This cute sugar sachet makes me smile.
It’s even prompted me to change my desktop background to this awesome print:
Can food be art?
I don’t mean can the food you eat look pretty and balanced in a tower shape or sprinkled with edible glitter.
Can a cabbage be paired with something other than boiled ham?
Cabbage does sometimes feature in interesting flower arrangements…
But, specifically, would you hang these in your living room?
I found these two pieces of art hidden away in one of stalls in the back alleys of the Saint Ouen flea market in Paris.
Definitely an unusual stall: it also contained a stuffed and splayed alligator.
I say no to mister croco and a definite maybe to the cabbage art.
I’ve been writing essays for weeks on end.
Scratch that, I’ve been trying to write AN essay for the past couple of days and have finally finished it and handed it in. YES.
During the essay season it’s hard to take forever making your meals without feeling like you’re seriously just procrastinating. Case in point- deciding that stock cubes or store bought foods are no longer handy feeds but horribly bad bad BAD for you (and it’s important what you eat, you’re studying) and so commences the crazy “I must go to mister butcher first and ask him for many things for to make my stock for to then make my complex meal containing at least 6 different components and colours”.
No, things must be quick and snappy.
I present to you a mish-mash of my American Christmas care package:
Truly an awesome combination. Super quick to make.
My housemate and I have just signed up to what is quite possibly (according to me) the coolest thing ever.
Dublin Milkman (awesome awesome awesome) is a new company that delivers the Sunday Times, a loaf of bread AND a litre of milk to YOU on Sunday mornings for 6 euro a week. In a box!
I’m in love. I don’t have to leave the house now. Ever. And so long as we have eggs, and copious amounts of cinnamon, I’ll be sorted with a diet of French toast for days.
I’ve been very bad.
Despite my blogging about other awesome food exploits, I have yet to thank my awesome Aunt in the U.S. who graced me this Christmas with the following bestest of tasties from the homeland:
Much Thanks and love!
I have an awesome food story. Tapas-specific.
I’m just back from my little sister’s two-day birthday trip to London. My sister’s not a really big foodie, so, for her actual birthday day lunch we went the rainforest café where the food was pretty subpar but the frozen margaritas were awesome (no photos of them though- I was too caught up in the atmosphere- raaaarrrr (jungle noise)).
Anyway, back to the food awesomeness that I simply must share.
So the day before her birthday, in search of food, we happened upon this fantastic Italian restaurant called Bocca di Lupo where we ordered the following:
I’m not sure how many people out there are into steak tartare, or rather are willing to try it, (insert serious need to post about amazing steak tartare from Paris to convince everyone in the world ever to try it) but this is a whole other caboodle. This is not just raw meat, but it’s raw meat that hasn’t had capers or egg yolks or anything fanciful seasoning wise to alter its taste. The fact that it hasn’t even been seriously minced or grinded to smooth out the texture- OH NO.
But, my sister (a far more acclaimed meat eater than i) was all about it, so we tried it.
It was beautiful. It’s weird to write about meat and its texture being soft and almost silky (?), but it was divine. From what I could gather from mister waiter, the meat had been seasoned only through oils plus a little salt and pepper. But when simple seasoning works, it really works. There were no overpowering flavours but it was something that you wanted to eat heapfuls of on crunchy thin slices of toasted bread, but also very much conserve because of the limited amount on your small tiny plate. Recommended- definitely.
This was like a stew and pasta in one. Or maybe that’s because of my new found association of ox cheek with stews.. The dish had really rich, almost dense flavours with just enough shreddings of ox cheek and large clumpy gratings of parmesan- my favourite type. Although that would slightly lead me to believe that everyone else would think there would be too much parmesan on the dish (Honestly though, I like going to Italian restaurants and asking for extra parmesan on pizzas and watching the waiters face as they keep adding more and more to my pizza… until they’ve emptied their bowl o’ parmesssano and I haven’t said “stop” yet).
No, I’m sticking with what i wrote, the more I think about it the sauce was really similar to what you’d expect a super reduction of stew turned sauce would be. SO GOOD.
This dish was actually quite surprising. The thin strips of fennel, cooked aldante, delivered a really refreshing bite to the intense scrummy yummy creamy creamy creamy risotto. I liked it.
Maybe I just hadn’t noticed the description when we ordered this from the menu, yeah okay so that’s a lie i didn’t at all, but when it arrived I expected it hot and was surprised to find something seemingly mushy and cold. But after trying again- I was definitely converted to the mushy soft cooked ways of chilled romanesco broccoli and parmesan. I’m not sure exactly how it was seasoned/cooked but however it was I want to learn how. The broccoli mushy bits created this cool almost minty burst and then the parmesan was this brilliant opposing salty goodness. I will try to make this.
Completely my sister’s choice- I wasn’t super happy when we ordered it nor was I pleasantly surprised when it arrived and I had tasted it. Maybe surprisingly, but my issue with this was not the “served pink” bit at all, it was more the idea of eating Christmas in a sausage.
Although it was a nicely cooked sausage, which clearly had used very good quality meat- I was quite perturbed by the nutmeg and cinnamon. It was the only thing we didn’t finish.
There were only three of us and the portions were so spot on and the food so filling and scrumptious that we nearly didn’t have room for desserts. But then we changed our minds:
Does what it says on the tin. Bloody delicious.
You can’t go Italian and not have gelato. Though weirdly enough, although the caramel ice-cream was mouth-watering, I think they forgot about the persimmon and we may have just gotten only caramel gelato. But we weren’t complaining.
Cicchetti – the Italian word for tapas. You should try it some time. They’re frickin’ awesome.
Wait, can you still call it tapas if it’s not Spanish cuisine?
Computer says yes.