Gilding the Lily since 2006
“ew..i hope this happens to your unborn child as well” – Anonymous This was a comment left by one “Anonymous” regarding my recent Pig Roast 2009 post. I let that one marinate for awhile, wondering whether or not I should ignore it, delete it or …
After two weekends in a row hosting parties at our house (and all the fretting and prepping and feverish house-cleaning that it entails), I needed a few days’ recovery to revel in inactivity. This quickly descends into crippling laziness, as is its wont, until I …
Awhile ago, I made poutine with sweet potatoes and veal demi glace gravy. Oh, man, was it ever a delight. A bit more recently, my good buddy Marc at the stellar (yet erroneously-named) No Recipes made it also, but one-upped me by photographing it like a genius (seriously, steam shot and everything). When I noticed the linkback in my Sitemeter readings, I took a look at my old post from last November and remembered that I’d threatened to make this with turkey leg confit leftover from Thanksgiving. Of course, I totally forgot to do that, and hi. Here we are.
Technically, this probably can’t be called “galvaude” because I used duck instead of turkey or chicken, and I omitted the peas (some asshole is also probably gonna swing his/her peen around about this not really being poutine, either, since I used sweet potatoes instead of regular potatoes), but honestly, who gives a shit? It’s French fries with gravy and cheese curds. It has duck confit on top. SUCK IT. And after I confited the duck, I oven-roasted the fries in the hot duck fat. I used sweet potato again because they really are just more nutritious and tasty, but I have to admit that they have a hard time holding their shape after they’ve been essentially poached in duck fat. Next time I’ll fry them on the stove top to get the proper crispness. Beef demi gravy and local white cheddar curds, and we’re laughing.
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If anyone has noticed or cares, I’ve been lagging on the blogging in a big way. I just can’t pretend to care that much right now, but it’s not you, I swear. I just am such a dipshit these days. It’s strange what hormones do to the female brain, but each time I do cook, I forget to shoot it. For fuck’s sake, I made mac and cheese with brie last weekend and forgot to photograph it. I have a couple things lined up, but who knows when I’ll get around to it. I’ll try to at least be present when I can, but I just have a lot of other shit going on right now, and ice cream makes a fine dinner.
Smear this on a toasted (and buttered) English muffin with strawberry preserves or marmalade. Imagine sweet tahini, but black. It’s like Taiwanese Nutella, or a non-grainy adzuki paste. I bet it’d be great rolled up in some strudel dough with pears and a little cinnamon.
Yes, this is what I have to show for my weeks of absence. It’s all I can muster. I don’t know why I feel like I have some ‘splaining to do every time I take off for awhile, but I guess that’s just how committed …
Sometimes good barbecue doesn’t reinvent the wheel. Sometimes it doesn’t even require you to go outside. I shredded some leftover roasted chicken (it had been marinated in a garlicky gochujang barbecue sauce) and warmed it in some basic hickory barbecue sauce with a little apple juice and a splash of sweet balsamic vinegar and served it on a soft wheat bun with a slice of good ol’ Tillamook cheddar and some sautéed onions. So simple and unassuming.
Okay, the slaw isn’t literally made of apples, it just contains some apples. This is the way my mom always made it (she added raisins, too), and it’s the way I like a basic cabbage slaw. A nice, creamy mayo-vinegar-sugar dressing, shredded cabbage and chopped apples. Yum.
Corn is totally not in season yet, not here anyway. But I can’t get enough of the fresh ears showing up in the store. And lord knows I love a good compound butter, but sometimes a girl only needs a little butter, crunchy salt and pepper on her corn.
Serve with an ice-cold strawberry lemonade (mix fresh strawberry puree with Newman’s Own virgin lemonade).
Yay! Summery weekend weather started on Friday, and the lovely log of French goat cheese that’s been languishing in my fridge got its day in the sun. The first good heirloom tomatoes starting showing up in stores, and I was powerless. An eggplant and a …
Yay! I’m over the (first) hump and can eat real food again. I can cook it too, without being too tired or tummy-achy to stand or smell food aromas hitting my face. But I’ve had to start out slow. I’ve sort of lost my groove, …
Sorry for the lag in blogging over the past few weeks. It’s not even that I’m too busy this time, it’s just that I’ve cooked exactly twice since the halibut post (grilled cheese with tomato soup and penne with jarred tomato sauce, though that hardly counts as cooking). I am nearly over my first trimester and should be getting back to normal very soon. God, I hope so.
People are always interested to know what a foodie craves when she is pregnant. “God, what does Heather crave,” people ask Scott. Well not much, I’m sad to say, not yet anyway. Here is some of what I’ve eaten over the past few weeks:
I guess that’s enough confession. Try not to judge me. Progesterone’s a helluva drug.
It always pleases me when I fiddle around with ingredients and find out that it’s already a Thing. The curried fish with tomatoes and creamy sauce I was thinking about turned out to be the Indian dish machhli tamatar, fancy that. I’ve been craving Indian …