Showing posts with label Words to Live By. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words to Live By. Show all posts

Thursday, December 1, 2011

We All Need A Little Nourishing

As the seasons change and the weather gets cold, it’s time to fire up the stoves.  This means it’s time to tell you about how we’ve been cooking lately. Nourishing Traditions, by Sally Fallon Morrell outlines a diet that, quite simply, makes an awful lot of sense to us! 

“The premise of this book is that modern food choices and preparation techniques constitute a radical shift from the way man has nourished himself for thousands of years and, from the perspective of history, represent a fad that not only has severely compromised his health and vitality but may well destroy him; and that the culinary traditions of our ancestors, and the food choices and preparation techniques of healthy nonindustrialized peoples, should serve as the model for contemporary eating habits, even and especially during, this modern technological age.”



Now, we’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about the general state of health in this country, and, if we’re being honest, we’re not too happy about it.  Friends and family around us are getting cancer, kids are overweight and suffering from diabetes, and (has anyone noticed?) now everyone is allergic to everything!?  What is going on?  It’s clear that we are doing something wrong.  For all the “progress” and “technological advances” that our modern society boasts, our low calorie, low fat, low cholesterol diets don’t seem to be living up to their hype.  Not surprisingly, these “low” products are also usually highly processed.  They resemble very little the original forms, and are nutritionally lacking. 

A traditional diet, on the other hand, is characterized by being nutrient dense, which means you can eat less, feel satisfied, and get the nutrition you need to fuel your active lifestyle.  Plus, no surprise here, foods made with eggs, butter, simmered stocks, and animal fat taste delicious! Butter is your friend!  You won’t even miss that processed white flour and refined sugar.

Here are the first 5 (of 20 each), of the guidelines for the Nourishing Traditions diet.

Dietary Guidelines
 

1. Eat whole, unprocessed foods.
2. Eat beef, lamb, game, organ meats, poultry and eggs from pasture-fed animals.
3. Eat wild fish (not farm-raised) and shellfish from unpolluted waters.
4. Eat full-fat milk products from pasture-fed cows, preferably raw and/or fermented, such as raw milk, whole yogurt, kefir, cultured butter, whole raw cheeses and fresh and sour cream. (Imported cheeses that say "milk" or "fresh milk" on the label are raw.)
5. Use animal fats, especially butter, liberally.



Dietary Dangers

1. Do not eat commercially processed foods such as cookies, cakes, crackers, TV dinners, soft drinks, packaged sauce mixes, etc. Read labels!
2. Avoid all refined sweeteners such as sugar, dextrose, glucose, high fructose corn syrup and fruit juices.
3. Avoid white flour and white flour products.
4. Avoid all hydrogenated or partially hydrogenated fats and oils.
5. Avoid all refined liquid vegetable oils made from soy, corn, safflower, canola or cottonseed
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Although many of these ideas are not new to us (nor to you, we’re guessing), it’s inspiring to see them laid out in such a way so as to allow traditional eating to become a guide to eating well.  By taking time to consider what we eat, and make more conscious decisions about food, we can feel better, eat better, and purchase better.  Personally, as carnivores, we’re prone to like guidelines that encourage eating meat!
“These traditions require us to apply more wisdom to the way we produce and process our food, and yes, more time in the kitchen, but they give highly satisfying results  - delicious meals, increased vitality, robust children, and freedom from the chains of acute and chronic illness.”  Did ya hear that, folks!?  More time in the kitchen! Music to this gastronomista’s ears!

In the spirit of more time in the kitchen, here is an oxtail soup recipe that, while time-consuming, is totally worth the effort. We think you and your guests will agree.  Oxtail soup can be found in food traditions around the world.  This version is in the German style.  The broth is thick and hearty with paprika, Madeira and cream to fortify. Garnish with a dollop of crème fraiche and some chopped fresh parsley.

Oxtail Soup Recipe
Iris Café
Serves 6 as a first course

    For the bones:
    * 2-3 lb. oxtail bones from the butcher
    * 1-2 lb. soup bones

   For the stock:
    * 3-4 Tablespoons butter or marrow drippings
    * 1 - 2 leeks, cleaned and sliced
    * 1 - 2 onions, chopped
    * 3-4 carrots, sliced
    * 3-4 stalks celery, chopped
    * 1 parsley root or parsnip, peeled and chopped
    * 1 Tablespoon ground paprika
    * Salt
    * Pepper
   
    For the spice sachet:
    * 2 bay leaves
    * 5 whole cloves
    * 5 juniper berries
    * 1 stalk fresh thyme or 1 tsp. dried thyme
   
     For the roux:
     * 3 tablespoons butter or marrow drippings
     * 1 Tablespoon whole wheat or unbleached  white flour

     To finish:   
    * 3/4 c. cream
    * ½ cup Madeira

    * To serve:
    * Crème fraiche
    * Fresh chopped parsley


Directions:

Roast the bones at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. Let cool slightly and pour into a heatproof container. Refrigerate until fat and marrow have congealed.      Remove bones and set aside the marrow drippings. These may be used as a cooking fat for any future use (especially when making the stock).

Heat marrow drippings in a stock pot and add paprika, then all chopped veg.  Season to taste with salt and pepper. Sautee the veg longer than you normally would (you are going to discard the vegetables, so you just want their flavor, without worrying about overcooking).

Add the soup bones and marrow bones, as well as the spice sachet.  Add water to cover the bones.  Let the soup simmer all day if possible, adding more water if necessary.  Then strain the broth and set aside.  Refrigerate until the fat has congealed and you can remove it (otherwise your soup will have an oil slick on it).  Once cooled, pull the meat off the oxtails (or, for effect, leave the oxtail whole, as in the photo, and let the guest remove the tender meat) and add to the broth.  Discard the spice sachet and cooked veg.

Melt butter or marrow drippings in the same pot you used for the soup (don’t wash it, those flavors are good), over medium heat and add the flour. Whisk the flour as it bubbles in the butter, letting it thicken slightly.  Once it looks dry (about 5 minutes), start pouring in some of the soup broth, whisking constantly.  Once you have about 5 cups of thick roux, let it cook down for 10-15 minutes on medium-high heat, then add the rest of the broth. 

Finish the soup with the cream and the Madeira and adjust the seasoning as necessary.  It should have a little kick from the paprika and black pepper.

Garnish with a little dollop of crème fraiche and some chopped fresh parsley before serving.

Bon Appetit!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Reminiscing on the Milkshake

We here at Gastro HQ are longtime fans of the Milkshake.  The Black Sesame, the Tart Strawberry, the classic Chocolate.  We are also fans of the Milkshake, and bringing all the boys to the yard.




So needless to say, we can appreciate the Short Imagined Monologue by Jeremy Richards, as we imagine how we, cultivators of the proverbial milkshake, may reminisce in years to come. 
Now on McSweeny's.


For your reading pleasure:

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An Aging Kelis, Years from Now, Reflects on a Milkshake Long Expired, but How the Boys, Ah, the Boys Remain.

BY 
Jeremy Richards
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A soft pool of light falls across a corner of the stage. Enter KELIS, slow but matronly, rubbing her arthritic hands and staring off into the distance.

KELIS: It was … how long ago? No matter. The recipe is now public domain. Bananas, vanilla ice cream, pumpkin-seed butter—yes, that was the mystic green hue, the aftertaste of autumn, the chill beyond the tongue. Despite the hubris of my youth, I honestly don’t know if my results were better. Yes, I’ve had my challengers. Is preference inherited? Is it desired? What I do know is this: the grass is flattened out with the shapes of tents, and, simply, there is no more room in my yard. So it is with regret that I ask you boys to now leave.

Go on now. Please. I can no longer tolerate your patience, and the icebox is on the fritz. Perhaps—and it sounds callous, but I don’t know your intentions—perhaps this is what you were waiting for: Raymond passed on two months ago. You know something? He was lactose intolerant. That’s true, no, that is indeed true. Shame, shame, shame.

Do I teach? What do you mean, do I … oh. Oh, no, I could never live up to that promise, either. The milkshake is not learned. The milkshake is the cultivation of a suffering given way to risk—to pick up all that remains, stuff it down with a wooden spoon, and blend. This is why no one can re-create my lure. Now that I think of it, there was also this—there was the prayer I murmured as I held down the cover and pressed that button: Lord, please make my yard a beacon, make my yard a crosshatch of clover and grace, a place where those boys gone crazy over my milkshake may come to find shade. Amen.

And they came. Yes, Daniel, you were the first one to come in search of my milkshake. Still thirsty after all these years. But I appreciate that, I do. And then there’s … oh, Lawrence, I’ll never forget when you came to my doorstep with that bouquet of plastic straws. Oh! How I blushed. Yet you, too, went without a taste. Remember how I said, I said, “Once you get involved, everyone will look this way”? I was talking about you, Clarence, and you, Mitch, and Frank, Henry, Jack, Trevor, William—all of you got involved, like it or not.

And now, like it or not, you must find another yard. You must stop drinking from the hose and climbing the poplar tree. I have stopped charging, for I never really charged in the first place, and nothing I promised was ever mine to offer. So why? Why the promises? Sometimes I’d ask myself the same thing. Sometimes I’d push my hand into the blender before the shaking was done, dangle my fingers near the blades, then stop.


Kelis, In Youth:

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Edible Bites - Anna Garforth

Sometimes wisdom comes in rare forms - rare forms that make you listen that much more.  We've been fans of Barbara Kruger for a long time - an artist who used the word as a medium - an artist who made us think about who we are as women and how we participate in society around us.

Today the lettering is ever-popular.  In the age of the computer, it seems people have fallen out of love with the pixel, and are veering towards hand-lettering.  Ah yes, the return of craft (we've been waiting for you, good friend).

We turn to Anna Garforth - an artist who is using different mediums to form typography.  Her work is smart, witty, and in this case, tasty.

Her Edible Poster spelling out "Bite off more than you can chew" - a good mantra in life, we think.  And it's made out of cookies.  yes. please.





And what the heck: A few more of her pieces (non-food related) after the jump:

Thursday, April 14, 2011

HuffPo: Spring Cleaning! 5 Kitchen Tools Every Gastronomista Needs... to Throw Away

Ah, Spring! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, our kitchen is...

A mess.

An overwhelming, drawer-bulging, disorganized mess. Our motto with food is often, "more is more," but when it comes to our kitchen, our cabinets overfloweth, and our anxiety groweth.

Thus we present to you a short guide to help other Gastronomistas separate the wheat from the chaff. We suggest you grab an Extra Large Hefty bag and get to tossing!

The Apple Slicer



We’ve got to hand it to this gizmo - it makes a pleasing sound when tossed backwards over our heads. Otherwise, we can’t see how this item is useful. When it’s new and sharp enough to actually cut through an apple, it will unfailingly leave you with at least 30% of the core. After 5 uses, though, it no longer even deigns to slice without prodigious elbow grease. Our advice? Pick up a knife. Or, hey, get a little wild - eat that apple whole!

The Rice Steamer



Ah, the Rice Steamer: a large, cumbersome, plastic device that takes up a lot of space and makes only rice. Guess what else is a rice steamer? A pot. A pot is also kind enough to agree to cook other things, from stews to pasta. Kick that rice steamer to the curb. Think of all of the cabinet space you'll free up for genuinely useful items.

The Tea Ball



This item is perfect for tea enthusiasts who love picking leaves out of their teeth. The concept is great, and we adore the lack of waste, but sadly, this item just never, ever works.

The Salad Spinner



We know we will incite the rage of many home chefs by insulting this item, but hear us out. Our kitchens just aren't that large. A Salad Spinner is. Use a colander and a kitchen towel to wash and dry your leaves, then reward yourself by buying a nice big salad bowl that you suddenly have storage space for.

The Egg Cracker



Cracking eggs! SO HARD, are we right? No... we're not. If you can't successfully crack an egg without a spring-loaded device, please, for the sake of us all, get out of the kitchen. Run, don't walk. The infomercial for this gizmo is very useful, though... for a laugh.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I'm O.K, You're O.K.

For as long as we can remember, we've been suckers for packaging. The marriage of food and art appeals to a slew of senses - when a treat for the tongue doubles as a feast for the eyes, the pleasure is exponential.

Which is why we experienced an unexpected jolt to the taste buds recently while perusing a friend's bookshelf. After thumbing through the usual suspects - Faulkner, Salinger, Hemingway, etc. - we were surprised to find a gem - Ghost World, the acclaimed graphic novel by Daniel Clowes.


An unexpected memory smacked us on the back of the palette: OK Soda!


Way back in 1993, when the soda wars between Coca-Cola and Pepsi were still raging, each corporation was scrambling to diversify, to find a magical new product to corner untapped market share. Pepsi tried, and failed, with Crystal Pepsi (ick). Coke introduced a sequel nobody asked for: Coke II (ick II).

What is a mega successful beverage company to do? There were so many soda drinking mouths going devastatingly unquenched! So many dollars not being spent on fizzy drinks! Such tragedy.

Coca-Cola decided to take on the largest - and most confusing - group of new consumers: Generation X. Marketing executive Sergio Zyman discovered that the second most recognized word in the world is "Coke." The first? "Ok."

Time magazine published an article at the time that asked, with a severely raised eyebrow, "Will Teens Buy It? Coke's new OK Soda uses irony and understatement to woo a skeptical market." But Coca-Cola boldly marched on with a formula for the disenchanted demographic: "(OPTIMISTIC / IRONIC) + (SPECIAL / ORDINARY) = “OK-NESS.”

OK Soda debuted in 17 test market cities in 1993, including our hometown. Lord knows we didn't need any more soda - just ask our mothers or dentists - but that can! It was bold, and different, and gorgeous! That can was irresistible. We had to have that can.

Coke had somehow managed to convince reclusive comic artist Daniel Clowes to design the packaging for OK Soda. Clowes built a cult following of Gen X'ers with his meticulously detailed, serial comics featuring angsty young folks as they slogged through the malaise of post-adolescence. His illustrations were perfect for the blithe, wry campaign. They were also arrestingly beautiful masterpieces of pop art:



Part of the appeal of OK was that it didn't take itself too seriously. The labels were littered with silly mottoes and charts. Clowes played with the frame of the barcode.


Some cans had spaces for note-taking.


The marketing campaign was equally unique and playful; customers were encouraged to call 1-800-I-FEEL-OK and interact with a variety of messages that ranged from ironic to absurd. Ads and cans detailed "coincidences" of "OK-ness," apparently sent in by OK Soda drinkers. Fizzled Out has a great two-part compendium of all things OK. We suggest you take the Personality Survey to judge your current level of "OK-ness."

Sadly, everything was not going to be OK. The citrusy cola failed to make a splash, and Coca-Cola killed OK Soda in 1995. Gen X-ers moved on to other beverages that appealed to their demographic, like, oh, we don't know, beer?

So whether you hail from Gen X, Gen Y, or Gen Why Not?, treat yourself to a dose of OK-ness by sitting down with a copy of Ghost World, popping open a cold one, and marinating in nostalgic existential crisis. After all, it has been said that "A day without OK-ness is like a day without 'day.'"

Images via Fizzled Out and Flickr

Friday, March 25, 2011

History Lesson: Henri IV

Bonne cuisine et bon vin, c'est la paradis sur terre.
Good food and good wine, these are heaven on earth.
The quote is attributed to Henri IV, le bon roi, a Huguenot for the history books. He was right about a lot of things in his time - religious tolerance, marrying Medici women, ending civil wars - but the aforementioned piece of wisdom is one for the ages. And not a one of us at Gastronomista HQ would dare to think otherwise.

But even bon vivants get the blues. Cramped in small offices, staring at computer screens until our eyes glaze over, we often forget that all we need to bring some cheer back into our lives is a good meal and a bottle of wine, preferably shared with friends whose sparkling wit helps smooth away the dull patina of the work week. Sometimes all we need is a little reminder.

The secrets this little bird could tell you.

Enter Paristic, an inventive French e-commerce site offering alternatives for wallpaper at a fraction of the price. Graphic Montmartre skylines, trompe l'oeil window decals, a string of birds on a wire, these large-format stickers are a welcome addition to any room in the house - ok, ok, apartment (can't a girl dream?) Think of them as giant Post-It notes gently reminding you that there's always something to look at outside your window, that beauty can be found in unexpected places and, occasionally, that one cooks pasta by first choosing a large pot.

We like these for the kitchen:


How to cook pasta

The Fab Five: Rosemary, Coriander, Anise, Parsley, Tarragon

Cupcake Corner



The definition of kitchen
Translation: Kitchen.
Room of the house where one cooks things. To bring provisions into the kitchen. Kitchen utensil. Chef, garcon, kitchen helper. To build a kitchen is to provide sustenance. In a new house, one must first build the kitchen. Good food and good wine, these are heaven on earth. Henri IV.
Like we said, lest you forget.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Beautiful Strange

In Japan, it is referred to as wabi-sabi, an "aesthetic centered on transience... of beauty that is imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete." Derived from Zen Buddhism, the concept appreciates asymmetry and uniquity, and pays homage to the fact that nothing is perfect, nothing lasts, and such traits are facets of true beauty.

German artist Uli Westphal has clearly cultivated his own appreciation for wabi-sabi, as evident in his ongoing work photographing "Mutatoes" - gorgeous, alien fruit forms culled from local farmer's markets.


Sadly, with the homogenization of conventional produce, it is becoming more difficult to find such specimens in our own markets. Which is why we'll be buying Westphal's brilliant poster, now available on his website, to pin to our kitchen wall.


Bad hair day? Bags under eyes? Crooked features? You're no freak - you're a beautiful Mutato.

On second thought, perhaps we should hang the poster on our bathroom mirror...

Monday, October 18, 2010

Sans Caramel

Maybe we've got a sweet tooth right now, but this hand lettering is looking mighty delicious.  Made by Czech design student Marta Maštálková.  So so sweet.




Thursday, May 6, 2010

Thursday, April 1, 2010

A Coop for a Queen

Mughal emperor Shah Jahan built the Taj Mahal for his beloved.  What a man.

Beloved Chickens - we too would build a palace for you, a modernist testament of our love.

Dutch designer Frederik Roije has beat us to the punch, designing a Breed Retreat - the most beautiful chicken coop we've ever seen.  This stunning piece of architecture could easily push us over the edge and inspire us to finally get a few of those feathery-feeted beasts - and a coop to boot!











And finally, a love poem:


As grains in the cornfield, for thee have I shucked,
Words of love do I offer, yea of praise and renown,
Winged yet earthbound, as seraphs cast down,
To thee have I whisper'd, to me hast thou clucked.
Pulchritudinous poultry, from beak to thy legs,
To gaze at thy galliform soul is to sing
Of the unbested arm and the untested wing;
I toast thy fowl beauty as I toast thy fresh eggs.
Say not love is folly 'twixt chickens and men;
For hath not my heart forged a bond with thy breast?
Yea, a thick bond, which thickens, like mud in a nest,
And quickens my pulse for thou pullet, thou hen.
O chicken, surpassing the swallow or dove,
As thou swallow my corn, spurn not my love.

                            
                                           -Sean Gleeson

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Thou Shalt Not Go Hungry

A short made by the group Global Mechanic featuring the fifth of the 10 commandments.  Be prepared to be mashed for thy sins.

The 10 Commandments: No. 5 Thou Shalt Not Kill from Global Mechanic on Vimeo.


Found via my love for you is a stampede of horses.  gracias.

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