When the souffles went into the oven, I had no idea what to expect. How high would they rise? How would they taste? These are the questions that always hold me back from experimenting with such dishes. When there’s potential for failure, I become reluctant to even give it a shot.
Part of my love for food, though, is the challenge. If you’re not willing to challenge yourself, how can you expect to learn anything?
It dawned on me recently that I have never made or consumed a savory souffle. From time to time, my mother would prepare them for dessert, a bowl of decadent bliss, with a big tuft on top, that would ooze with the first hit of the spoon. Having a bite was like ingesting pure comfort, a blanket being wrapped around your soul.
These high expectations for how my souffles would turn out made the anticipation all the more difficult to bear.
View full post »
There are recipes that you try and, after the first bite, you wonder why you hadn’t made it sooner. For me, these are easy to prepare dishes that usually consist of the following: a vegetable, butter, and some form of acid (either lemon juice or vinegar). With just these ingredients, and a touch of seasoning, a robust dish is created.
Over the summer, I shared my love for such a recipe… a wonderful caramelized shallot dish that came from Deb of Smitten Kitchen. To avoid having a heart attack, I have only made it a handful of times, but I adored it’s simplicity and richness. When you’re in the mood for a decadent meal, I can’t think of anything better.
Well, that was until now.
Back in December, Deb had an entry on garlic butter roasted mushrooms, which she, herself, called “perfect as can be”. And boy did she get that right. Not only that, but it’s much healthier than the shallot recipe (which called for six tablespoons of butter, versus the four here).
One thing you should know before I delve into the recipe is that I used to hate mushrooms as a child. It was the one and only thing I wouldn’t eat. When we’d order mushroom pizza, I’d pick off each one and give them to my sister to eat (because I was a good little brother).
View full post »
It’s hard to believe it’s almost been a month since the earthquake hit Japan. That event and the subsequent tsunami and aftershocks that have damaged that nation have been tough to grasp, let alone articulate into words. I’ve been torn about whether I wanted to talk about it here. This blog, my pride and joy, is my getaway from all the stresses in the world. It’s where I get to express myself and my love of food through a creative medium. And I do my darndest to keep things light. I want this to be a place where people can come and forget about all the bad stuff that happened at work or the heartbreaking news that they read in the paper that day.
At the same time, A Thought For Food is an extension of who I am and that means that I shouldn’t hold back on talking about something I feel strongly about.
Some things are unexplainable, but a natural disaster is not one of those things. You can’t ask why it happened or how it happened, because we know the answers to both of those questions. So we’re left with a feeling of, “Now what? What are we supposed to do?”
During a time like this, it’s hard not to feel hopeless. And for a while, that’s exactly how I felt. An aftershock here, another there. Being so far away, so disconnected from what’s been happening, has left me questioning if there’s anything that I can do but sit here and watch.
Thankfully, the answer to this question is yes, there is plenty that can be done.
View full post »
People seem to have a love-hate relationship with spicy foods. Some folks can’t get enough, others avoid it like it’s the plague. In the past, I’ve been torn about how I feel about it myself. I grew up with a few health problems which prohibited me from experimenting with such foods.
It wasn’t until a few years ago that I began to kick things up a bit. Since then, I’ve become best buddies with red pepper flakes and I always have a bottle of sriracha sauce on hand in the fridge. I’ve found great joy in learning how to play with chiles in a way that doesn’t overpower the other ingredients being used. It’s a complicated balancing act, for sure.
What I’ve come to learn is this: when it’s done right, adding some spice to a dish can be refreshing and can turn a rather ordinary meal into a visceral experience.
I came up with this quick vegetarian chili recipe a few weeks ago when we were a bit limited on ingredients in the fridge. There is always a container or two of tofu tucked away and the cabinet is stocked with canned tomatoes and beans to take out during desperate times like these. The key component here, though, is the pickled jalapenos. They pack a punch, but, due to their preparation, have mellowed out slightly.
A lot of my weeknight dinners are similar to this recipe. It’s such a pleasure to throw everything into a big pot, set the burner to simmer, and let it all come together. There’s not a whole lot of production, which, after a long day at work, nobody wants to do.
View full post »
Until last year, if you had offered me an egg for breakfast, in any form, I would have rejected it. I never really got much joy from eating them… found them to be flavorless, maybe with the exception of an omelet or quiche.
What changed my feelings about eggs was a trip to a farm where I purchased my first local, organic, free-range beauties. They’re what I call “happy eggs,” with their vibrant yellow-orange hued yolks. With this first carton, Eric and I made a plate of scrambled eggs. Normally we’d give it a hearty seasoning of salt and pepper, but with these eggs, we just gave it a gentle sprinkle. They came out fluffy and buttery… a simply delightful breakfast.
Since that life-changing experience, I’ve moved away from conventionally produced (factory) eggs. And I pay a steep price for these gems (roughly $2.50 for half a dozen). At least at one time it felt that way. Now it seems completely fair. You pay for quality. And not just the quality of the eggs, which are mighty delicious, but for the treatment of the chickens producing them.
When I became a pescatarian, I didn’t do it for ethical reasons. My goal was to eat healthier… it made me feel better and I even shed a few pounds after I made the switch. Since then, my views have changed. I care more about where my food comes from and the circumstances that brought it to me than I do about what the actual item is (I’ve even been known to take a small bite of steak tartar or a piece of bacon from time to time).
View full post »
« Older posts