black raspberries & skyr


I am happy to report that I took my tray of black raspberries and two tubs of skyr over to my friends V+A’s house for dinner, and that skyr slightly sweetened Icelandic style goes really really well with the berries. Whew.
2 tubs + 2-3 tablespoons of sugar was just about right for the 4 of us, and we just sprinkled big piles of berries onto the skyr. And it turns out that skyr is actually fat free, which is truly hard to believe, given the silky creaminess of it all. Skyr is available at my local Whole Foods, and probably at yours too.

how to terrify a foodnerd

Lots of girls struggle with their weight. Lots of girls have weird issues around food. I personally have always gone with the “ooh, look, yummy” approach instead.
And I was usually fine with that. The occasional tight skirt wouldn’t work out so well, but it was OK. Tallasiandude likes soft and squishy, so that was OK too. But yesterday I went to the doctor’s office, and they weigh you just as a matter of course, and standing there in a summer t-shirt and skirt, no shoes, I was 10 pounds over my highest weight ever, 35 over where I should be. And at that point I lost it.
I’d had an inkling it was coming, since reliable old favorites have stopped fitting of late, but the raw numerical proof was just the last straw. And the problem for me is, not only do I look like shit, not only am I clearly not in optimal health, but my diet isn’t actually *that* bad. I eat vegetables, whole grains, fruits and all that, far more than the average American.
And so i find myself staring down the barrel of having to make truly drastic changes in what I will eat, and more terrifyingly, what I won’t eat. I don’t want to be that girl who won’t have a chocolate, who won’t touch even one french fry. I don’t want food to become my enemy, ever — and I am scared shitless that it will.
Yesterday my parents brought me a big tray of gorgeous black raspberries, my favorite, and there’s way too many for us to eat them all fresh (the way they are best) before they spoil. My first instinct was, “Yay! I can make pie!” And then I realized that I really *can’t* make pie, not if i want to eat any of the berries myself. And that was when I started to cry.
This morning I woke up and ate a big bowl of the berries with some cottage cheese for breakfast. I’m planning on making some kind of berry fool with Icelandic skyr, which is supercreamy yet low in fat, and the thought of this plan has made me calmer. I’m still scared as hell, but maybe I will be able to make it work and still eat with the delight and wonder that I love so much.

making the best of what you got

I bought some Ezekiel 4:9 sprouted wheat penne, whilst in the throes of having read an article about the increased nutrition in sprouted grains. I’m also trying to figure out what changes I can make to my foodwhore diet to drop some of the extra 20 pounds I’m lugging around. I figured I’d at least try it.
It’s nasty.
It tastes like pasta made of beans, which isn’t surprising since there are two types of beans in it. If you overcook it even a little bit, it gets mushy and falls apart, and the difference between hard in the middle and mushy is about 30 seconds in the pot. It’s pasty and grainy.
I first served it with sauteed kale and garlic and broad beans, which wasn’t atrocious, since the kale and beans were in the same nutty flavor universe as the pasta, but when we tried it with some tomato sauce it was just yucky.
Armed with this knowledge and the hope that a nutty tasting pasta might taste better with actual nuts, today I cooked the rest and put it together with some well-salted zucchini and vidalia onion, chopped walnuts, a sprinkle of salt & pepper and some walnut oil. This was actually something I might consider food. It was reasonably tasty, with the salt and bright squash and nutty oil working their magic, and though the pasta has a tendency to stick to your teeth, it was at least cooked the right amount this time. I won’t, however, be buying this product again — life is just too short.

ode to chicken salad

I LOVE chicken salad. And I almost never get it, because I don’t trust restaurants not to put 8 pounds of mayo and huge chunks of celery in it.
But whenever I get some extra cooked chicken — specifically when i have some extra pulled off the bones from making soup — I like to make some chicken salad. The most recent version had nothing but mayo, celery leaves (LEAVES, you will note, not gross crunchy blocks), dill and salt & pepper.
And as always, I am struck by how mindbendingly delicious just-plain-chicken can be when in close quarters with mayonnaise. I eat it extra slowly so as not to miss any of it, because it never lasts long. Yums.

dill-onion potato salad

I have jars of pickled everything still left from last year — I might have gotten a little carried away. So I’m trying really hard to use stuff up, so I can reclaim a few scraps of fridge space… which means that today I made potato salad with two whole pickled onions, chopped up and added to the hot diced potatoes so the vinegar would absorb (this being the Cook’s Illustrated tip: boil taters in salted water, then sprinkle with vinegar while hot before adding the mayo dressing). The dressing was mayo and sweet Swedish mustard in about equal parts, plus a big handful of chopped dill.
It’s pretty awesome just licked off the mixing spoon, and I have high hopes for it alongside some smoked salmon for dinner tonight.

at last, a truly great pasta salad

I love pasta salad, or at least the idea of pasta salad — cool pasta, tasty accessories, simple and fresh and filling. But it’s never like that — it’s either too full of stuff, or too oily, or too bland, or too something. So I rarely make it, other than to casually toss a few selected leftovers into a bowl of cold pasta for lunch on a hot day.
But my coworker made some for our office potluck last week, with basil, mozzarella and grape tomatoes, and it was awesome. I had some more for breakfast the next day, and was again struck by the yumminess. I asked her for the recipe, and it turned out to be just as simple as it seemed to be, but somehow the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. I made some last night and took it to a July 4th fireworks party, and at least 5 strangers came up to me and told me how awesome it was, so i know it’s not just me nerding out about this.
Here’s how to make it:
Boil a pound of orzo in heavily salted water. Drain and rinse and drain again. Add just enough olive oil to coat the orzo. Cut up fresh water-packed mozzarella into bite size dice (1/2″ or so) — I cut ciliegine into 4 bits each. Cut grape or cherry tomatoes in half, or in quarters if you feel like the halves are too big. Rip up a big pile of basil leaves. Mix it all into the pasta and add ground black pepper, and extra salt if it needs any (it will probably want at least a little bit). Let it sit for a while before serving for best flavors.
I think that I added a shade too much oil, so i splashed in just a little bit of rice vinegar, and i think that was a good addition, even though it wasn’t part of the original recipe. I also think that the trick is to get the flavorings in the pasta while it is warm enough to infuse the flavors, but cool enough not to cook the tomatoes or melt the cheese at all. The taste is quiet, but not bland — it’s somehow refreshing: creamy and spoonable from the orzo, basil-y throughout, and fresh from the tomatoes.
Happy Independence Day!

pure genius: naeng myun

The other day, it was hot and muggy and disgusting, and we went for dinner to the Korean/Japanese place here in town, Sushi Yasu. I ordered oshitashi (cold spinach with sesame), a bunch of nigiri, and “cold noodles,” confirmed by the waitress to be zarusoba, cold soba noodles with the most delicious dipping sauce known to humankind, and a perennial hot-weather favorite of mine.
But i think we had a language barrier situation, because instead of soba what arrived was mool naeng myun, the cleverest invention of Korean cookery: tasty noodles, tasty beef and egg, tasty julienned raw vegetables, in cold broth… WITH LOTS OF ICE CUBES.
I can’t think of any other food short of beverages that actually goes so far as to include the ice cubes in the food itself, thereby keeping it super cool and crisp so as to continually counteract the general icky sticky warmness of your being.

this n that

looks like they finally repealed the foie-gras ban in chicago. one american absurdity down, 4,999,999 to go.
John Harvard’s Brewhouse is pretty mediocre in general, though certainly serviceable and reliably open late — but they have an incredible chicken pot pie. Very nearly as good as the ur-potpie I had at the late, lamented Locke-Ober (before Lydia).
i think my favorite sausage from Paulina Market is the smoked thuringer. i am not alone in this, as at least one party guest remembered them from years past and requested them specifically. they are properly robust to stand up to party condiments, and they are just plain smokilicious. i also tried something new this year, a fresh hungarian sausage (very long, spicy with paprika, and pleasantly dry and crumbly in texture) and the german wieners (long skinny hot dogs, only better tasting than an average supermarket dog).
year-old wedding cake is pretty tasty stuff. the outer frosting tastes a little bit like freezer funk, but the insides are much as we left them.