Friday, March 31, 2006

go go godzilla!

pictures, respectively: jogger on the bridge at Point Park, giving love to the rosemary, truffle oil, what used to be a chocolate almond tart, vespas on the South Side.
















So, it's my other day off and I'm sincerely enjoying the lack of responsibility. It's a nice, rainy day outside, and I'm going to a party later where I will not consume alcoholic beverages, because, of course, I am a minor.



Anyway, things are well. Spring is here and means something in this part of the country. Yesterday I took a lot of time after school to wander around in the 70 degree, perfectly clear weather, and witnessed some truly magnificent things. Everything is coming to life at once, including the people here. Everyone seems depressed at the end of winter--in that slump everyone apparently goes into when it's still snowing in late March. Personally, I thought it was pretty sweet, which seemed to annoy people. They say I'm just not bitter enough about it yet. I say I'm awesome. Agree to disagree.


The other night I made some truly nice food. I was able to come across some Minor's Chicken Base, which is, if you're not familiar, really good. Think chicken bouillon cubes, but the main ingredient isn't salt. Bases are something Chef Hutchins taught us to take advantage of--making stock out of them alone is not that great, but you can supplement a weak stock with them, or use them to intensify the flavor of a soup or sauce. Unfortunately, I do not often have six-hour blocks of time to simmer twenty pounds of chicken carcasses with twenty pounds of mirepoix and a big sachet d`epices.











I was also able to procure some fresh rosemary and basil, some portobello caps, porcini mushrooms, dried shiitakes, shallots, leeks, some lovely white truffle oil, and some other odds and ends with which I made a very nice mushroom sautè and a leek rice pilaf. The pilaf is easy, and something I learned in school. But the mushroom sautè is a little something I've picked up from one of our dishes at work. To do it:

1. Get a whole bunch of mushrooms. All your favorites, and a large quantity. What looks like a lot now might just cook down into a few ounces of your main side dish--mushrooms have a high moisture content. Use portobellos (notice the spelling--this is a real eye-talian ingredient, people), porcinis (know that these are just baby portobellos and are considered a marketing scam by many chefs--I rather enjoy them due to the earthy flavor of the portobello in contrast with the smaller size and edibility of the stem, and they're cute as buttons), oysters, shiitakes, sheep's head, button, etc. If you're low on cash but feel like using something very nice, you can actually get very nice wild mushrooms in dried form. The other day I saw little dried up black trumpets (also called black chanterelles, or the trompete de mort in French cuisine) at the market. If you choose to use this product, all you must do is reconstitute them in enough warm water to cover for about twenty minutes. The drawback to this? Flavor seeps out into the liquid. Any chef mindful of conservation would save the rehydrating liquid, put it through a coffee filter, reduce it, and use it later as a deglazing liquid during the sautèeing process. If you were making some sort of mushroom sauce, you could even use a whole lot of this liquid as a stock, and supplement it with mushroom base.

2. Cut them up. Not too small--if you're fond of slices, don't make them any shorter than an inch in length. One of the nice things about very small mushrooms such as porcinis or sometimes shiitakes is that you can saute them whole, which makes a rather nice presentation. Don't scrape the gills out. I don't care what anyone says about the ugly color, the taste, the myth that they're indigestible. It's bullshit. Every single cell in that mushroom is the same, and it's a living thing. Eat it as such: respectfully and not wastefully. Even inedible mushroom stems can be made into soups if desired--the capacity of such things to give is endless. Anyway, set the mushrooms aside, and mince a generous amount of shallots, garlic, and whatever fresh herbs suit your fancy. If you use basil, chiffonade it. Put the garlic and herbs together but keep the shallots seperate.

3. Hot, slope-sided sautè pan, high-quality extra-virgin olive oil. Do not use the store brand, and do not use vegetable oil, for you will defeat the purpose entirely. Go to a local market and get something good. Olive oil is like wine--beautiful in color, aroma, and taste, and good for you in moderate amounts. If available, you should get something local. Always support local product. Right now I'm working on a bottle of some lovely stuff from a bread bakery in the Strip. Anyway, once you can see the oil shimmering under a bright light, you're ready. Dump the mushrooms in, all at once. If it looks like your pan's a little too small for the project, don't worry too much--remember that the shrooms will reduce greatly in size.

4. Stir the mushrooms around (don't flip them. there are some things you just cannot flip in a sautè pan for reason of sheer physics, and uncooked large pieces of mushroom are some of them.), and resist the temptation to add more oil. It will seem extremely dry for awhile because the flesh of the mushrooms soaks up fat. Once you get some heat into them, they will start to break down and release all that excess fat you poured in during your nervous cooking breakdown, and you will have deep-fried fungus crap. When you see the mushrooms getting darker and more moist, add all your shallots and continue to cook. It will likely take a little while, but eventually you will have evenly cooked product and translucent shallots, and you can add the garlic and herbs, and a good amount of salt and pepper; never be afraid to season, but always do so at the end. You can also deglaze anything that is stuck to your pan using your dry mushroom liquid, or if you opted not to use dry product, you can use some dry white wine. Adding the garlic and fresh herbs towards the end prevents the garlic from burning (becomes very bitter) and the herbs from losing their flavor. I see too often people buying a giant bunch of basil to put in tomato sauce, complaining that they taste no basil after they're done with their recipes. There is a point in time when cooking fresh herbs at which you have reached perfection, maximum flavor extraction, food nirvana, whatever--and after that, if you continue to cook them, they merely become black flavorless weeds. The taste is a living thing and will die if mistreated. Oh, and at the very end, put a nice pat of unsalted butter into the pan. Trust me.

5. If you're into this kind of thing, you can drizzle a little truffle oil--white or black, depending on preference--over your mixture before or after you plate it. Truffle oil is the nectar of the gods but it is potent, so don't use a tablespoon per portion. You'd go broke fast anyway at about nine dollars an ounce for cheap stuff. All you need is a drop or two to impart a wonderful aroma and flavor.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

So, I haven't written in awhile. No, I haven't found someone else. You know how devoted I am. I'm just... busy, that's all.

Basically, I've been going to school and nine and coming home at one in the morning from work for awhile, so I've just kind of been crashed while actually here. Today and tomorrow are my days off--they've giving me Thursdays and Fridays off until I get out of school because they understand I just can't get there in time to prep for high-volume weekdays.

Gotta go, more later!

Friday, March 17, 2006

Nothin' better than homemade honey wine and chocolate croissant before class.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Jack Daniels' rustic loaf!

Wow. Something is very strange about that bread.

Either someone spiked my starter, or that fermentation happened faster than I imagined.
Dough!
My kitchen is adorable.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

can I get an all day on what I'm firing?

Sorry for the recession into silence but I have been busy like never before in my life. In the weeds. My job at Soba is what I saw myself doing as a line cook--absolutely busting my ass. Today it was 2:30 in the afternoon to 12:30 at night. I was so sure I would get my ass handed to me tonight that I skipped my related classes to show up and start prepping. It was absolutely insane, and my first Friday night working my own station myself. I'm really loving it, though. And I must not be too bad at it so far; they ordered jackets in my size the other day, and tonight the sous said he'd like me to come in sometime on a day off for dinner on the house with a friend.

The whole pastry thing is working out quite nicely as well. This week it was some french bread and pizza dough followed by some soft rolls. On Monday it's cinnamon buns and coffee cakes.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

40 hours this week. I feel so accomplished.

I start baking and pastry tomorrow. I'm actually really excited--unlike some of my fellow culinarians I really love to bake. I think it's important for every cook to just take some time to bake something every once in awhile--it keeps one's patience from dying and is a good medicine for kitchen stress. To take a very objective approach to food preparation, measuring things in 1/4 teaspoons, whipping egg whites to a perfect peak, folding ingredients together but not overmixing, just sticking something in an oven and waiting for awhile is so the antithesis of a line cook's existence that it brings a little balance into our lives to do so.

Friday, March 03, 2006


Yeah, I finally just said screw it and cut the remainder of my long hair off. I realized that I've been snipping into progressively shorter styles since New Years and actually liking the change, so tonight I went for something that should end my woeful packing in of ponytails into skullcaps in the kitchen once and for all, or until I get tired of it. It feels really crazy, physically, but I actually like the look. I haven't had my hair this short since freshman year at KHS. I guess I looked so bloody stupid back then that I was always afraid to try the short look again. Besides, I can be a better revolutionary and star culinarian with my hair outta my eyes.

Thursday, March 02, 2006


Braised short ribs (boneless, sadly), roasted habanero mashed potatoes, turnips steamed and finished in olive oil and red wine vinegar.

it's true


Oh. Also, I have the sweetest coffee cups of any college student ever.

order, fire, pickup!


This is incredibly good. I've got Thursday and Friday off both work and school. I don't even know what I'm going to do, but it might involve the strip district around noon, parsnips, turnips, or rutabagas, and perhaps the catch of the day. I might see if they still have blood oranges. Either way I'm gonna replenish my produce supply forrealz.

In other news, linecookery at the kitchen of Soba Lounge is a rush, an experience, a gritty, painful, knee-deep-in-orders, breakneck speed, just plain badass time. I'm putting out better food, in higher quantities, at a faster rate. I get to use better product (cleaning black trumpets or chanterelles or giant oyster mushrooms with sautè dude, garnishing things with microgreens, working with duck, FRESH house-fabricated fish, pristine produce) It's an entirely different level of craftsmanship. I enjoyed the experience O&T granted me, and one must admit it's fun to lounge around and take care of a kitchen by yourself, but this is some hardcore shit. Today was my first working my station alone (I shadowed an experienced cook Monday and Tuesday), so I had to get used to the far more formal system of orders (terms like orderfirepickup, longfire, picking up, making up an elaborate system of keeping food to be fired on queue through an expeditor without having a row of tickets to stare at like an idiot) as well as completely learn the menu items I'm responsible for.

Basically, I'm responsible for the fryer, most of the small plates and appetizers, and a few grilled entreès like grilled salmon, ribs, and whole bronzini (head and all go on the plate, man. it's awesome). If the sautè guy is busy (or maybe he just didn't trust me with meat temps tonight) I handle filèts and stuff. But basically, it's really cool to still work a grill, and one that actually works at that.

Truly lovable food. Crabcakes, duck wontons, little chicken eggrolls, (all fabricated from scratch--I am going to get good at rolling eggrolls and shaping little wontons) a delicious way of preparing calamari (toasted garlic, mint, jalapeno brunoise, an uni (sea urchin roe) emulsion with lime slices!), a lovely mound of diced beancurd called Crispy Tofu, a lobster tail tempura with some sort of miso aioli and a strawberry-shiso sauce. Our own little pork potstickers. Crawfish futomaki, tempura'd by me and sent to the garde manger folks for sushi rollin'. Stuff with soul--not pretentious cuisine, just good solid ideas and interpretations with the right touch of flair. And I'm not just going to be rolling it out the window all day, sweating my ass off--we usually eat some sort of staff meal before service.

~do you dare me to dump out the cocoamotion?