If there is a food equivalent of a hug, it would be chawanmushi. It's a savoury steamed custard whose egg-to-liquid ratio is borderline deficient which results in an incredibly silky, jiggly, and light texture that barely holds together. I use hondashi with no shame because that stuff's gold. The whole point of chawanmushi is to… Continue reading Negi Chawanmushi
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Happy Rat Year
A few years ago there was an elaborately fruitless deliberation between Koreans and Taiwanese people about who started the whole Lunar New Year thing. The whole debacle subsided as soon as the subject of their contention dawned, and the bickering gave way to two weeks of delirious feasting, after which everyone sort of just waddled… Continue reading Happy Rat Year
To do with eggplant.
This recipe is for the Feed Feed, enjoy! Rice with Turmeric and Currants 1 c rice, rinsed until the water runs clear then drained (long or short grain are both fine) 1 c filtered water 1 tsp sea salt 1/2 tsp turmeric 1/2 tsp garam masala 3 bay leaves 2 tbsp dried currants 1 tsp… Continue reading To do with eggplant.
Recipe Only: Pan Seared Trout with Pickled Fennel, Grapefruit, and Mustard Creme Fraiche
Today I had a grilled salmon salad with a few of my colleagues at a harbourfront restaurant. It had a small mountain of sweet and bitter lettuces of various textures tossed in a balsamic vinaigrette, a small mound of diced tomatoes, a few spears of smoky charred asparagus, and a haystack of crispy shoestring potatoes… Continue reading Recipe Only: Pan Seared Trout with Pickled Fennel, Grapefruit, and Mustard Creme Fraiche
There always is
So, why do we do Thanksgiving anyway? According to the internet*, or BuzzFeed (it's all the same to me), it's not about giving thanks. 44% of respondents said family was the point of thanksgiving, and 28% said it was all about the food. So what? This means that T-dawg is f*cking stressfull, that's what. Why?… Continue reading There always is
Two and Fifteen Gifts
Where I am, the high tops of conifers are draped underneath a veil of fog just thin enough for a few branches to poke through. The ground is missing the crisp touch of frost, and is instead drenched in a blanket of condensation to be lifted once the day begins. This is not quite the… Continue reading Two and Fifteen Gifts