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Sunday, April 20, 2014
Videos from People that Went to My Foodbuzz Panel Discussion Part 1 Risotto
During the recent Foodbuzz Festival, I had the honor of being asked to participate in a panel discuss on video blogging. I was joined by the lovely and talented, Pim from Chez Pim (and author of The Foodie Handbook), and future video blogging star, Sabrina from Rhodey Girl Tests. The panel was moderated by Krissy Wall, and you can see all four of us here (Im the bald guy on the right).At the end of the session, I told attendees that if we inspired any of them to make a video, to email me the link, and I would feature on the blog. Heres our first installment, a beautiful looking risotto demo, compliments of Edward from Weekend Food Projects. For more information, you can see the original post here. Thanks Edward! Enjoy!
Making Risotto
Panel Photo (c) Marissa from Where I Need to Be
Friday, April 11, 2014
CHOCOLATE CREAM CHEESE FROSTING FOR MY BIRTHDAY
Can it be my birthday again, already? They seem to come every six months lately. I usually treat myself to a baked goody on my birthday; come to think of it, it almost always involves chocolate, big surprise!! This is my favorite chocolate frosting, it is quick, easy, deliciously smooth on the tongue and it pipes beautifully!!!
¼ cup butter (warm but not melted)
½ cup baking cocoa
8 ounces cream cheese (room temperature)
1 teaspoon vanilla
4 cups powdered sugar
Mix the cocoa and vanilla into the warm (but not melted) butter, beat until smooth, set aside. Beat the cream cheese until smooth (scrape the sides of the bowl so that you get it all mixed), then add the butter-chocolate mixture and beat until it is all smooth.
Beat in the powdered sugar, one cup at a time, beating well after each cup until smooth and enjoy.
NOTE: If Im feeling adventurous, I add a little orange zest to this frosting.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
My Best Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipes
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| The best gluten-free chocolate chip cookie recipes on GFG. |
It's a cool rainy Sunday here in West Hollywood. I am sipping a hot coconut milk chai to the velvet croon of Chet Baker
. And I am thinking about cookies. Not just any cookies. Gluten-free chocolate chip cookies. The best of the best. Sifting through my variations like a saxophone player in the groove of a beat. How do I like them best? That is the question. Because cookies will be baked today. And I've got a handful of chocolate chip cookie recipes to choose from. I've got choices.Maybe I'll go with a classic style, bumpy with heavenly chunks of a vegan dark chocolate bar. Or the slightly chewy-crisp favorites made with gluten-free rolled oats
from Bob's Red Mill. Wait. But then I remember my buckwheat flour chocolate chip cookies. Slightly sweet and verging on cakey. Perfect with a glass of cold vanilla rice milk. And then, to make matters even more complicated, I suddenly crave my quinoa flake cookie dough seductively studded with dark chocolate chips.Decisions. Decisions.
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Friday, March 28, 2014
BPW My postcard Sorry Im late
Ill be sending this to....
Would you believe it if I told you how difficult it is to find picture post-cards in Bombay? Half the shop-keepers didnt understand what it meant, and the others looked at me as if I had gone mad !
One guy asked me if i wanted a Picture of a postcard and the other said, you are the first person who has asked me for this since Ive opened my shop. I had almost given up hope when my dad went looking around for this one, he finally got me two cards that depict Bombays important landmarks.
The other hurdle I faced was due to my own forgetfulness. I was at my moms place whole of last week ( celebrating Varalakshmi nombu and devouring kozhakattais and vadais ), i had forgotten to carry the cord that connects the cam to the laptop. Hence couldnt post a pic of my card...Boo..hooo
Meeta told me I could post it when i reached my own place. And heres it..Im sending to A...friend hahaha
Its a picture of Flora Fountain. Completed in 1864, the Flora Fountain was erected by the Agri-Horticultural society of Western India out of a donation by Cursetjee Fardoonjee Parekh. Built in imported Portland stone, but now defaced with white oil paint, it was originally meant to be named after Sir Bartle Frere, then governor of Bombay. However, the name was changed before the fountain was unveiled. It stood in the center of the town as it then was. Now this area is the heart of the business district of the town.
Flora Fountain-Then
Flora Fountain-Now
This is what Mumbainet has to say about this structure-
"This is the very heart of Mumbai, circumscribed by stately colonial buildings that stand like proud old sentinels of a bygone era. Flora is the Roman Goddess of Flowers, her pretty alabaster face continually assaulted by grime and pollution. Next to her are a pair of torch bearing stone patriots that rise from the Martyrs Memorial nearby. Flora Fountain is now called Hutatma Chowk or Martyrs Square to honour those who died in the tumultuous birth of Maharashtra State. All around the square sit Mumbais infamous vendors selling just about everything under the blazing tropical sun -- from cheap nylon saris and ballpoint pens to herbal remedies and sexshop gewgaws. Tooting horns and traffic complete the chaotic picture, but through it all Flora manages to retain her serene composure."
Monday, March 17, 2014
Garlic Parmesan Croutons My Beyoncé Imitation and How Did Cesars Salad Become Caesar Salad
There may not seem to b
e much rhyme or reason to the video selection these days, but theres a good reason for that. As Ive alluded to in previous posts, for the next couple months Ill be basically cooking only recipes that appear in the cookbook.
When I have a chance to turn on the video recorder, I will, and this crouton how-to is an example. During normal times Id probably not wake up inspired to film croutons, but hey, its better than another talking plate clip from YouTube.
In addition to what may be a useful recipe for some number of you, youll get my first and last Beyonce tribute. Sources deep within the music industry tipped me off she was planning a parody of my chicken wing video, so I wanted to strike the first blow.
Speaking of blow, virtually all salad dressing historians claim Caesar salad was invented in 1924 by Cesar Cardini in Tijuana, Mexico. It doesn’t appear on any written menus or cookbooks until decades later, and when it does, it’s called the “Caesar.”
What happened? I realize the inventors name, Cesar, is Spanish for the Latin, Caesar, but so what? The salad was invented by a Cesar, not Caesar. It’s not like it was changed to make it easier to say, or to Americanize it. Anyone have any ideas?
While youre pondering that one, why not head over to my American Foods site where Ive posted my version of Caesar salad dressing, and the same recipe that will go into the book. Any thoughts or corrections would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
Crouton Ingredients:
4 cloves garlic, minced very fine
1/2 cup olive oil
1 (8-ounce) loaf French baguette or similar style bread (for best results, use day old bread)
3/4 cup finely grated "real" Parmesan cheese (sold as Parmigiano-Reggiano)
1/2 teaspoon dried Italian herbs
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
pinch of cayenne
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e much rhyme or reason to the video selection these days, but theres a good reason for that. As Ive alluded to in previous posts, for the next couple months Ill be basically cooking only recipes that appear in the cookbook.When I have a chance to turn on the video recorder, I will, and this crouton how-to is an example. During normal times Id probably not wake up inspired to film croutons, but hey, its better than another talking plate clip from YouTube.
In addition to what may be a useful recipe for some number of you, youll get my first and last Beyonce tribute. Sources deep within the music industry tipped me off she was planning a parody of my chicken wing video, so I wanted to strike the first blow.
Speaking of blow, virtually all salad dressing historians claim Caesar salad was invented in 1924 by Cesar Cardini in Tijuana, Mexico. It doesn’t appear on any written menus or cookbooks until decades later, and when it does, it’s called the “Caesar.”
What happened? I realize the inventors name, Cesar, is Spanish for the Latin, Caesar, but so what? The salad was invented by a Cesar, not Caesar. It’s not like it was changed to make it easier to say, or to Americanize it. Anyone have any ideas?
While youre pondering that one, why not head over to my American Foods site where Ive posted my version of Caesar salad dressing, and the same recipe that will go into the book. Any thoughts or corrections would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
Crouton Ingredients:
4 cloves garlic, minced very fine
1/2 cup olive oil
1 (8-ounce) loaf French baguette or similar style bread (for best results, use day old bread)
3/4 cup finely grated "real" Parmesan cheese (sold as Parmigiano-Reggiano)
1/2 teaspoon dried Italian herbs
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
pinch of cayenne
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Cupcake Camp DC Help Me Choose My Cupcake Entry!!
September is shaping up to be a pretty busy month here for CupcakesOMG! and it hasnt even started. Between the three fall weddings that require my attendance, the end of my sales quarter, and the revival of pageant prep 2010 (better known as the Paleo diet), Im barely going to have enough time for my daily ritual of staring at myself in the mirror for 47 minutes to tell myself how pretty I am! It generally goes something like this:
I have, however, made time to add one more item to my busy September agenda: CupcakeCamp DC!!! I cant even BEGIN to tell you how excited I am for it.
CupcakeCamp is basically an opportunity for cupcake fanatics to gather in one space and coo and gorge on cupcakes aplenty. Sadly for all you minions, the free tickets are sold out, but you can still sign up for the waitlist (its how I got my baker ticket, after all).
Meanwhile, I have to formally submit my entry for judging. The question plaguing me now is what to bake? I finally decided on the chocolate peanut butter hi-hats for Kyle, but Id prefer not to do something chocolate. I wanna win this bitch yall!! I need something thats really going to stand out among the competish (and you can read what theyre bringing here), so Im taking any and all suggestions in the comments below!
Heres a few options to get your gears going:
Snickerdoodle (cinnamon sugar)
White Chocolate Raspberry
Matcha (Green Tea) cupcake topped with Strawberry BC
Sweet Corn and Bacon Cupcakes
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
My mother’s herring on rye
My mother invented this dish. It can be served as a cold main dish or as an entrée using small portions.
Herring on rye:
Slices of sweet, dark rye or pumpernickel bread
Marinated herring (about one fillet for each slice of bread)
Thin slices of sweet apple (about one medium Red Delicious for each 6 slices of bread)
Sliced banana (about one medium banana for 2 slices of bread)
Sliced hard-boiled egg (about one egg for each 2 slices of bread)
Sauce:
I am not going to give exact measurements for the sauce, as I never make it the same way twice:
Mayonnaise (about 1 1/2 tbs for each slice of bread, more if youre a sauce fancier)
Honey
Mild or medium hot curry powder mix*
Cream (optional, see instructions)
Mix together mayonnaise and honey until well blended. The result should have a mild taste of honey. Add curry powder to taste. (If you need a recipe to follow, use one for gravlax sauce, leave out the mustard and replace the dill with curry powder). If sauce is thick, add some cream or whole milk until it becomes slightly runny.
Arrange the herring, apple, banana and egg slices on the slices of rye bread and top with the sauce.
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*I generally abhor the use of ready-made curry powder, preferring to mix the spices separately into the stew at the right moment in the cooking process. This is an exception.
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Herring on rye:
Slices of sweet, dark rye or pumpernickel bread
Marinated herring (about one fillet for each slice of bread)
Thin slices of sweet apple (about one medium Red Delicious for each 6 slices of bread)
Sliced banana (about one medium banana for 2 slices of bread)
Sliced hard-boiled egg (about one egg for each 2 slices of bread)
Sauce:
I am not going to give exact measurements for the sauce, as I never make it the same way twice:
Mayonnaise (about 1 1/2 tbs for each slice of bread, more if youre a sauce fancier)
Honey
Mild or medium hot curry powder mix*
Cream (optional, see instructions)
Mix together mayonnaise and honey until well blended. The result should have a mild taste of honey. Add curry powder to taste. (If you need a recipe to follow, use one for gravlax sauce, leave out the mustard and replace the dill with curry powder). If sauce is thick, add some cream or whole milk until it becomes slightly runny.
Arrange the herring, apple, banana and egg slices on the slices of rye bread and top with the sauce.
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*I generally abhor the use of ready-made curry powder, preferring to mix the spices separately into the stew at the right moment in the cooking process. This is an exception.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
My New Arch Nemesis Dissident Chef
An old chef friend of mine sent me a link to this video, featuring the Dissident Chef, and his Clandestine Restaurant Movement. I thought I suffered from some serious delusions of grandeur, but this dudes in another league.My favorite line: "It’s your choice whether you want to let the rest of the world know we exist - its a great opportunity for a lot of people to really start to learn about what real dining is about." Take that, chefs that use your real names!
Ill resist the immediate temptation to "critique" this video, and its not-so-mysterious, sky-diving, cocktail-drinking, secret-password-giving chef/prophet mastermind - and will instead let you tell me, in your typically fair and balanced way, what you think of this.
By the way, since Im assuming this video is really some sort of desperate cry to be outed, if you know the identity of Dissident Chef and his band of merry faux-foodie hipsters, please do tell.
Photo (c) Dissident Chef
Saturday, December 21, 2013
On My Own by Alyssa Bichler
Our friend Tony Bichler sent this story over to us to post on our blog. It was written by his daughter Alyssa who hunted for Coues deer in 2007. As you can see in the pictures below, Alyssa was very successful on her hunt in Arizona. The most impressive thing about the story is that she had never hunted big game before. Not only that, she also did it on her own. Read Alyssas story and marvel through the eyes of a first-time deer hunter. Whenever we chat with Tony, he always brings up his kids and going hunting with them. Those are the kinds of stories we like to hear about. In hunting, the bonds created between parents and their children are relationships like no other.
My father woke me up early in the morning, by the time I got up the sun was already up and over our camp. My Dad told me to go hunt up this trail. I had my hunting pack which contained my knife, a 2-way radio, small lunch and some of my other girly things such as such as sunscreen a mirror, and hair clips & ties. Oh, and my 44 Mag Marlin. I walked off the trail about a couple hundred yards and I sat down on a rock by a giant dead tree that had fell over. I sat there for maybe 15 minutes until I heard leaves ruffle behind me. I quickly turned and saw a coyote running towards me. I was startled; he stopped right in front of me just to my right. I saw him sniff the air and then he ran to his right and left zigzagging away from me. I was surprised that he didn’t see me, my heart was pounding. I quickly called my Dad on the radio. “Dad, Dad, guess what, I just saw a coyote run by". My Dad replied " you should have shot him", since they kill baby everything. I then walked towards the way the coyote ran. As I was walking down a dried up creek, I saw a Coues deer. It spooked me, I wasn’t sure if it had antlers or not, but I saw its white tail. It looked like a bunny as it trotted away. I don’t think it saw me.
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Alyssas Coues Taken on October 12, 2007 Unit 27
Elevation 8000
Marlin 44 Mag 240 Gr. PSP
My father called me one night with a big surprise. He wanted to congratulate me for my winning lottery youth deer tag. It was such good news for me, but I was uneasy knowing that I have never hunted big game before.
My father woke me up early in the morning, by the time I got up the sun was already up and over our camp. My Dad told me to go hunt up this trail. I had my hunting pack which contained my knife, a 2-way radio, small lunch and some of my other girly things such as such as sunscreen a mirror, and hair clips & ties. Oh, and my 44 Mag Marlin. I walked off the trail about a couple hundred yards and I sat down on a rock by a giant dead tree that had fell over. I sat there for maybe 15 minutes until I heard leaves ruffle behind me. I quickly turned and saw a coyote running towards me. I was startled; he stopped right in front of me just to my right. I saw him sniff the air and then he ran to his right and left zigzagging away from me. I was surprised that he didn’t see me, my heart was pounding. I quickly called my Dad on the radio. “Dad, Dad, guess what, I just saw a coyote run by". My Dad replied " you should have shot him", since they kill baby everything. I then walked towards the way the coyote ran. As I was walking down a dried up creek, I saw a Coues deer. It spooked me, I wasn’t sure if it had antlers or not, but I saw its white tail. It looked like a bunny as it trotted away. I don’t think it saw me.
A few minutes later along came two bear hunters. I saw them first and radioed my Dad, and then they saw me and whistled. They asked me if I was hunting for squirrel. They were nice, and I told them that I was hunting deer. My father then told me on the radio that he talked to the hunters. He told me that they were hunting bears and turkey. I felt a little nervous when I knew that there were bears around.
I finally came to a closed in spot. I remember seeing a small cute little chipmunk on a stump. I watched it for a moment. I started to lose my focuse on hunting. I decided to sit on a comfortable rock, there I sat for what seemed like twenty minutes. I started to get hungry and I ate my bologna and cheese crackers that I had in my bag. Yummy! I could smell the sent from the bologna, I then thought that same coyote or bears would come by. So I then readied my rifle to shoot, and finished eating. My dad then called me again and told me that there were wolves out there and they were protected and illegal to shoot. "They are not afraid of humans" he said. That got me a little more worried and so I ate quickly and hiked back to camp.
I called my dad on the radio and said I can’t find my way back to camp. He then told me to shoot so that he can help me find my way to camp. After I shot he said I was west from camp, I was walking north when I saw the deer and the two hunters. I walked too far.
I finally found my way back. We all sat down for drinks and eat pistachios and more goodies. Everyone then wanted to sleep and it was just me and my brother. I helped him with his homework with reading three books and his math. I also finished my math homework. About two hours later my dad and everyone got back up and went hunting. My dad went his own way and my Chinese step mom and my brother Tony went there own way. I wanted to go with my dad but my dad gave me his GPS and told me to go sit on a stand near where I was before. I wanted to go to the place were I saw the coyote. I choose to start walking south-west. I wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t loose track of where my camp.
I walked about a mile from camp. I made sure not to loose my trail so I tried to remember were I was waking. I wanted to make things fun so I walked down on a log that led to the creek. I started to sing a song from the movie Pocahontas. I remember looking up and I saw trees that look like monsters from a far distance, but I kept walking. I walked up hill from my camp and the creek. I found myself walking in an open spot that I could see far off. I found a nice spot to sit under a tall tree for an hour. I pulled the hammer down on my 44 Mag and set it off safe, I wanted to be ready for anything that would come my way. I could almost see everything surrounding me. I then found my radio was really low on its batteries so I turned it off so I would have enough for emergencies. I daydreamed; I broke off pieces of a pinecone, twisting thin pin leaves and tied them around twigs. And I amused myself by stabbing dried up leaves with my wrapped up twigs. While I was playing, I remember thinking about my day at school the day before. How it was so embarrassing for me when I couldn’t remember my lines in our play. I would think about how my 15th birthday was coming soon. I remember watching the sun light on the trees fad away. I thought to wait until it got dark enough to see, but there was still light. Just for my one last time, I looked around for anything.
Behind me, to my right, I saw a deer walking towards me. He was eating grass and walking slowly. I was excited; so many thoughts went through my head at once. At first I made sure it had antlers. It sure did, big ones for its size! I was so afraid that it would see me and run away in a blink of an eye. My heat was pounding like a big drum I could feel my veins in my head pounding, my ears were getting hot. I tried to ignore my symptoms and tried to focus. I waited for it to walk in front of me. I knew I couldn’t just move right then in the open, so I waited for him to walk behind the tree. I didn’t want him to see me raise my rifle, he was so close maybe only 10 yards. I waited for when his head was hidden by the tree and then I raised my rifle, I didnt make a sound. He walked further past me/in front of me, I was thinking things like what if I hit him in the wrong spot, what if I miss and he runs, then what? I kept looking through my scope, I was surprised that I wasn’t all shaky while I was aiming and shot right when I was on target I squeezed the trigger. He then jumped about two feet. I saw fur fall fly off of him and he fell down, he tried to get back on his feet, then he fell again on his tummy. I remember him kicking and trying to get back up. He finally stopped and was breathing deeply. His tummy was moving up and down deeply in and far out like it was pregnant. I was still sitting in my spot until it stopped. I was shocked that it was just laying there. I walked up to him and poked him with the barrel of my gun. I was afraid that it was get back up and start kicking. I herd stories that deer would move again, he didn’t move. I then walked up further and looked at his eyes and ears and his antlers. I didn’t count his antlers points because I was so excited and in shock.
It was just me and my deer lying next to my feet. I then tagged him and grabbed my radio and called for my dad. But right then my radio would fade and then died. It was getting dark so I had to act quickly. I started thinking that the wolves would come. I started shooting in the air about ten time’s, thinking my dad would know that something was up. I then realized that that wasn’t going to work. So then I looked at my deer and took out my dad’s gps and marked it as "deern". I was so shook up that I just starting to hit random letters and trying it hit "mark." it was hard for me to think clearly since I was so full of adrenaline. I then looked for camp on the gps. Right then I looked at my deer and the direction to camp and ran back to camp. I followed my trail which helped; I walked up the log perhaps a mile back to camp. I didn’t stop running. When I arrived back at camp I could hardly talk. I shouted out "HELP!" they all were calm and asked what was wrong. The next thing I said was "I got a deer!" my dad freaked! He was so proud of me.
It was just me and my deer lying next to my feet. I then tagged him and grabbed my radio and called for my dad. But right then my radio would fade and then died. It was getting dark so I had to act quickly. I started thinking that the wolves would come. I started shooting in the air about ten time’s, thinking my dad would know that something was up. I then realized that that wasn’t going to work. So then I looked at my deer and took out my dad’s gps and marked it as "deern". I was so shook up that I just starting to hit random letters and trying it hit "mark." it was hard for me to think clearly since I was so full of adrenaline. I then looked for camp on the gps. Right then I looked at my deer and the direction to camp and ran back to camp. I followed my trail which helped; I walked up the log perhaps a mile back to camp. I didn’t stop running. When I arrived back at camp I could hardly talk. I shouted out "HELP!" they all were calm and asked what was wrong. The next thing I said was "I got a deer!" my dad freaked! He was so proud of me.
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