You Should Go to Chinatown

You should find a large table at a comparatively small restaurant.

You’ve happened upon Fuleen Seafood? Excellent, you’ll love it.

You should bring some alcohol.

You’ve rolled with a 1:1, bottle per person, ratio? I applaud the decision.

Image 8The menu? Seems expansive?

You should order everything.

Image Image 5 Image 6 Image 7You should absolutely plan on making new friends.

They’ll range in sort and story — one will have a lot to say [she will also help herself to a lot to drink...].

Image 1And one will be slightly less of a chatter box…not to worry, he brings his own special something to the experience [namely, his arms and legs].

Image 4You should plan on making a mess…lettuce wraps prove difficult when sober [and, at this moment, "sober" no longer applies to you] and whatever that heavenly sauce is that’s coating your peking duck…well, it’s alarmingly sticky.

Image 2You should also go around the table and play the “in bed” game with each of your fortune cookies.

Image 3Unless you don’t know what that game is…or if you are either of my parents [because...oh gawd...awkward].

Linguine with White Wine and Mussels

Just didn’t have a creative title in me today [wtf you don't think any of my titles are creative? not even one? c'mon! ONE!?]

You see it has been a week. Maybe even two weeks. It’s all blurring a bit now. So as I sit/lay/lounge on my couch, warding off sleep with blocks of chocolate and spoonfuls of almond butter…all I can think about is this pasta.

Image 10I don’t even like pasta [please...love me anyways] and a bit of dribble escapes the corner of my mouth when I consider the white wine mingling with the mussels and cozying right up to that overly indulgent amount of garlic.

It’s been made more than a few times by more than a few family members with more than a few seafood combinations.

Mom doesn’t really do mussels [I won't hold it against her. I won't hold it against her. I WON'T hold it against her], so shrimp and scallops has become her move.

I don’t really do $22.00/lb price tags, so the scallops stay at the market and the mussels come on along home.

Ally lives in Boston and has become a bit of a shellfish herself and marries off some lovely clams with her dashing mussels.

Basically…shellfish. Whichever you like. However many you like.

Go on, already…get them! What? I’m not getting off this couch.

*Ahem…sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. Can we get back to happier times? Please?

Times where we chopped 3 shallots and 5 cloves of garlic.

Image 2Times where we mixed them with some olive oil and sautéed them on medium-low until our tears from chopping dried.

Remember how we added a cup of white wine…and drank the rest of the bottle as we watched it reduce by half?

Image 5That was fun.

We did the same thing with a cup of vegetable broth, yep, sure did.

Wait! Ew…don’t…well, don’t drink the leftover broth! Just the wine!

Oh shit…red pepper flakes…they definitely got tossed in at some point…

Now seems like a good time. Be generous.

Ah yes, we also cooked some linguine alongside, all the while [you didn't forget...did you?].

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We rinsed our mussels, snapped a few more blurry iPhone photos, and added the whole pound to the pan sauce. We plopped on the lid, sat down, and let them steam for 5 minutes.

Image 1And then, just when we thought we couldn’t wait any longer, those little devils gave us just what we had been asking for…

Kisses of steam and wafts of garlic.

Image 7We basked in it. Oh yes, we did. We even went so far as to do that terribly awkward thing…y’know…where you wave the steam into your face, close your eyes, and purr in delight.

And then…then we glanced over our shoulders, made sure everyone was thoroughly occupied with their own bottles glasses of wine, and chucked in a half stick of butter.

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Perhaps guiltily [but most likely not] we returned the lid to the pot and let it melt for a moment.

Then we whisked it all together, dumped it in a big bowl, threw in a few crostini [tell me you didn't forget to make the bread while I was typing this...], and used the same photo at the end of our post as we did at the start.

Image 10Don’t even start with me on that one.

A Perfect Roast Beast

Maybe you’re going out tomorrow.

Maybe you aren’t.

Maybe you’re staying in, with all your favorite peoples, huddling around your favorite feast.

If so, make this.

If not, make this…some other time.

Image 43Standing Rib Roast [prime rib].

That wasn’t really a sentence, but what other words matter when you’ve got pounds and pounds of red meat caked in cracked black pepper and kosher salt?

Nothing, really.

Image 28First, procure a standing rib. For six of us [plus one dog] we ordered 5 bones and all had to be rolled out of the dining room, groaning in delight.

Now do your friend a favor, and lay him gently on his back.

Image 24Empty your spice rack of any and all kosher salt and cracked black pepper.

Empty?

No?

Keep going, then.

Image 25

Image 27I don’t want to say my mouth is watering…because it’s a slab of raw meat oozing an odd combination of meat juice and seasoning all over the counter…but…well…it is and I need you to say I’m not alone! [say it!].

Image 33Cart the fella out to the grilling station [it's your station, you say? aren't you a talented little thing].

It’s a bit of a sordid affair, what with meat juice and stray bits of salt and better dripping everywhere, but you haven’t showered and you’ve got friends on the way, so get to it.

Image 34He’ll need 15-20 minutes per pound if your heat is around 325-350, or until it reaches an internal temperature of 125 degrees [what a perfect occasion to buy a meat thermometer].

And then, when it couldn’t smell any better and you couldn’t be any hungrier…bring it in…

Image 39…pop a piece or two of the crust into your mouth before anyone notices, and throw a few sheets of foil over it, letting it rest for 20-30 minutes or so for a medium rare center.

In the meantime, uncork your favorite bottles of wine, set the table, and nearly die from anticipation.

Image 40and then it’s time! Scurry over to the table, plate in hand, tuck in your bib [or don't], and enjoy.

Image 46How impressed are your guests?

A lot.

Like, a lot, lot.

A Merry Little Christmas

Wishing all the best, from me and mine, to you and yours.

Image 6Warm fires after cold walks,

Image 3 Butter and sugar, in their best, bite-sized forms,

Image 7Image 18Cut with sips of your favorite wine,

Image 23Image 41Twinkling lights,

Image 21Image 22Flickering candles,

Image 20And a dining room table [with a fancy feast], seating those you love.

Image 31Image 45Image 44Christmas Eve is a quiet affair around here. Just us, the scrabble board, and a few hours spent drifting between our favorite stories and their subsequent belly laughs.

“I have come,” said a deep voice behind them. They turned and saw the Lion himself, so bright and real and strong that everything else began at once to look pale and shadowy compared with him.” 
— C.S. Lewis

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Chili Crab

Image 96 years ago, for my younger sister’s 15th birthday, my dad drug her along to Singapore for a little getaway [because, really, the youngest deserves abnormal grandeur].

They came back with many stories–sunrise over the fish market, afternoons at the temples, moments of silence at high tea–but their favorite, the one they always return to, is all about chili crab.

Sweating [I reiterate: sweating] in dingy, open-air markets under the oppressive Singapore heat, elbows deep in the spiciest, most delicious chili-soaked crab they’d ever found.

You have to make it…they begged my mother.

Please…do better…they admonished after each try.

More ginger. More spice. More this, more I don’t know, maybe some of that?

It was a trying experience. And while we prefer to enjoy ours indoors, feet resting on the cool, kitchen tiles with cold beers in hand…the recipe is there, ready to share.

Image 13Care to join?

You’ll need:

-2 tablespoons oil

-2 tablespoons soy sauce

-5 tablespoons garlic-flavored chili sauce [*find a good one! we use Lee Kum Kee]

-1 cup ketchup

-2 eggs beaten [warmed to room temperature]

-3/4 tablespoons tapioca flour

-4 stalks green onion

-1 cup water

-all the fresh garlic hiding in your fridge [or...~5 cloves]

-1 inch fresh ginger, chopped

-liberal amounts of siracha [1/4-1/3 cup]

-CRAB –> tradition calls for dungeness crab…which, in turn, calls for heavily furrowed brows, violent cursing under one’s breath, and a hefty amount of work for relatively little meat…so we’ve moved on to snow crabten pounds of it for 6 people and not one morsel lived through the night.

Image 14The sauce…well, the sauce is key. Fail here and you might as well sell off your wok, hurl your fresh [perhaps previously frozen] crab legs at your neighbors’ front door, and order a pizza.

But we aren’t there yet, so in that large wok [or heavy-bottomed pan] add oil and fry the ginger until fragrant. Add garlic, cooking until crisp. Then, the soy sauce joins the mix.

Now wait a second, I know we’ve been tossing around ingredients like mad scientists, but these all need a minute to get properly introduced.

Alright, that’s long enough, spoon in the garlic-chili paste, ketchup, siracha, and half the water.

Let the crab join in and cook, covered, until pink.

Uncover.

Remove the crab–keep it warm somewhere [you lucky little minx, there's an oven nearabouts your stove, isn't there?].

Add the rest of the water, flour, and eggs–TEMPER the eggs first [which means...whisk them and dash in some of the hot sauce to raise their temperature before adding them to the sauce...otherwise there'll be awkward deposits of scrambled egg strewn about, and well, gross].

Stir until sauce thickens. Pour over crab [that has, undoubtedly, been arranged on your favorite silver platter] and serve with a bread basket, bibs, and more than a few rolls of paper towels.

Image 10This is a two-hands, shockingly messy meal. Nothing is safe. Your hands, most assuredly, are not. But don’t go taking your clean hair or even the opposite wall of the kitchen for granted.

Image 11Image 17The result? Even the little Singaporean herself was happy.

Image 12Messy, but happy.

Parea, NYC

Those Friday night dinner plans I told you about?

They did anything but disappoint.

In fact, even after two hours, I was slow to leave the table. Dimmed lights, music playing somewhere in the distant background, and the murmurs of other diners hanging in the air — ‘spellbinding’ feels appropriate.

So come in (please!), let’s talk about Parea Bistro. Parea is a traditional Greek restaurant nestled between the quiet side streets of Gramercy. It has a great store-front, one I was so sure I’d remember to photograph…except then we arrived and the herb pita was beckoning from across the way, so off I went for the doors without snapping a single shot!

Stop making that face, I’ll do better next time, I promise.

I adored the wine list; choosing wasn’t a moment I looked forward to. But, alas, the time came and “two glasses of the Henri Meurgey Pinot Noir” slipped seamlessly off my tongue. And I’m glad it did — it was a good glass of wine. An ever-so-slightly sweet edge was perfect for lingering over.

This, on the other hand, withstood hardly any lingering at all. Htipiti.

…or for the english speakers (like myself and my date): feta-jalapeno dip with warm, garlic-coated pita points. I’m clueless as to why it’s orange seeing as how neither feta nor jalapeños are, but that’s how it came and delicious is how it tasted so no questions were asked. We both remarked how similar it seemed to a good pimento cheese throughout…which will either appeal or repulse you, so react and order (or don’t?) accordingly.

And just when I thought my happiness had peaked — basking in the warm glow of my wine and cheese, dinner arrived. It was a fun menu to peruse and any restaurant openly touting the purchasing of only grass fed beef and lamb and wild fish gets a nod of respect from my direction. I ordered a most perfect piece of salmon: grilled, wild (the importance of which I detailed here) and swimming in balsamic reduction. Not a morsel was spared.

My date entered a comparable food-trance at the arrival of a sizeable lump crab burger, but I somehow managed to snag a bite (or two…or three…) and have only the highest praises to offer!

Parea is a must visit, I’m already plotting my return.

If you find yourself nearby, pop in!

If you find yourself far away…make the trip? It’s really not that hard…

 

I’ve Got A Secret

I do, indeed.

You see, I had a hunch my first week here in New York would be a hodgepodge of craziness. I admit its only Tuesday, but thus far I’m spot on (and loving it). So last week when I was home, in the beautiful expanse of my mother’s kitchen, I documented one of my favorite recipes but didn’t post it.

Instead, I folded it up into teensy, tiny squares and hid it in the sacred hiding place of all women (my hair, duh). I dreamed of when I’d bring it out, what grey afternoon with piles of reading would prompt its emergence…

That day is today.

Let’s eat.

Spicy shredded pork for what is now a staple family event, “burrito-bowl-night”.

I feel required to warn you…I love “spicy”. It’s a bit of a requirement, really. I don’t want “kick” or “tang” or “flavor”. I want my whole face to hurt, my nose to run, my eyes to sting, maybe even my lips to start going numb…that’s my spicy.

That’s the kind of spicy jammed into the beautiful chipotle pepper sauce you’ll find in your pan at the end of this recipe. If that’s not for you, please don’t fret. It’s not for my mother either (despite many valiant efforts) and it’s incredibly easy to just spoon the sauce into a serving dish for those with a penchant for burning their faces off.

Disclaimer accomplished, we can really begin.

At your earliest convenience, procure one of these for yourself.

A pork butt. Not one sexy thing about it…unless you think delicious is sexy…in which case, this quickly becomes a rather strapping young gentleman.

Line up your little soldiers,

without forgetting this guy (as I initially did).

He’s completely indispensable to this operation.

You want to coat every part of your pork. This is a thick piece of meat (please…no dirty-jokes) and there needs to be enough seasoning for all of it, not just the crust.

A few moments and many sticky fingers later, he’ll look something like this.

(My mouth is already watering and we’re still in the raw-meat phase…the anticipation is overwhelming)

As you’re scrubbing the many layers of chili powder off those dainty fingers, let a good amount of oil warm in your best heavy-bottomed pan. When you’re sure it’s hot, add the pork.

If you don’t hear that unparalleled hunger-inspiring “sizzle”…it wasn’t quite warm enough and you should grab your meat and wait a bit longer.

Sear each side for about two minutes, or until a brown and crispy outside has formed.

Next we join two diced chipotle peppers (those in adobo sauce are a particular favorite) and one whole can of Hot Ro-Tel Tomatoes to our pan to cook with the pork.

Add roughly 1/2 cup of water to the mix. Lower the heat so it’s just simmering. Leave a lid ever-so-slightly cracked on top, and please walk away.

In an hour you’re welcome to return… only to check if there is still enough water/liquid in the pan. If not, add more. If there is, you are once more banished from the kitchen. The spices need to fall in love and marry our pork and I promise you’ll be grateful if you let them.

4 hours later, when your entire kitchen (and probably your neighbors’) smells like every kind of wonderful you’ve ever imagined, come back.

Slowly pull back the lid, savoring every delicious wafting scent, and feast your eyes on this,

You’ll want to lift your pork immediately to a big cutting board for shredding. To shred you simply take two forks and pull the meat in opposite directions. When it’s cooked this long with this much juice, its tender enough to fall apart on its own. You’re simply in the business of providing a helping hand or two.

This is important. Taste the sauce, a pinky-finger dip will do. If it’s anything and everything you’ve ever wanted…return the meat to the sauce to stay warm.

If not, keep them separate! The meat will still have incredible flavor, it just won’t kill off half your taste buds.

Now it’s time for the fixins’.

Shred some lettuce, grab your favorite salsa, cut up an avocado or two, boil some corn, maybe add a bag of shredded mexican cheese if that’s your thing. It’s your dinner! The only rule I’ll impose here is that you don’t forget the sour cream (I use greek yogurt as a replacement) because something cool and refreshing on top goes a great distance in “making the dish”.

My favorite side is sautéed peppers and onion. So we cut up one green and one red bell pepper along with one whole vidalia onion and cooked until soft.

And then it’s just an assembly line!

Here’s what I created (and immediately destroyed),

and that of my mother (who had the incredible 6-minute long patience for the boiling corn),

Its spicy and savory and quite possibly everything my mouth has ever watered for.

The meat is so soft and juicy… and honestly, completely addicting. My younger sister and I are both guilty of polishing off the leftovers for breakfast and lunch the next day…I can only hope you do the same!

Super Simple Salmon

If you thought my last recipe was simple… you are in for a treat today.

This is simpler.

The key to grilling perfect salmon is to first start with perfect salmon, i.e. a glistening hunk of Wild Sockeye Salmon. It’s the only way to get that beautiful color or taste that perfect, ohsoflaky bite.

Bonus? It’s.so.much.better.for.you.

Farm raised salmon has more dioxins and chemicals than wild…except “more” is playing it a bit coy, really. It’s not just moderately higher in farmed, it’s 11 times higher. Why? Because farm-raised salmon are grown in densely packed pens and fed “fish meal”, where the majority of chemicals (like PCB) originate. Wild salmon, however, go on eating the same business they’ve always eaten, making them the naturally superior choice. Some studies even show that wild salmon has noticeably higher levels of those omega 3 fatty acids we’re all scrambling to constantly catch up on.

Sockeye isn’t the only wild salmon breed so don’t fret if you don’t see it! Look as well for chum, coho, chinooks and pinks (pinks are mostly for canning) and avoid Atlantic Salmon. “Atlantic” is just another word for “farmed” in this case. Want more info? Read here, here, or here.

And now that we’re properly educated… on to the eating portion of this post! Upon garnering one of these for your lovely self,

begin coating it with as much freshly chopped garlic as you fancy. This family loves their garlic, so ours looked as follows.

Promptly wash those fishy hands and grab your closest bag of brown sugar.

Then, we layer!

Don’t be afraid to pack it on. The majority melts and drizzles right off, leaving you with a most delicate and crunchy glaze.

I forgot to mention this… (apologies) but a couple of hours ago you should have started soaking your ceder-planks. You can find them at Home Depot for cheap or William Sonoma for considerably more; grab just enough to rest your fish on over your grill.

Once your coals are stoked and ready (ready = super hot in this case), place your wood and fish right on the grill!

Then you’ll close the lid (with the air-holes ever-so-slightly cracked) and let the fish smoke for a bit. The humidity from the wood keeps the fish tender and moist while the heat allows the sugar to caramelize and glaze the top with the garlic.

Ours was a solid 1.75 pounds and took all of 15 agonizing minutes, which were passed by dancing about the grill waiting for my next fish-photo op.

And then, there she is!

All ready for your dainty little fingers to fork right into your mouth!

 

Enjoy!

Broccoli Slaw

Let’s eat, shall we?

It’s a bit pretentious to call this is a recipe. It’s not. Really, it’s an assembly line of one delicious ingredient after another. It starts with broccoli slaw and beef Ramen and ends with shoving as many forkfuls as you can manage into your mouth.

So, let’s begin.

Here are the friends this party calls for.

From the left: sugar, salt (which, in fact, is not part of this recipe and is instead just photobombing), sliced almonds, 1 package of broccoli slaw, 1 beef-flavored Top Ramen, sunflower kernels, green onions, and apple cider vinegar.

Any vinegar is welcome. If you have a particular affinity for white or rice-wine, or you simply have something else on hand, don’t let me stop you!

Since this will prove the hardest part of this “recipe”, we’ll swiftly get it out-of-the-way.

Turn this,

into this.

Whew! It’s over and we can move right along to that assembly line.

Promptly throw the package of broccoli slaw and those onions into your favorite backyard barbecue bowl.

Next…

add a package of broken-apart Top Ramen noodles. This is the only arena in which I’ll recommend you buy Top Ramen, and since we’re all looking for an excuse to buy it anyway, I urge you to take advantage of this moment.

Then we want a half cup of both sunflower kernels and sliced almonds.

Do not get these out before you’re ready to mix them in. You’ll eat the whole half cup and be left with a crunch-less slaw.

I speak from experience.

Which brings us here, where it’s all mingling and looking all kinds of wonderful.

I can hear my mother’s voice in the back of my head begging me to scoot the bowl away from the edge. It’s an annoyance I’ve (unintentionally) inflicted for the past 22 years and as this photo demonstrates… it doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Sincerest apologies, mom!

But I digress.

Let’s make some dressing!

Whisk together 1/2 cup sugar, 1/2 cup oil (I used olive but vegetable works equally well), 1/3 cup vinegar, and the beef-flavored seasoning packet from our Ramen noodles.

What? That looks totally unappetizing and you don’t want to dump it all over your beautifully crisp vegetables and nuts? I can’t actually disagree, it’s not an attractive sauce. But…well…you’re wrong and I promise I’m right so just get on with it!

Whisk until it’s a bit airy, like an emulsion, then start pouring.

It’s a big bowl and we want to be fair so start off trying to spread it around as evenly as possible.

Quickly get impatient and dump the dressing on, fervently swearing all the while to toss it properly once its all together.

And voilà! One quick mix later and you’re ready…to wrap it up and put it in the refrigerator for a couple of hours (or as long as you last). The flavors need to fall in love and get married and you’ll be thankful if you let them.

During this interim, walk past the fridge and stare at the tupperware longingly. This does absolutely nothing for the dish but it sure helps build the proper amount of anticipation.

Then finally, enjoy! I’m serving mine with steamed Cajun shrimp and fruit salad but it’s a generally perfect backyard barbecue accompaniment…though it also does quite well with a fist and a fork right out of the container in front of the TV on a hot afternoon.

Again, I speak from experience.

It’s cool, crisp, and delightfully refreshing. Give it a try!

7 for 7 Challenge

Some of you know I am good friends with the beautiful Bess who writes the ever-entertaining Bess Be Fit blog. A few days ago she proposed a challenge: stretch every day for seven days. As someone who regularly practices yoga, I often slack off with stretching on days when I run, lift, walk… or basically do anything but go to the studio.

Eagerly, I accepted the challenge, and after only three days I’m already feeling a difference. My quads loosen up faster after longer runs. My lower back isn’t as tight after sitting in class all day. And overall, I feel more relaxed and rested after unwinding in a 20 minute slow stretch.

So today after suffering through a cold, windy, and rainy 3 miles here…

I returned home, lit my favorite candle, and practically melted into my mat,

By the time I looked at my clock, 25 minutes had flown by and my whole body was feeling warm and rejuvenated.

Heart of Healing goes into wonderfully deep detail about the benefits of stretching if you want further reading. Here is just a brief list of the general ones it mentions:

  •  relief from pain
  • increased energy levels
  • increased flexibility
  • better range of motion of the joints
  • greater circulation of blood to various parts of the body
  • relaxation and stress relief
  • enhanced muscular coordination
  • improved posture
  • greater sense of well-being

Heading into the enormous array of papers, projects, and presentations due before graduation, that all sounds pretty good to me! If you’d like to join in the challenge, head over to Bess’s blog and leave her a comment! She’ll add you to the list and fill you in on some cool stretches and foam rolling techniques.

Following one healthy habit with another, I assembled a quick, easy, and absolutely delicious dinner.

I chopped up some vidalia onion (on sale at Whole Foods this week!), sautéed it in some olive oil and threw in a chopped up black bean burger (I love Morning Star). Once warm, I served it on top of some mixed greens and 1/2 a mango. All topped off with some tons of spicy salsa!

Question: Does anyone else feel ridiculous chopping a mango? Any tricks out there for dealing with that tricky pit?