders Breakfast at the??Basque Market??is an awesome deal with great food that made today’s brunch one of my all-time favs.??
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Served family-style, the plethora of food includes Basque potatoes,??egg pipparade, chorizos, sheepherders bread and churros (mmmmm, the??churros were??fantastically fried, gooey, crunchy and sugary delicious)

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And, did I mention, bottomless Basque bloody marys or sangria blanco – all for $15? Best deal in town that also transports you to another locale while sitting comfortably in the midst of Boise’s Basque block.
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Unfortunately, no photo of the best part of the meal – the sheepherders bread. But I’m determined to get my own dutch oven and bake some asap.
Found a few recipes for the bread – including this local one

And SAVE THE DATES for the next??Sheepherders Breakfast??- August 22, September 26, October 24, November 21, December 12
10am-1pm – first come first serve ($10/person, add $5 for bottomless drinks)

Glorious garden day

“Gardening is about enjoying the smell of things growing in the soil,
getting dirty without feeling guilty,
and generally taking the time to soak up a little peace and serenity.”
- Lindley Karsten

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There’s nothing quite like the feel of soil beneath your nails, cupping small seedlings, the soreness in your back and shoulders after a day of working the earth, and the promise of what a garden will (hopefully!) turn into. Did I mention the getting dirty part?

“A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little 
it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.” – Gertrude Stein
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We’re still waiting to harvest the onions and garlic that went in this winter. But joining them now are broccoli, peppers, and a side bed with some new netting to promote climbing of green beans, cucumbers and spaghetti squash. Here’s hoping it helps keep off the rot and bugs that make me squirm.
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And we’re also giving the upside-down tomato planters a go – to free up raised bed space and to grow better toms.

“Despite the gardener’s best intentions, Nature will improvise.”
  - Michael P. Garafalo
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And what grow season would be complete without our mobile herb and lettuce bowls – cilantro (favorite of Kev’s – makes everything from scrambled eggs to soups to steak taste better), basil, arugula and mixed salad. I’ve been dying to plant and utilize arugula more. Love the bite it brings.

We love to eat local – seeking out the local producers at the Co-op, at Freddy’s and especially at the Capital City Market and our bi-monthly Idaho’s Bounty. But there is nothing quite as local, and as fulfilling, as pulling your meal from your backyard.

“Plants give us oxygen for the lungs and for the soul.” 
- Linda Solegato

Coconut Chocolate Chunk Cookies

I’ve made these cookies twice now and they are my new favorite. I found the recipe from Cooking Light in an article called something like “Not All Fats are Bad.” This recipe calls for minimal amount of butter compared to other recipes and there is lots of coconut without making the cookie overwhelming. See the Cooking Light recipe at:

http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&recip…

Make sure to double the batch because everyone will want more than one cookie.
Happy eating.
Robin

Curry – who knew?

Today I experienced a fabulous lunch at Taj Mahal (on 8th Street, upstairs by Piper Pub). Sorry, no photos since I ate it too quickly.

I learned something worthy of sharing. “Curry” is not a spice commonly used in Indian food; rather, it means gravy. The curry gravy we are used to eating at Indian restaurants is not made up of a curry spice but lots of spices like saffron, turmeric, coconut milk and others. Note that there is a curry bush, which leaves are harvested for spices, but – again – not commonly used in making red, green or yellow curry.
Who knew?

French Breakfast Radishes

Apparently, people in France eat radishes for breakfast. Those French, so clever! I was first introduced to French breakfast radishes at a restaurant in Portland a few years ago. They were served with a thick slab of butter and a dish of coarse salt for dipping, and that’s how I eat them today. French breakfast radishes don’t have the bite of regular radishes, and they are long and thinnish as opposed to fat little globes. That makes them perfect for slathering with delicious butter (I like plain old Darigold or Cloverleaf from Buhl) and snacking. They are available right now at the Boise Co-Op for about $1.79/bunch.

By the way, this isn’t a picture of my radishes. Radishes don’t last too long in the Hahn Household. Photo courtesy of blue-kitchen.com.

 - Julie Hahn

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Dreaming of Garlic

I’ve had a hankering for spaghetti. I completed my super-special batch (I was schooled in the making of spaghetti by an ex-boyfriend that spent 10 years living in Milano, Italy) by 10:30 pm last night. I stuck my full pot of goodness outside on the BBQ to cool and sit for the night. I dreamt of garlic, checked the pot at 4 am, and then awoke this morning hungry.
I’m can’t wait to get home and dig into the spaghetti goodness tonight. Remember, rules of spaghetti include:
- balance of salt and balsamic vinegar
- don’t forget red wine
- heat it up, cool down overnight and don’t eat for at least 24 hours after making. It’s like chili, always better the next day

I don’t mind getting messy eating spaghetti and it’s fun teaching kids how to eat it too.

Robin

Celebrating St Patrick’s Eve …

….with homemade corned beef and cabbage, horseradish sauce to knock ya on your keester, and Irish Soda Bread made from a recipe passed down from my great-grandmother Anna Rowland Flynn from County Mayo.

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And served with a Black and Tan of course !

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