Mardi Gras/Fat Tuesday
Steve and I drove out 290 miles after school. He’s going to a conference and Mary and I are making it a mini vacation. She’s back at the hotel but we hoofed it .6 miles to South Street to Jim’s Steaks
Here is a cheesesteak with
Yea, we ate organic cheddar from Mercer County on the drive out bit tonight it is Cheez Whiz , baby. No provolone.
Plenty of grilled onions
More for Philadelphia tomorrow
Since we’re talking about meat…..
on the way home from school I stopped at DJ’s Butcher Block (Butcher Shop) on Penn Avenue.
What a selection of-
antibiotic free, local, grass fed, custom cut and ground meat.
There is also Amish Butter and Organic Cheese, one item I bought today was from Mercer County.
Local farms provide fresh eggs and rich milk that separates in a glass 1/2 gallon bottle (to be returned)
DJ the proprietor is a also a chef, trained at the Culinary Institute of America (I read in this Pgh CityPaper Article)
He knows what he is doing
for the vegetarian? A couple of vegetarians were in front of me buying sausage today.
Someone else was picking up a custom order of braciole.
You can get a Savory Meat Pie to take home and bake.
I bought a pound of the grass fed ground beef and made burgers which were delicious, fried up in a cast iron skillet.
During Little Italy Days I had photographed DJ at night. Thanks for allowing me to tour your butcher shop and photograph you again.
Erika and I went to order lunch at Hill’s Market in downtown Columbus on Sunday.
We were at the Deli Counter and I saw the Wild Boar Salami packages.
Printed on the labels it said Made From Free Roaming Wild Boar
so I asked the man making the sandwiches where the Wild Boar roamed free before they were made into salami.
He had no idea. I figured it wasn’t Columbus, local.
I picked up the package and read the fine print but no location mentioned.
It’s mentioned on the Creminelli website though- TEXAS!
Then I looked it up on the internet and it says there are “wild pigs in FORTY FIVE states” (USA)
I remembered hearing Wild Boar in the Grafenwoehr trash in Germany, scraping a jar or a can along the concrete walk in the middle of the night. And going to the Wild Boar Park in Germany, seeing baby wild boar. Ate a plate of Wild Boar meat at a Boar Fest, remember his snarly face on the spit. Ugh.
Anyway the packages in the deli case got me wondering about Wild Boar and where they roamed free in America.
Have you seen any wild boar lately?
Thanks to blog followers who shared their thoughts and comments on Feb 15th post Share Your Cookbook Shelf and to the two below who emailed photos of their cookbooks.
“This is about half my cookbook collection. I have over two hundred altogether. Another bookcase this size and lots of little stacks around the house. Last year I decided I would pick a cookbook a month and make five recipes I’d never tried. I did not complete the task every month but it was a lot of fun trying.”
just half? Thanks for sharing your photo, Colleen.
and from Euthemia who says “My favorite cookbook is 660 Curries”
plus another photo of her three shelves of cookbooks
Euthemia sent this photo of her three shelves filled with cookbooks.
and here are a couple of photographs of my old cookbooks, a bit grainy in the low light shot with the iPhone
My parents spent their wedding night at The Palmer House in Chicago Illinois, August 28, 1939. I remember my dad said they ate Tomato Soup. The next day they took a train to New Haven where they would live for the next three years and they didn’t get a sleeper car but sat up (less expensive).
I bought the The Palmer House Cookbook on ebay and it is signed by the Head Chef Ernest E. Amiet in 1940 when it was published. I googled him and couldn’t find any further reference.
Ready to whisk eggs before scrambling,
adding some grated cheese, freshly ground pepper
It was the colors in the light that caught my attention.
What’s on your cookbook shelf? These days, many people are cooking from recipes on the internet instead of cookbooks.
Did you ever discard or pass on a cookbook and then later regret your having gotten rid of it?
Diets, tastes and trends change over time. I have a wooden box of my grandmother’s recipes but I’m not making them.
I always enjoy reading a cookbook in bed, planning meals or dishes to try. Thinking about entertaining. What I usually end up doing is making the same things over and over again for the most part, not using a recipe.
Comfort foods as of late, with the ongoing winter temps I feel motivated to cook hearty meals- and eat them!
Here’s my sister’s cookbook shelf in NYC. You might remember seeing her kitchen. I love the Coldweather Cooking book and have a copy myself. I love to bake the Brown Mountain Cake out of the Farm Journal Country Cookbook. The Fannie Farmer makes me think of my mother’s Boston Cooking School Cookbook, tied with a ribbon.
I open old cookbooks, find a handwritten note or a yellowed recipe between the pages, see my mother’s hand- memories of my childhood or my children’s childhood, recipes past, present and the ones I’ve clipped for the future (always heavy on the desserts!)
I’ll share my cookbook shelf another post. Hope you will share your cookbook shelf photo.
It was hard to get it all in one shot, it’s a tight space!
-or save them first and then heave them after they get a bit furry in the fridge.
Or eat them cause you feel it a duty, but not enjoy them wholeheartedly?
How do you feel about leftovers? Does it depend on the type of food saved?
Today as I drove home after school, I thought about the spaghetti sauce in the fridge and although freshly made pasta is preferable, warming up a bowl of leftovers with hot sauce poured over top was incredibly satisfying.
A little fresh grated cheese. Mmmm. Eating my way through winter…………..
Didn’t have to start a meal from scratch and it was a relief to know it was there waiting on a shelf in the refrigerator. I looked forward to eating it again.
I thought the spaghetti sauce tasted even better today.
Some people don’t enjoy leftovers or being served leftovers for supper.
And true, certain dishes are better than others in the leftover department. Chili seems to improve, the flavors marry as they say.
I know I have wrapped things up and put them away or I have saved food in a little plastic container and forgotten all about it and then when I unearth it, it’s inedible and needs to be pitched. Storing in clear glass is key to seeing what is there to eat.
Does gender make a difference in leftover preference? Do you have a limit as to how long you will keep a dish?
When I did some research on leftovers I found an article about how Americans waste about twenty pounds of food each month. Yikes, that seems like a lot and is a disgusting statistic. So wasteful.
Growing up you were encouraged to consume everything and clean your plate. My mother had a book as a child The Sunny/ Sulky Book and one of the naughty kids (the book could be turned upside down to read about the good children) always took more on his plate than he could eat. One night he was visited by a Fairy-Eat-It-All in a dream and given a spoon to consume the mountain of food he had wasted. Eyes bigger than his stomach situation I guess.
A moral tale.
One time I posted how to revive a piece of leftover cake
A welcome gift. Fancy fresh fruit. Perishable, DO NOT FREEZE the boxes state.
Tonight as I cut up a couple of perfectly ripe pieces for the family to share, I remembered another fancy apple I ‘d cut with the apple sectioner at home in Pittsburgh. Steve’s former colleague had shipped them and his former boss sent some succulent red grapefruit.
Our cracker selection a bit pedestrian but paired well with the cheese and fruit.
Each apple wrapped in green tissue, cradled in a partitioned box, accompanied by a handwritten map telling which type of apple was in each space. Refrigerate upon receipt.
Here in Ohio there were juicy pears in gold foil papers, sheets of green foam cushioning their journey from Oregon.
A box of oranges are in the garage keeping cool.
Doesn’t fruit always taste better when someone else cuts it up and places it on a plate?
You might remember a similar photo of a cut pear from a 2012 Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise post -
Okay, it’s not good for you. I know it! Beanie Weenies.
Here’s the recipe. Cut a package of hot dogs like coins.
Throw in pan and turn up the gas flame.
Open can of beans
and pour over sizzling “meat”.
Simmer and serve.
Buttered toast on the side optional.
Yep, it’s dark outside, every day getting shorter and shorter and the winter looms. (actually today felt like Spring so let me think of a different excuse)
It’s easy. You have it in the house and don’t have to go to the store.
And you have a taste for something simple that isn’t good for you. It’s on your mind.
My friend said you can go through a lot, getting to what you wanted in the first place.
Make it, eat it, be aware it isn’t a healthy choice.
My vegan, veg, Paleo, Primal, non-processed food, gourmet bloggers, and real- food conscious friends and family will have to avert their eyes today.
I think it is the lighting from the range hood that gives it the unreal color cast. I hope.
For those followers who celebrate traditional Thanksgiving this Thursday……which is your preference?
Fresh, Frozen or Veg?
Sunday afternoon at the car show in Columbus, Ohio-
my son Mark saw this sign, photographed it and sent it to me on the phone.
I’ve not seen a sign like this before, so maybe it is new to you, too!
Katz’s Deli in the Lower East Side of Manhattan.
My sister took me there for lunch on Thursday. We shared a hot pastrami on rye with both fresh and pickled pickles. I’d never been to Katz’s before but would definitely go again. Everyone gets a ticket upon entering. You have to show it when you leave and pay, even if it is blank like mine was as Mary treated.
I sat at the table while she got in line for the carver to carve the meat. I can tell you the sandwich was delicious. as were the accompanying pickles.
A huge menu and lots more to order but half a sandwich was plenty. A nice woman let me photograph her matzoh ball but I didn’t think the photo looked good enough to post.
Before we went, Mary answered my query by googling and finding the chow hound telling the difference between pastrami and corned beef.
While we were there she pointed out the sawdust on the floor. Lots of celebrities photos and neon beer signs from floor to ceiling.
I’d heard of the slogan- Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army but didn’t remember the song which is also my sister’s reference. Thanks Mary.
A popular spot for lunch. Fellow diners at the deli.
Hot Pastrami on Fresh Rye as photographed by my iPhone.
Two kinds of pickles. both delicious, iPhone shot again.
You can order a six foot sandwich to go for $275
(Took this with the Canon 5D 50/ 1.2L lens, no flash)
Packing up the six footer in a special box. Plenty of muster and mayo went with it.
Send a Salami to Your Boy in the Army
Food eating contests aren’t really my thing- in fact, I don’t understand the urge to prepare and practice for such an event! Or what one might feel like afterwards.
But today when my sister pointed out this sign, I tried to fathom what the numbers meant. And the countdown ’til July 4th is visible on this sign.
My sister found a stat on a guy who in 1972 ate 19 and in 2012 the guy ate 68! That’s quite an increase in consumption.
Did I mention that this effort takes place in TEN MINUTES time??? I don’t even want to witness this contest in person but I find it amazing that it exists.
You don’t just show up. You have to qualify. Joey Chestnut has been winning since 2007 but competition is nipping at his heels.
There’s a female champion, Sonya Thomas.
A little controversy- this guy’s photo was removed from the sign in 2011 and last year Takeru Kobayashi wasn’t allowed to compete and ate hot dogs on the rooftop in Manhattan? Check out his other food competitions if you wish- includes cow brains and Twinkies but not eaten simultaneously, different contests at this link. My sister said when he is not competing he eats cabbage and fasts. Good plan.
He pioneered the Solomon Method- break in half and eat both halves at once then eat the bun. (or something like that)
You can jump and down while you eat them. Or sway side to side.
Mary found the sign AFTER we had each consumed one hot dog with sauerkraut and mustard. I was reminiscing about visiting Nathan’s on Coney Island with my 3 kids in November 1991. When we were there at Thanksgiving the place was deserted.
And if hot dogs aren’t for you there are the frog legs….
(note the calories listed on each menu item)
My colleague brought me a dozen fresh eggs from her chickens. Thanks S.
I loved how each egg had a date written on the end. I made an omelet this Saturday morning with some Cabot Creamery Extra Sharp White Cheddar. Maybe a tad too much butter. Couldn’t cook and photograph with the cell phone simultaneously. I was told you want “sound” when the eggs hit the pan.
I know the chickens are well cared for and eat organic feed. Fresh eggs make the best omelet. It was delicious. If I were a true photographer I would have made a neater looking one and photographed it again but no one else around to eat the wrinkled one. I went on Google images to see how my omelet fares by comparison and I think it is fine. These eggs are too precious to waste.
Yes, a little too much butter. Eat the toast with jam no butter due to excess amount on the eggs!
Hiding the imperfect folds with the farm grain bread toast. Now to polish the French PepperMill that was a wedding gift in 1974.
When I got home from school, Steve asked me if I wanted to go eat at the Thai Cuisine Restaurant in Bloomfield. Bloomfield is considered the Italian section of the city and I have blogged the Italian Festival and scenes from the Bloomfield Bridge.
On Liberty Ave at Pearl Street, across from the Bloomfield Laundromat,there’s delicious Thai food in this wonderfully Italian neighborhood.
I was so tired when Steve suggested going out to eat, I thought about lying down and taking a rest instead.
Fortunately, I decided to take him up on his offer and am I ever glad I did. He’d brought home take-out from this restaurant before but had never dined in. He told me how nice they were to him and always remembered his name.
It’s BYOB. They have a vegetarian menu,too. The service -friendly and nice, the food fresh and perfectly prepared. Very tasty. The decor and ambience clean and comfortable. Love the cloth napkins.
We enjoyed our dinner tremendously.
We ordered two dishes to share and the brown rice. There are curries and appetizers, soups and salads and desserts. Spicy Basil Fried Rice seems to be a favorite in the reviews. The YELP reviews = overall four out of five stars. The Urbanspoon seemed quite favorable and highly recommended by the City Paper Critic, too
Ginger Roots Onions, Black Mushrooms, Broccoli, Carrots, Red Pepper, Green Pepper, Snow Peas, with Chicken
Classic Shrimp Pad Thai
The view from my seat in the front window booth.
And the high gloss lacquered table reflecting formerly St. Joseph’s Church
Our server rolled all the silverware in wonderful cloth napkins- stacked and ready to go
And Steve took a shortcut down the alley to get us home. Love being a passenger so I can photograph with the good old iPhone camera. Did not take my regular camera to dinner.
Late Sunday afternoon, I drove across the river to shop for dinner ingredients and some fruit for lunches this week. The larder was looking a bit sparse. It was either go shop or eat another grilled cheese and/or egg sandwich. M and I had just talked on the phone, earlier in the day about wanting a real meal. She was thinking Thanksgiving like. I opted for meat and potatoes.
At the meat counter I asked the butcher for two petite steaks (on sale). Not too big. It’s funny about meat. Sometimes it actually turns me and I can’t even think about eating it, and other times I am actually craving a serving. It was one of those days of wanting it. Not thinking about it having a face.
Came home and sautéed an organic yellow onion in some Amish butter and then sliced up a box of fresh mushrooms. Baby Romaine salad with Steve’s favorite brown Clamato tomato( I swear they look chocolate) and a drizzle of olive oil and red wine vinegar. Garlic smashed Russets.
After I plated the food, I used the phone to capture the dinner. Feeling ready for the start of a new week, fortified.
Some of the family is eating gluten-free. You might have seen the crumbled cake top from the other day (which was delicious)
And the family is trying to reduce intake of refined sugar. I wanted to bake something they could eat if they wanted to do so.
My mother used to make this with regular sugar when I was growing up. I just switched to the coconut palm for the body of the cheesecake pie and used a bit of maple syrup for the sour cream topping. I used FULL FAT cream cheese and sour cream. Some free-range organic eggs
I made this for Saturday night after Thanksgiving
This is a crustless pie. Not too sweet. It looks like it has a brown crust but it is just the butter browning the edge and the color of the coconut palm sugar. It’s an iPhone photo today.
Here is the recipe.
Butter a glass pie plate. Heat the oven to 325 degrees. I baked this one at 350 and the electric oven where I was staying is hotter and faster than mine at him and I think it was too hot for it. I think that is why it had more cracks than usual.
Mix well 2 -8 oz. packages of cream cheese (room temp) with 3/4 c coconut palm sugar
Add 3 eggs. Beat well. Add 1/2 teaspoon pure almond extract. Mix.
Pour into the buttered pie plate. Bake for 45 minutes.
Take out of oven and let it sit for about 5 minutes, it will deflate and a crater will form for the topping, forming a “crust” without crumbs.
Spread on a topping mixture of 1 c sour cream, 3/4 teaspoon vanilla and 2 Tablespoons pure maple syrup
Bake for 5 more minutes.
Cool. Serve with sour cherries or fresh blueberries or strawberries or eat plain. Put it in the fridge when cool.
Photographed at Kennywood Park in West Mifflin PA when the family was here this summer.
A nice couple let me photograph their fries. (with cheese)
The condiments still-life was from a different concession- The colors are what caught my eye.
And my son pointed out the pile of Idaho potatoes, catching the late day light.
The family was waiting to ride the Turtle.
the close-up crop of above photo Here is the salt and fat.
Spin around and upside down.
And butter! Erika, Anna, Maura and I ate out one Friday night at The Lakes. Good etiquette training, too. The “boys” were at a Cleveland Indians game.
Thanks for following, looking, commenting and sharing. I appreciate your writing emails and sending photos to me.
Three years ago today I started the blog.
This is the 1027th post as I didn’t postaday when I started, it was just random.
Thanks to the nice mom and dad who said I could blog their baby eyeing the pizza from Late Night Slice and great idea SIL James.
* The Boa Constrictor’s name is Sally May*
Pittsburgh Steelers T shirt by 8 Bit Apparel
Vintage and Handmade Jewelry by Katie Guagenti
Camera Onesie by KLZART
And you can see This Guys Art on Cardboardmetravels.com today
It’s hard to keep this friend anonymous since her name is on the cake. In chocolate letters!
Ellen is a blog follower and I hope she doesn’t mind….
Colleagues, family and friends gathered together to honor Ellen today. Effusive praise and accolades aren’t what Ellen would wish for but let me just say – there are thousands of students who have benefitted from having been taught by her in her classroom.
I didn’t see the smiley face on the cake until I looked at the photos.
Jean-Marc Chatellier baked this and decorated it so beautifully. It tasted delicious, too.
(You remember the colorful macarons?)
Enjoy your retirement Ellen. You deserve every happiness! A job well done.