Monday, February 23, 2009

Oscar Highlights

My top three favorite moments from last night:

1. Mickey Rourke, when asked by Barbara Walters during her pre-Oscar interview show what winning an Oscar would ultimately mean to him, closed his response with, "You can’t eat it, you can’t f#$% it, it won’t get me into heaven."

2. Best. Acceptance. Speech. Ever.



3. Tina Fey and Steve Martin making fun of Scientology.


My favorite dress/accessories: Amy Adams (she was among my faves last year too).

Close runners-up: Heidi Klum and Marisa Tomei.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Our godson (and nephew) Andrew


A photo from our visit to Brookline.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Siamese squash


This arrived in our delivery at work today. Let's just say this wasn't covered during produce ID at the Natural Gourmet.

Just one more reason to buy organic.


(P.S. Some Googling has made me realize I am clearly not the first to blog about this phenomenon. The triple cucumber rocked my world.)

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Throwback: Kuma’s first snow

Having spent the first two years of his life in Brazil, Kuma had never seen snow until this winter. True to his lineage, he is a true snow beast. From the very first moment he saw the white powdery stuff in Riverside Park he fell in love.

(The booties are not for the snow, but to protect his paw pads from the salt they sprinkle on the sidewalks when it gets icy out.)








Lobsters revisited

This weekend we went to Brookline to meet our new nephew. I wanted to make a special Valentine’s meal for Dave’s sister and her husband who are hard-working parents of a handsome almost-two-month-old and a very energetic two-year-old (who also happens to be our godson). I decided on lobster as I have come to terms with them, having had to handle (a.k.a. kill) them again at work since my last post about them. I hate to say this, but it gets easier. Yes, I am now a desensitized executioner.

Valentine’s morning, Dave and I set off to Whole Foods (after ruling out Dave’s sister’s neighborhood kosher fishmonger) to procure the victims. Turns out the Whole Foods in Brookline doesn’t carry them either, but the fish guys there very graciously directed us to a place called Super 88. The name sounded a bit like that of a gas station and I was skeptical, but after a quick drive-by surveillance of the building I realized that it was an Asian market. Jackpot. We entered a brightly-lit, high-ceiling supermarket with aisles labeled “Japan,” “China,” “Vietnam/Thailand,” etc. At the back was the seafood section, and we quickly found a large tank filled with lobsters on one side and crab on the other. As I stood there surveying my prey, another customer approached the tank, grabbed a plastic strainer and a pair of tongs that were laying next to some whole fish on ice, and began reaching into the tank and grabbing lobsters. I followed his example and was soon walking to the cash register with a plastic bag full of four critters.


They were delicious.

For desert we had some cupcakes I made along with chocolate covered strawberries that I helped make on Friday. Considering we were four non-Valentine’s-enthusiasts, I would say we had a pretty nice evening.


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My first wedding cake


A classmate of mine from culinary school, Deniz, got married this week and we all pitched in (one course each) to throw the happy couple a dinner party last night at another classmate, Rebecca's, house. I was in charge of dessert and since Deniz requested cream puffs, I decided to make a croquembouche (a French cake made of cream puffs often served at weddings). I used chocolate, instead of the traditional caramel, to hold the thing together. Considering that it was my first attempt at making the conical dessert -- which, by the way, is hollow in the middle and is quite the architectural challenge -- I was very pleased.


Deniz is Turkish and had told us that in Turkey brides traditionally wear red, hence the color of bride's dress above.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Throwback: Halloween

Yes, I found clip-on bangs in (almost) my exact hair color. Thank god she's not our VP, that's all I have to say...

Obama Loaf


Get your own at Amy's Bread (there's one in Chelsea Market where I work).

Confidentiality

I see some fun stuff at work, especially when they are filming the production kitchen. Sadly, I am not able to write about any of that here as there is strict confidentiality when it comes to that kind of stuff. (I even edited out some of what I wrote in my last post, as I got a little nervous). So, I am sorry to say that a lot of what I want to tell you about that goes on at my internship, I can’t. I will say that I have been having a great time and I work with some great women. Today I got to bake cupcakes!

Here’s a cute story that I think I can share. I got into the elevator this afternoon and on it were a little boy and his mom. As we rode down he began to sing, “Rachel Ray, and Bobby Flay, I met both of them today,” over and over again. His mom’s response: “It’s going to be a long car ride home.”

On my own way home, I got in the elevator with Bobby Flay. Then, on my way out of Chelsea Market, I saw Rachel Ray in the lobby on her cell phone. I should have told her that Clare and I made her sage and gorgonzola sliders at our Superbowl party last night and that they were a big hit, but she looked busy.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Current: Food Network

Today marked my first day as an intern at the Food Network.

I graduated from culinary school on January 16. I walked away from our graduation dinner knowing I would miss seeing my classmates every day, but feeling ready to leave the comfort of the Natural Gourmet kitchens for a new challenge.

When I applied for the internship at the Food Network, I thought it was a long shot. The Natural Gourmet has connections with the test kitchens at Martha Stewart and Cook’s Illustrated (where I also applied) but none whatsoever at the Food Network. I emailed in my resume and recommendation to the address on the Food Network’s career website and waited to hear back. They got back to me quicker than expected and asked to set up a trail (a.k.a. interview). My trail, which happened the week after Christmas, was much tougher than I was expecting. I had been told to wear my chef whites and bring my knives, but knew nothing else. Once there, I was put through a series of tests, but it was all worth it when, after five hours in the kitchen, I was invited to intern in the test kitchen of Food Network Magazine.

I arrived this morning at 10am sharp, knife roll in hand, ready for the start of my six week internship. The magazine is relatively new, having only put out two issues to date. My main job is to prep ingredients for the recipe developers who then test out the recipes that are being developed for the magazine. Eventually, I too will be testing recipes. Everything was going along smoothly, I was given some orientation materials to read, issued a locker and a chef’s jacket with the Food Network logo, etc. The first few recipes I was given to prep were pretty straightforward, cut some pineapple, measure out some spices…I felt myself falling into a groove.

Then I was asked to prep the lobster.

One of the recipe developers, Amy, led me over to a sink filled with live lobsters and asked me kill and halve four of them. My heart began to race, reminded of that fateful day when, at 16, I became a vegetarian. My parents and I were out to dinner with a chef friend of theirs at an upscale Chinese restaurant in San Francisco. We ordered a lobster dish and our waiter made a point of bringing the live lobster to our table to show it to us before whisking it away to the kitchen. When the dish arrived several minutes later my mother and I couldn’t touch it. I stopped eating all animal flesh from that very day, until five years later when I started eating seafood again. I have yet to eat red meat since.

I asked Amy to demo one of the lobsters for me (not telling her that during shellfish class at the Natural Gourmet, I conveniently left the room to get something during the 5 minutes where the live lobster was being handled. By the time I returned, it was snug in the wok, steaming away). She deftly took my knife and thrust the tip straight down into the lobster’s head, slicing it in half. She then flipped it over and made a long cut down the middle of the animal from head to tail, explaining not to cut through the top of shell as the lobsters were to be stuffed and grilled.

I was feeling quite unsteady as I grabbed my first lobster and took it over to my cutting board. As I carried it, it thrust its claws out as though somehow trying to push against the air around it and stop me. I took a deep breath and did the deed, my first kill of an animal larger then a cockroach. As I flipped it over to slice it down the middle its legs were still moving and its tail began to curl into a tight letter J. As I scraped out its stomach and intestines, the little swimmers on the underside of the tail continued to twitch and move, making me again feel lightheaded. I don’t know how I made it through the three lobsters of which I dispensed, but I did.

(What I didn’t know at the time, that I now know from having looked it up on the Internet, is that I was in fact employing one of the most humane ways to kill a lobster – though I didn’t chill them first which would have been ideal – and that the twitching I witnessed was not because the animals were still alive but is a product of the fact that lobsters have a decentralized nervous system).

At the end of the day I got to make my first recipe from start to finish and it couldn’t have been a better one: oatmeal raisin cookies. They were not vegan, not at all “health supportive,” but boy did they taste good.

Throwback: In September we went to Nantucket

It was a long car ride…
but then we got to relax on the beach.

We even got Kuma in the ocean for the very first time…
and saw a beautiful sunset.

Happy New Year, and apologies

I have been terrible at keeping up this here blog of mine and vow to not let myself slip once again into a long stretch of silence. I have so much that I want to share that is backlogged that from here on out (until I am caught up) I will present two posts each time I sit down to write: one current and one throwback.

Thanks to those of you who have written to me to say you miss my posts, I’ll try my best to not let y’all down.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

My class and our cakes

Some recent creations

Our baking unit is in full swing.  The nice thing about it is that we each get to make our very own stuff (unlike with the cooking techniques when we made most things in groups).  Below are my pie, a cranberry pear, and my cake, a genoise four-layer cake with chocolate ganache.




Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Guess where I spent my Sunday afternoon



...the Meadowlands!

That's right, a friend of Dave's came through with two free tickets at the last minute and my weekend was made.  We beat the 49ers 29-17, and the Giants defense kicked butt (there was a safety, when is there ever a safety?) which means that Dave's fantasy team did too (he's got Big Blue's defense on his team).

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

This one's for you Dorothy...

Yes, I have been a royal slacker as of late with respect to this blog. But, that is only because I have been super busy with culinary school. I wish that I could write more (and I promise to soon), but, for now, I leave you with some shots of me in action.



Sunday, September 07, 2008

This Iowan life

Some photos from my time in Iowa, sorry it’s taken me so long to put them up (I also, in my haste, managed to delete some of my favorite shots from the camera just now, so I am a little upset with myself).

The view out the car window during most of my daily rides between counties.


Breakfast at the Chrome in Algona


The door to the Algona Campaign for Change office that I help set up.


To see the full album, click here.

Monday, August 25, 2008

On the campaign trail

I have been meaning to post for days now, but there never seems to be time. Most mornings I wake up, go for a run (I had to temporarily suspend my break from it as food in the heartland leaves me needing to burn off some calories) or do some yoga in my room, get picked up by Brian between 8:30 and 9am, and then we're on the road or making calls and doing data entry until around 10 or 11pm every night.

Last Friday was Brian's last day off until Election Day, so we took a break from work and went to nearby Lake Okoboji.

Weekends are devoted mostly to going door to door, and that is exactly what I did for eight hours on Saturday and three on Sunday. I was a little intimidated by the idea of knocking on strangers' doors, but after a few you get used to it, and I really only had one or two bad experiences. You meet a lot of nice old ladies, as well as Obama supporters who want to talk your ear off because they think that you're able to convey ideas directly to Barack.

One door I knocked on had a sticker on it that said, "The owner of this property is armed. There is nothing inside worth risking your life for." No one answered the door after one knock; I didn't wait around to knock again.

The past week has been quite the roller coaster ride. I've had really uplifting moments, and I've had really emotionally fraught ones as well. I think that I am still processing a lot of my thoughts and want to have more time with them before I can come to any strong conclusions. I will say that the Obama staffers I have worked with so far are some of the hardest working people out there. At the same time, I sometimes find myself frustrated with the disorganization that comes with people who are not as experienced with campaigns (and who are all very young) running the show. That's all I'm going to say for now.

Oh, and if you didn't catch Michelle Obama's speech tonight, try to find someone who DVRed it (Dave did). I for one teared up on numerous occasions.

"Yes we can!"

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Ain't that America

Sunday afternoon I arrived in Des Moines, Iowa. Unable to connect to the one bus a day to Fort Dodge, I was placed in the care of a lovely Des Moines native (and hardcore Obama supporter) with whom I stayed the night. She is a grandmother 11 times over and we spent the afternoon and evening chatting about her grands as well as watching the Olympics.

Yesterday I boarded the bus to Ft. Dodge (via a transfer at the Flying J truck stop). The Des Moines Greyhound station is a slice of America that I have not experienced, perhaps ever. I could barely hear the newscast being broadcast on the wall-mounted TV over the sounds of the arcade-style shoot-'em-up video games (to which I contributed a quarter when a fellow passenger asked if I had one so he could play).

They always say Iowa is flat, and they are right. Out the window of the bus all there is is corn, corn, and more corn, as far as the eye can see.

I was met at the Ft. Dodge bus station by my friend Brian who is the Field Organizer for the Obama campaign here in Kossuth county. Last night we attended the Kossuth County Democrats Executive committee meeting.

Today is my first full day on the campaign. Let the adventure begin.
(I'll try to post some photos soon, no time right now.)

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Tourist in my own city

Last Thursday, Dave, Kae and I went on a mini tourist adventure. We walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and then had pizza at Grimaldi's followed by ice cream at the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory. I had heard good things about Grimaldi's, but I am always skeptical of things that seem over-hyped, not to mention the fact that waiting in line for pizza seems unnecessary in a city where good (line-free) pizza abounds.

For once, I was not disappointed. The pizza was delicious; the ice cream was pretty awesome as well.



That same morning, my father and I had lined up for tickets to see the Shakespeare in the Park production of Hair (which Dave, my parents, and I went to see that evening). It was a very New York summer day.