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Wind blown Oak trees with salmon ;) by the beach. |
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Love It. Change It. Keep It. Rearrange It.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Chicken Fried Oh My Goodness
Chicken frying anything makes almost anything scrumptious. I cannot lie, I love fried chicken. When I worked at Table 52, Sunday was my favorite day because it was fried chicken Sunday's and at the end of the night there was usually some left over and even room temperature or chilled it was super tasty. It's all in the brining and seasoning. It's imperative to brine chicken if you're going to fry it or even cook it at all, at least at the restaurant level, maybe not at home. But anyways, oooooo, it is good. Just this morning I was reminded of it when I woke up and saw that Chef Art Smith was following me on twitter. Hmm, so I followed him back and told him I missed the fried chicken. I thought about mentioning him bringing Oprah over to one of my dinners but I decided against it. That would be so cool though. And Gale too, she'd be invited.
So speaking of chicken I made a chicken liver pate the other day for one of my dinners and spread it through a stencil which says, "XPLICIT," and we play Busta Rhymes along with the course. It's also served with a hand cut pasta in a butter and black truffle sauce. For a dinner I had a couple days following I decided to roll the pate into a torchon shape and chicken fry it. I served it on the bottom of a shot glass as a single bite with a pickled onion and mustard seed sorbet with watermelon rind. This dish has several plays of traditional charcuterie elements, southern picnics, and pate en croute....
This is what I do to chicken fry. I coat whatever I am using in corn starch and tap off the excess starch. But remember to have your chicken, fish, pate, whatever it is seasoned, brined, etc first. Then I make an egg and buttermilk mixture-two egg yolk and about 1/2 cup of buttermilk, more or less depending on how much you are frying. I coat my elements in the egg mixture. Then I have a combination of all purpose flour, fresh thyme leaves, cayenne pepper, salt, black pepper, garlic and onion powders (in this case I didn't go heavy on the last two powders because there was black truffle in my pate and it was served with the onion sorbet which was strong as it is so I didn't want to over power). So I take the element, the pate, from the egg and roll it into this flour and spice combo. Once it's coated I put it back in the egg mixture, coating it again, being careful not to lose my seasoned coating and then I put it back in the flour spice combo again. Essentially I want two layers of this last seasoned mixture bound with the egg. I fry it at 350 till it's golden and crispy. That's it. The tricks of chicken frying are in your seasonings and brinings. Have fun with it but not too much fun because it's not the healthiest cooking method and it's addicting. Oh and especially if it's a liver pate.
So speaking of chicken I made a chicken liver pate the other day for one of my dinners and spread it through a stencil which says, "XPLICIT," and we play Busta Rhymes along with the course. It's also served with a hand cut pasta in a butter and black truffle sauce. For a dinner I had a couple days following I decided to roll the pate into a torchon shape and chicken fry it. I served it on the bottom of a shot glass as a single bite with a pickled onion and mustard seed sorbet with watermelon rind. This dish has several plays of traditional charcuterie elements, southern picnics, and pate en croute....
This is what I do to chicken fry. I coat whatever I am using in corn starch and tap off the excess starch. But remember to have your chicken, fish, pate, whatever it is seasoned, brined, etc first. Then I make an egg and buttermilk mixture-two egg yolk and about 1/2 cup of buttermilk, more or less depending on how much you are frying. I coat my elements in the egg mixture. Then I have a combination of all purpose flour, fresh thyme leaves, cayenne pepper, salt, black pepper, garlic and onion powders (in this case I didn't go heavy on the last two powders because there was black truffle in my pate and it was served with the onion sorbet which was strong as it is so I didn't want to over power). So I take the element, the pate, from the egg and roll it into this flour and spice combo. Once it's coated I put it back in the egg mixture, coating it again, being careful not to lose my seasoned coating and then I put it back in the flour spice combo again. Essentially I want two layers of this last seasoned mixture bound with the egg. I fry it at 350 till it's golden and crispy. That's it. The tricks of chicken frying are in your seasonings and brinings. Have fun with it but not too much fun because it's not the healthiest cooking method and it's addicting. Oh and especially if it's a liver pate.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
To Hunt or Not To Hunt
The daffodils begin to peek through the frozen soil, suddenly robins are spotted (only to get shat upon), and for me that means morels are right around the corner. For some people that means shootin wild turkeys. The only thing I ever thought about wild turkey was drinking it and feeling not so good but now I'm thinking about killing them. The only shooting I've done before is beer bottles on my grandparents farm. I've never been so sure that I could kill an animal, however with eating them so much, and loving to be resourceful with all my foraging and the tough economic times it's starting to make more sense to me. So this Spring I will be hunting. Maybe when I get there I will not do it and instead search wildly for morels (cause they love those game preserves). Or maybe I'll shoot a turkey, cry a little and behind those tears a wild madness will emerge and I'll become a cold blooded hunter. Either way I'd like to make some pastrami/corned wild turkey leg sandwiches with cream cheese on homemade sage and brown butter bread. I will certainly keep you posted. I'd love a deer but my God they are so beautiful and big, not that turkeys are not beautiful in their own way... Oh well, you know what I mean. This will be tough.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Kitchen Practice
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Same dish-another shot. |
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In this pic I cubed the shrimp. |
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Shrimp Noodles.
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I spoiled myself with lunch today! |
Friday, February 18, 2011
Dining In Literature.
November 5th 2002, I remember bits and pieces of that day clearly. It was an election day. When I got my coffee that morning I stopped on the street to chit chat with a co-worker about voting. I think that was back in the day when people had Obama signs for Senate in their lawn. That afternoon I headed off to work at Trio in Evanston a bit early because my motorcycle had broken down on the way to work the day before and I was meeting with a tow truck. I was waiting by my motorcycle eating a yogurt covered granola bar. It was chilly. I was tired. A couple nights before I had gone to a post Halloween party with Michael Carlson from Schwa who worked with me at Trio at the time and a couple friends from work and I still really hadn't recovered yet. The tow truck came and picked up the bike and I headed to work. We really hadn't started to get too much into service that evening. That was back in the day when Chef Achatz was just beginning, you know, I loved working with him so much because I loved the passion and creativity he applied to his work. I think it was the first time I really worked with someone who was doing what they were absolutely destined to do. He is and was very inspiring. So anyways not too much later my manager came up to me and told me I had a phone call. Immediately I knew something was wrong. I didn't have a cell phone yet so of course they would call my work but my friends and family knew not to call me there unless it was an emergency. Well it was, my oldest sister who was 39 at the time passed away. I supposed I remember all those minute details of the day cause as time went on I tried to time what was happening with her that day as I was passing through mine and the actual not knowing that simultaneously someone I loved so much was transitioning. It's eerie. Well, at the time I had just changed majors in school from Chemical Engineering to Fiction Writing. It was quite a change but I was unhappy with engineering and I think it was my time at Trio, seeing people do what they're meant to do which made me realize I should do something I believe in. I always loved reading and writing and I actually got into Chemical Engineering from having read Jitterbug Perfume, a book my oldest sister lent me when I was 12. Well, anyways, grief stricken I plowed into the writing. As an assignment for class, I don't know what the assignment actually was but I know what I did...I turned the entire dinner scene in To The Lighthouse into play format. My professor at the time loved it. This was the beginning of dining in literature for me. I've always loved writing and the restaurant industry but didn't see restaurant writing or criticism as an option for me considering I liked fiction. And however it's tough to become a fiction novelist. I tried a myriad of things after college to support myself while writing, from continuing to work front of the house positions at upscale restaurants like Alinea, etc, to even real estate. But I always ended up back in the restaurants, always having a dream of someday owning my own restaurant and being a writer. I remember the day Henry Adaniya of Trio interviewed me. He asked me why I was in this business of restaurants, 22 at the time, having been in restaurants since I was 15, a single young independent lady with a small voice probably sounded funny saying, I want to be a chef and writer and have a restaurant someday but I think that's what got me the job. He had this knack of seeing the potential in people. Anyways, I transitioned to the back of the house when I knew getting my novels published would still be ways away and I couldn't afford going to grad school to teach writing so that is when I began my business, One Sister. The duality of the name: one based on sustainability-that I started a garden and wanted to incorporate everything I grew or foraged myself into my foods while also obtaining as much as possible locally and organically so that I could respect our earth as I think it respects us-call it hippie-ish or whatever (it's true). And two: One Sister-for my sister, who beyond the grave has basically guided my life. That's what sometimes grief does to us, makes us who we are. And I just got into all that to explain a fun dining adventure I'd like to do beginning in May, after I take my week off of work, traveling and camping the woods for morels, is to have once a month a dinner that is extracted from a piece of literature. So often I'm reading thinking, yummm, sounds delish! Well. It'll be an abstraction and sometimes a dead on recreation of the meal. The first one will be To The Lighthouse since I'm so familiar. It's a great meal and a fun location so I think I can do a lot with it and so on. This is just for fun, no pretension, blah blah blah. Hope to have some of you.
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