Saturday, November 28, 2009

Operation Cassava Melon (shake-a-shake-a)

Step One: Enjoy your Thanksgiving.

Step Two: Take turkey carcass. Lovingly remove flesh. Place bones in stock pot. Boil with celery, carrots, onions, thyme and rosemary.

Step Three: Strain stock. Use heavenly turkey water to flavor polenta, risotto, sauces, stews.

Step Four: Notify long-distance boyfriend.

Step Five: Wait.


Love ya' Honey!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Chocolate: The Sequel

Evidently, le boyfriend was only getting started with his first shipment of chocolate! Hard to believe, seeing as the first batch was truly a smörgåsbord of the world's best bars. Over the course of the past few years, however, I have never stopped admiring H's assiduous curiosity, thoughtfulness, and generous affection. Alors, more chocolate followed on the heels of the first. In thanks, a review!

Dole's Waialua Estate 70%: Yes, made by Dole, makers of canned fruit and raisins; but don't judge based on the brand! This is an absolutely delightful bar. It arrives as five ten-gram bars, the perfect size for tasting. The taste is rich and fruity. However, in comparison with the bars which followed, the Dole bar had a powdery flavor, more like cocoa powder than smooth cocoa butter.

Rogue Chocolatier Rio Caribe 70%: Like the Rogue Hispaniola, the texture and physical properties of the Rogue Chocolatier product are exceptional. For it's melting properties, tempering and presentation it is the best chocolate available. The flavor of the Rio Caribe is lower in profile than the Hispaniola, like an oboe as compared to a flute. They both sing, just at different registers. It was delicious, and indulgent in a way that only deep, creamy chocolate can be.

Francois Pralus Republique Dominicaine 75%: I have a new lover. No no no, H isn't going anywhere. I mean a new chocolate love. A new relationship in cocoa. It is this bar, made with organically grown cocoa, grown in Madagascar with trees from the Dominican Republic, processed in France, consumed in America. Ahh, the taste of organic chocolate, with the heady overtones of jet fuel. No matter, this bar is so divine that it will banish all thoughts of melting ice caps for those of melting chocolate. Like the Hispaniola, this bar has fine, sharp berry flavors. It is a more finely tuned instrument, however, than the Rogue chocolates. Each note is in perfect harmony. It made me eat chocolate like a kid, one grand corner snapped off, then another, until half the bar was gone!

Now that's something to be thankful for this season.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Portrait of a Lady and a Tramp

I was relishing and basking in glory of the last post, perfectly content in having that be the first one that the world would see, but that would be selfish. So, I have created a tribute-to-us post for my honey pumpkin.

Make no mistake. This is the tribute post.

Put on your goggles or your face will be ripped off.

I present Exhibit A: a story from a British news source (doesn't really matter which one). In case they take it down, I have reproduced the epic story below.

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Boxer dog adopts a goat
Thursday, February 28, 2008

With a name like Billy, this boxer was perhaps destined to be mates with a kid.


The pet dog has become a father figure to baby goat Lilly after she was tossed out by her mother.

'They sleep together and even clean each other,' said owner Katherine Tozer at her farm near Buckfast-leigh, Devon.
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Let me take a step back.

"Hunh!"

(I'm not as young as I used to be. (Also, there is no step back like a James Brown step back.))

I was inspired to find something online worthy of my sweetie pie, so naturally I typed in the normal happy couple searches to see how we fared against the recommendations ("check, check, got that going on in spades, check, you must be crazy Cosmogirl!") and use the article like a bingo board (you draw your own conclusions (fine-- naturally, I bingo-ed the crap out of the Internet)).

So I had to go bigger. Like... Greatest Of All Time big.

"G.O.A.T."

Cycling through my google results-- results like the Ultimate Goat Fansite-- I found a pic that could express my boundless love for my one and only: Billy, the goat-adopting boxer.

I felt the love. But I also felt that certain things needed to be changed to better express... my world. Behold Avalon:


You see, it's very symbolic what I have done. The symbolic red lips and shoes. The symbolic tie and black box. The symbolic big yellow star. But most symbolic are the polygon happy faces-- why is hers a decahedron and mine only a pentagon?

It's because she is my better half (and here, we define "better half" as "my face only has half the number of sides n as hers does" (don't think about it too hard-- nothing romantic ever stands up to the light of reason (and it's because love is an impulse, unplanned inspiration huh-ha!)))

Baby, I would totally clean you. (And please immediately see above for boxer-goat-owner Katherine Tozer's comments before you clean my clock. (Romantic, right? Right? Anybody?))

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Rogue Boyfriend

This will happen to you. If you have a boyfriend - not just any boyfriend, but the extra-sweet, absolute-top-of-the-heap-best-boyfriend-in-the-world (patent pending) - he will send you chocolate. It will arrive by air, by foot, by mail. You will think that there couldn't possibly be more on the way, but there is. Ding dong! That's your doorbell ringing. And at your door is a man standing with a bag of hand-wrapped chocolate bars from your nearby chocolaterie.

You, knowing your boyfriend, will understand that these are more than chocolate, it's fruit! Or rather, the fruit of your boyfriend's labor. You see, said boy does everything at full throttle, and has been impelled by his nature to track down the most special chocolates from around the world. In gratitude, you will endeavor to consume them with the same care it took to find them. With seven bars, comparing them will be a heroic effort ("I didn't mean for you to eat them all at once!" he'll mention later (by the way, "at once," refers to the span of two weeks. It may seem like a long stretch, but this means half a bar every day)). You are undaunted. THIS IS SPARTA!

It was a most delicious marathon. The taste of chocolate - mingling with the taste of victory - is sweet indeed. With that, here are the fruits of my labors.

Amedei Chuao and Amadei 9: From Tuscany, the Amedei breed of chocolate is one of the world's best. The brother and sister duo of Alessio and Cecilia Tessieri put exceptional care into the full process of chocolate making, from the growth and protection of the cacao trees to the final bar. Neither the Chuao nor the 9 is poor. The Chuao single-origin was named by the Academy of Chocolate one of the best single origin bars in 2006, and the 9 won gold for 2009. However, at 70 and 75% chocolate, respectively, they hit the palate hard. Dark chocolate is lovely, but these two bars lack sufficient sweetness to balance well. Like a well-made cup of espresso in which bitterness is balanced by sweet crema, chocolate needs a sweet side.

Amano Cuyagua: Like Amedei Chuao, Amano's beans are from Venezuela. Perhaps it's just the difference between South American and African beans, but like the Chuao the Cuyagua lacks sweetness. This is chocolate for goodness sakes, it's supposed to be a delight to eat, sweet and smooth! And the bar is so thick it requires decidedly ungraceful maneuvers to eat, and takes quite a while to melt. Meanwhile, the shards of chocolate sit in your mouth, like those wax lips which used to be popular at Halloween. Remember how they took forever to become something edible (well, chewable, not edible), and in the meantime you had to loll them about in your mouth, waiting for some form of flavor to emerge while the wax heated up?

Amedei Porcelana: What is missing from the Chuao and the 9, the Porcelana variety more than makes up for. The chocolate is dark (70%), but is rounded and smooth in flavor. This is also a 2009 award winner, but is a step ahead of the other varieties thanks to it's balance. Cherries and sweet port are the flavors here. Absolutely delicious.

Patric Madagascar: Like the Porcelana, the Patric chocolate has a lush berry taste to it. Even better, the Patric chocolate is shaped in a thinner mold, allowing the chocolate to melt more quickly than the previous varieties. Now, I know what you're thinking: that's less chocolate! Yes, sometimes that does mean less chocolate. But this is more than compensated for by the sensation of the quick snap and liquification of a thin bar.

Chocolat Bonnat Asfarth: Chocolat Bonnat. I've given these bars to others as gifts but never tried one myself. From now on, few of them will escape me so easily. While this bar is 65% cocoa, and therefore in a category somewhat distinct from the others, it would be sinful to omit it from any list of fine chocolate. It is Hersey's for grown ups, the ultimate sweet. Weighing in at 100 grams, twice that of the other bars, it is absolutely indulgent. So sweet, one expects caramel to come oozing out of the joints, but that loveliness comes directly from the beans, so don't worry about stringing caramel all over the place!

Rogue Chocolatier Hispaniola: How does one express perfection? Since no words could depict the exceptional nature of Rogue Chocolatier chocolate, there is nothing left but to beg, exhort, plead with you to buy this bar, and experience it yourself. It is flawless. Delicate, sweet and balanced, the ultimate chocolate experience. Please, keep this small batch maker in business. I, no, the country, nay, the free world depends on it!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Small Cool Apartments from Apartment Therapy

Some fun things going on here (chalkboard paint in kitchen), but a little overdone: http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/small-cool-2006-entries/finalist-4-jane-darkos-cozy-thicket-007907

A full list (scroll down): http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/house-tours/new-york-citys-smallest-homes-059303

More commentary to come?

Monday, October 19, 2009

Seattle

moody moody moody city
softly gray greening-blue
one embrace

Sunday, October 18, 2009

If Ever

My future kitchen is decorated with the found shopping lists of Simon Attwater.