We went to Elettaria for their inaugural brunch yesterday. Noticing there were three different types of bacon on the menu, I (naturally) asked if it was possible to get a sampler. The chef not only thought it was a good idea, but wanted to add a taste of the ham offered on the menu. When the bill came, Noel, being ever-so-creative, had entered it in as "flight of pigs." Perfect. I expect to see it on the menu soon.
Category: Food and Drink
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A Tasty Day
At Brooklyn Flea: Pupusa, Pizza Moto, Saxelby Cheesemongers' grilled cheese w/McClure's Pickles, crostini w/Salvatore Bklyn ricotta, arugula and prosciutto
At Habana Outpost: frozen margarita
At Bonita: guac and chips, Pacifico, fish tacos
Iced tea on the best roof deck in Clinton Hill.
A picture-perfect Brooklyn day (and yes, I shared all that food, but no need for dinner tonight). -
A Taste of the Weekend
Spud, our table's mascot at the crawfish boil.The sun beginning to set on the ferry home from Kismet.There was also some great company and conversation, a 19.75 mile bike ride, and the healing powers of all of the following: friends, laughter, the rays of the sun, the sound of the ocean, and the feeling of sand between my toes. More pictures to follow. UPDATE: Crawfish pics.
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Delicious
Tasty dumplings in hot oil from White Bear — part of the Queens dim sum extravaganza. Thanks to all for coming!
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Behind the Bar
My first in a series of regular posts over at the Savory Cities blog.
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For all the Twitter Doubters
Twitter actually does have a place in the real world and serves a purpose beyond the screen. Thanks to Twitter, no only did I meet interesting new people at our Brown Liquor Tweet-up earlier this week, but I now have several new cocktail recipes, which were inspired by that night — The Ward Eight and The Clover Club. Twitter — the gift that keeps on giving.
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This, I Believe
– Sunshine has healing powers, as does a long run, and the blossoms of spring.
– The internet can be a tough place sometimes.
– Carol King is a wise woman.
– Soft shell crabs can be a reminder that if you shed off your old skin, you can become something quite special, and often delicious. They also pair quite nicely with a glass of white wine and the Beatles White Album. -
An Unlikely Scenario
Watching TV as I fade off this evening. An Olive Garden commercial comes on — young woman is talking about bringing the guy she's dating to meet all of her friends. "I had the perfect place," she says. Flash to group joking with said guy over seafood pasta with cream sauce. If I brought the guy I'm dating to meet my friends over dinner at the Olive Garden, it would be really hard to determine who would be the most horrified person at the table.
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Second Seder
And where was I for the second seder? Although I had an invite from my brother (thanks, Bill!) I was too tired, so I had a quick drink, cooked some dinner, and watched LOST on my DVR. But thanks to the 8th St. boys, I had a little Pesach spirit:
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Split Pea Soup from Hell
So Monday morning I head off to work, my slow cooker loaded with the makings of this split pea soup. I set it for eight hours on low, and off I went. When I came home, I was surprised to find that it hadn’t switched itself to “warm” mode, but was completely off, and the soup was underdone. I put it on for a few more hours, but put the soup in the fridge before I headed off to bed. Oddly, I woke up stupidly early the next morning, so I took out the slow cooker, put the soup on high with the idea that I could finish it and then take some to work, and fell back asleep until my alarm went off.
Before getting in the shower, I checked the soup, declared it done, but wasn’t thrilled with the consistency. I pulled out the large pork shoulder bones and the meat and then gave it a quick buzz with the immersion blender. All was going well when suddenly, soup splattered EVERYWHERE and the blender stopped. Now, my kitchen is not that big, and when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. Surveying the damage, I decided that I should ladle the soup into containers and move the slow cooker so that I could clean up. I inspected the immersion blender and noticed that a small (maybe 1-1 1/2″) piece of bone had gotten caught in it. Argh.
I began ladling the soup into quart containers and in my caffeine-deprived, irritated state, I somehow managed to ladle scalding hot soup ONTO MY HAND. Shrieking, I put down the ladle, spun around to the sink, and ran cold water on it. In that moment with my hand throbbing in agony and soup all over my kitchen, I couldn’t help it — the tears started flowing. I somehow managed to clean up while giving my hand doses of cold water, and I even managed to pack a small container of soup for lunch.
Later that day, after several doses of Advil, with my hand wrapped in magical burn band-aids (seriously — it’s healing wonderfully thanks to these beauties), I tasted the devil soup. It was quite tasty, I’ll admit, but I did find tiny pieces of bone in it. That said, I can now see the humor in the whole situation. I should have taken some pictures for you all . . .