All posts filed under: Entree

Egg Smash, and Linguine Carbonara

  Since we’re still coping with the effects of the egg accident, we still have 3 or so eggs worth of liquid in the container… and I was jonzing for some pasta… and cheese… and porky goodness –   So tonight it’s Linguine Carbonara. Yeah, yeah… I know “raw eggs in pasta just doesn’t rattle your Rhubarb”, but it does mine. So if you have aversions to… or want to rant about the unsanitariness of eating raw eggs… or just want to sell your own particular brand of crazy here…. go away. I can’t be bothered. Here’s the thing – the eggs aren’t raw. Adding the egg mixture to freshly drained pasta cooks it very gently – creating an almost creamy, custard coating for the linguine. It should completely coat the strands and not puddle in the bottom of the bowl. If, for some freakish reason, it has… then you did it wrong. Traditional carbonara consists of: Some Cured Pork Product – I’ve used a combination of super fatty bacon and Capicola because I prefer …

Egg Smash, and the Tater Tot Frittata

  Usually, I’m pretty conscientious when I go shopping… I bring my own bags, I load my cart with fragile things tucked under or in the little flippy basket, I arrange things on the conveyor checkout thingy so bruisy – easily damaged things don’t end up under the laundry detergent, and I don’t let them bag my crap in 10,000 flimsy plastic bags. I hate those things. Loading them into the trunk and hauling 60 bags into the house with 2 things in it just makes me crazy. But I was distracted. … and I forgot my bags … and before I could go all insane old man on them, they had bagged my entire haul into 22 little plastic bags. So I wheeled my cart full of windsocks out to the car and barreled home in a fury. I was still irritated when I got home, and I began snatching handfuls of lightly filled bags – not really paying attention to what I was doing… and slung the  bag with 2 lemons and a dozen …

One from Column “A” ~ Sweet and Sour Fish

I’ve seen it anywhere from something resembling savory fruit cocktail with chicken in it, to  what I’m absolutely sure was cherry pie filling with meat. Here’s the thing – by and large, “Sweet and Sour anything”  in almost every Asian food establishment is , well… dreadful. Either the: The sauce is gloppy… and red,  the vegetables are in much too large of chunks to be easily managed, the fried coating on the meat turns spongy when it hits the sauce,  or there’s pineapple (ergh) in it. Not that I dislike pineapple, I just don’t want something that’s already too sweet having yet another sweet / sharp component it the mix. So, what’s a fella to do? He  puts on his big boy apron and makes his very own. A couple of things you’ll notice about the recipe – The coating for the fried fish is a dry coat. I’ve found it works best when adding the cooked protein back to the sauce to keep the fish somewhat crispy. The sauce isn’t red, on purpose. I think …

Shank’d Again – Braised Lamb Shanks

I’d love everyone to think I buy from only the best local suppliers, the most humane breeders, the zero-hormone purveyors. But that’s just not the way life is for most people that budget for their groceries. Buying an $18 natural feed, pasture-raised roasting hen is out right stupid when you have anywhere from 8 to 14 meals to prepare every week, 5 to 15 school bagged lunches to shove out the door, paper products, toothpaste, soap, new socks, Q-Tips… and the plethora of other unexciting additions that make it to the shopping list every week. I make no apologies for it – I bargain shop for meat. The twice-marked down chuck roast? … toss it in the cart Chicken coop accident and you have to cull down a 100 smothered chickens? … put me down for 12 You thought Dahlonega was hip & happening, and would lap up the 80 lbs of bison you brought in?  … sure, I’ll take it off your hands for 10 cents on the dolla’. you get the picture…  In …

Back to the Beach – It’s all over except the dance.

… well, And the desserts,  and the midnight breakfast. But we’ll get to those at some point next week. The fridge is currently floating in wedding food and I’ll need to work through some of that before I do anything else. Okay, the last two of the dinner menu items… and a little something extra at the end. I had decided early on in the talks with the client that I’d do a grilled tofu for the vegan selection, ensuring that they could enjoy the same grilled type food that everyone else was getting, without making them feel too left out. The problem was the fish. The original thought for the pescatarian selection was  obviously to do fish. I played around with snapper… cod… tuna and by-and-large, they either weren’t going to hold up in a buffet situation (fish sitting around in a chafing dish watching it’s life’s juices just evaporate into thin gusty air), or they just didn’t end up tasting very good.. Fish: In order for it to hold onto that charcoal-y, smoky goodness …

All That Lemony Goodness – Numero Otto (that’s 8)

Tuscan Lemon Chicken and Cookbook Sundays This post is part of Couscous and Consciousness’s Cookbook Sundays Project. What you say? Pf cooking from a cookbook? Unadorned? Well, it’s true. I know I don’t normally play the “cook someone else’s food” game. I don’t usually play well with others… I’m the run with scissors kind of guy. Cookbooks to me are an inspiration… or food porn… or just a good giggle, sometimes. I’ll read them through, and start making changes straight away. but.. with something over 3,000 cookbooks in the shelves (and some I’ve never even opened), I thought.. why the hell not. Some of these should start getting some use before the pages all stick together… The Tuscan Lemon Chicken recipe is from the Barefoot Contessa’s Back to Basics cookbook. I haven’t monkeyed around with it – honestly there isn’t any need. It’s lemony (and you know I adore lemon), and the right amount of herbiness, and its stupid simple to boot. So this even fits in our Simple Dinner Sunday category. I have added a …

One From Column A – Char Siu

Brian (my partner in crime for a great many years) and I lived for Saturdays. Saturday was the day the BBQ Place (I know, a strange name for a Chinese restaurant) at Asian Square on Buford Hwy pumped out non stop Char Siu – and we stuffed ourselves in plate upon plate of  mahogany lacquered, perfectly seasoned medallions. Char Siu – or Chinese BBQ Pork used to be a staple at every Chinese restaurant. You could order it fresh off the rotary thingy, sliced and served with a heap of rice; find it diced and scattered like little jewels throughout the pork fried rice; used in twice cooked pork, and minced – mixed with hoisin sauce and stuffed in bbq buns. Times were it was a staple at every Mr. Won’s, House of Eng, Mama Wu, Ho Ho, Cantonese Palace (insert your favorite Chinese Restaurant here). But those are sad days gone by. Like a great many things in equally diverse cultures, time – money – labor have taken their toll, and unless your particular Chinese haunt does their own slowly turning, crisperizing Peking Duck, …

A day late and a dolla’ short

2011? Well, it’s over…   done with…   gone… and save for a few bright moments and flickers of joy – It was an abysmally bad year here at Turtle Creek, and one I’d really care not to repeat anytime soon. So I’m closing the books on ol’ 11 and onward and upwards to number 12. I’m on to bigger posts for MR Fodder, better resumes and interviews for that whole under employment thingy, and finally putting a couple of things to right that have been eating at me for a while. Fair warning – I’m enlisting everyone and everything I can think of to make it so… short of dousing myself in chicken blood and dancing naked under a full moon…. it really doesn’t work, you’ll have to take my word on that one. Starting with day one – the New Years Day Dinner. Every culture has some food talisman intended to generate health, good luck, immense wealth. The Peruvians chow down on potatoes cooked with saffron to emulate pots of gold; Asians munch on super long bundles of noodles twined into …

The long and short of it…

All things considered, I’m not a a slow-cooker kind of guy. I like having my hands on and in whatever I’m doing too much. It’s always seemed a bit of a cheat to throw a bunch of stuff in a crock pot, crank that baby to a sweltering 160 degrees, and come back in 8 hours to something.. well.. stew-ish. Which is fine if you’re making carnitas which need to cook to the point of deconstruction. Don’t get me wrong, I have one. I bought it 5 years ago – and from what I’ve read it’s a good one ( rated by however it is that they rate those things). I may have used it 3 times since I’ve had it. Right now it’s making a very nice cradle for my immersion blender. All of this is odd because I really do like slow cooking things. I just don’t want anyone or anything else having all the fun. My Pot Roast – Brilliant! My Sis’s Overnight Oatmeal – Doubly Brilliant! My killer all-day-long-simmer-in-the-dutch-oven Bolognese Sauce …