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Creativity Sparks

Dali Themed Street Art. Creative.

I went to a book club a little while ago. It was full of strangers. I’ve never, in my life, done that before. We had an amazing conversation and I left completely creatively energized. It wasn’t just that I was using my critical thinking skills for the first time in months, but that I was trying something new. I realized that I needed to do lots more of this sort of thing--  not in the interest of 'self improvement' but simply for the sake of experience. For fostering creativity. For enjoying life. So I came up with a list of “Creativity Sparks” (i.e. stuff I’ve never done before but am going to try in  order to keep  my brain excited and to experience new things) Hey if Stephen Fry can get pierced, I can find things I've never done!

I’m not calling it a ‘bucket list’ because I don’t care if I do or don’t do these before I die. Dying is not the point. Some are little things, some are big life altering things. Some are free and some make me thankful I have no kids in need of a college education. 

I think I know which one I’ll start with, but I’m not sure. I don’t even know how closely I’ll be keeping track, hell I don’t even know how many items are on this list! (Just counted... 64) Here I go. Here’s to creativity!

Ride in a hot air balloon
See the northern lights
Take a sailing lesson
Write a book
Have a conversation in a language other than english
Send a message in a bottle.
Ride a camel (or elephant) etc
Take a ballroom dance class
Learn to play a musical instrument
Take a singing lesson
Make a complete fool of myself
Eat at the French Laundry
Learn to juggle
Learn to drive a stick shift
Spend three months getting my body into athletic shape
Go fishing and eat my catch
Ride a motorcycle
Work on a farm for a day
Learn a new skill (no idea what yet)
Make soup dumplings
Run a 5k (not walk)
Find a food I've never eaten and eat it
Go to a jazz show
Play a game of ice hockey
Go horseback riding along the beach
Learn to ski
Take a fencing lesson
Go on a helicopter ride
Sleep overnight on a train
Collect fresh chicken eggs from a nest
Go to the Galapagos Islands, Ecuador
Try a new restaurant in San Francisco
See the Parthenon in Greece
Go to Gaudi's La Sagrada Familia, Barcelona, Spain
Read Moby dick
Visit the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, Italy
Spend an afternoon in El Prado in Madrid, Spain
See "Guernica" by Pablo Picasso at the Museo Reina Sofia
Spend a week in Bora Bora
Attend a Japanese tea ceremony
Learn to sculpt
Learn how to perform a magic trick
Learn to knit one thing
Make cheese
Watch lawrence of Arabia
Face a fear (not sure which one)
Become financially literate
Go to an auction at Christie's or Sotheby's
Sleep in a castle
Create a well-stocked pantry
Go to a yoga class by myself
Become an 'expert' at something
Write an article and have it published
Register for NaNoWriMo and write a novel in one month
Do NaBloPoMo for one month
Write a cookbook
Audition for something
Travel to another city to go to a concert/show (performer TBD)
Try fugu
Get a tarot card reading
Get hypnotized (for what I have no idea)
Eat something I've grown
Travel solo (even a day trip)
Get rid of 100 of my possessions

 

So what about you? You have a list? 

EB

Munch, Munch, Munchery

You’re staring off into the void of your grey cubicle walls and you suddenly realize that your fridge at home is empty and it’s raining out. There is no way you’re hoofing it outside to pick up dinner after you finally make it home. Take out? Greasy Pad See Ew again? No. Not again. How about Orange-Dijon Pork Tenderloin, Roasted Asparagus & Herbed Quinoa or a Caramelized Onion, Goat Cheese, Zucchini Galette? Followed by a Pistachio Cake?

That’s more like it. Enter Munchery.com. Food delivery by personal chefs.

I ordered Grilled Hanger Steak with Risotto, "Hen-of-the-wood" Mushrooms, Fennel, Parsley oil and Beef Jus plus an Award Winning Old School Chocolate Chip Cookie. It really was just like takeout but much fancy-pantsier.  It was clear that instead of a spork and a packet of sauce, this dinner called out for a glass of wine and a cloth napkin.

All nice and neat

I followed the reheating instructions and arranged my plate. Gorgeous. The beef was perfectly cooked and seasoned. The texture of the risotto was a little underdone, but the flavor was fantastic. I was pleasantly surprised by the parsley oil.

Mmmm... dinner

The cookie was seriously delicious. It was chocolate chunks with a little dough holding it together—definitely a melty-chocolate, finger licking experience.

All in all I really enjoyed my Munchery meal and I’m sure I’ll order from them again. The food was fresh, tasty and a great departure from ordinary take-out. I also love that you know who is cooking your food since you can read up on each chef.

For people that don’t cook, this would be the perfect ‘come to my place for dinner’ date meal option or just a way to add some luxury to your life by ‘hiring’ your own personal chef.

For a limited time I can give you a referral code for 20% off if you’d like to try the service. Just shoot me an email! Only available in San Francisco.

 Enjoy!

EB

*** Full disclosure: Munchery gave me a credit to try the service and asked only that I give them my thoughts on the experience. No write-up required. 

 

Southern Goodness

There is a southern restaurant in my neighborhood called The Front Porch. Their specialties? Fried chicken, grits, pickled okra and banana pudding. Delicious, rightly rich banana pudding served in a small Ball jar. I'm sort of addicted to it. Ok not sort of. Completely. The other night, while gorging myself of a serving of the pudding I decided that it just had to be made into a frozen treat. I make my own vanilla wafers but go ahead and use the boxed ones. They are just as delicious.

Banana Pudding Ice Cream

1 cup whole milk

2 cups half & half

3 large egg yolks

3/4 cups of sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

2 bananas cut into slices and smashed

1 vanilla bean with seeds scraped out

Pinch of nutmeg

2 cups crushed vanilla wafers

Place the vanilla bean and seeds into a medium sauce pan. Warm the milk and half and half on medium heat don't let it boil. Beat the yolks with the sugar. Add the yolk mixture to 1/2 a cup of the cream mixture, then whisk the egg mixture and banana mush into the remaining cream. Simmer the mixture until it thickens (to the point where it will coat the back of a spoon). Stir in the nutmeg and vanilla. Chill completely then freeze according to your ice-cream maker’s instructions. About five minutes before the ice cream is finished add the crushed wafers.

That's it. Enjoy!

EB

Sad State of Affairs

Sad isn’t it? For all my spouting off about CSA boxes and big Sunday meals and the goodness of fresh ingredients…. that is my fridge. AND I don’t live alone. That is a two person fridge. No I’m not on some juice cleanse, or fast or diet of any sort. That’s just what our fridge generally looks like. Champagne? Check. Sriracha sauce? Always. There’s some Cowgirl Creamery Wagon Wheel and real parmigiano reggiano from Lucca in there, but not much else.

 

Yes, there are remnants of food projects in there… some roasted cauliflower, a half a jar of carrots I pickled, a drizzle of homemade tomato soup. But honestly that is a sad sad showing. Why does my fridge look like this? Does yours?

EB

What's the Sign for Pizza?

mozzeria.com

There’s been a lot of chatter about Mozzeria. A new little joint in the mission that specializes in Neapolitan style pizzas and happens to be owned and operated by a deaf couple. The fact that the bulk of the staff/patrons are non-hearing makes for a quieter dining experience than you might be used to in the Mission, but whether hearing or not, a draw for any restaurant is the food.

 mozzeria.com

The reviews have been mixed but my dining companions and I enjoyed pretty much everything about our meal. Knowing that pizza was the star, and wanting to try whatever came out of the Stefano Ferrara wood-burning oven, we ordered the margherita w/buffalo milk mozzarella, the eggplant/cherry tomato special and the roast duck with hoisin sauce special. Unfortunately the duck pizza was sold out. Ho hum, more room for cheese. We also ordered the crab ravioli, pecorino cheese which came with a lovely, buttery crouton and the Mozzeria Bar. Which is, for all intents and purposes, a giant, fried mozzarella stick-- a very delicious, giant, fried mozzarella stick. The pizza crusts were perfect. Thin, chewy and with a slight saltiness. The ravioli was creamy and lovely too. Our only real disappointment was the ricotta cheesecake. The flavor was great, but it was frozen solid.

There were a few tiny kinks in service, but there always are with new restaurants and nothing serious enough to complain about here.

 mozzeria.com

The next day, I did get the chef’s take on what it’s like to work there, produce usage and what he wants the menu to be (versus what it is), but cocktails were involved and we all blow off work steam at the bar right?

I really enjoyed my dinner and will most definitely go back. It seems like I’m not the only one either, lines and crowds can continually be found at their door already. 

 

Enjoy!

EB

 

You can find Mozzeria at:

 

3228 16th Street (at Guerrero Street)
San Francisco, CA 94103

(415) 489-0963

 

Resolutions 2012!

Happy New Year's!

Again, I'm not a New Years resolution kind of gal, just never have been. But lovely Marisa, of Food In Jars inspired me this morning. Just because I don't do personal resolutions doesn't mean I can't make some bloggy ones! So here goes, my Blog Resolutions for 2012:

1- To post more vintage cookbooks (you guys seem to like those)

2- Maybe a little re-design (change is good right?)

3- In general, just be more consistent with my posting (I can do it!)

Sound good? Ok then. Happy 2012!

EB

Man on a Mission

This man wants to change the world. Jonathan Lewis is on a mission, one he fell into by accident but that he’s adopted with the vigor of a religious pilgrim. He is willing to educate one person at a time to fulfill his dream of people knowing, truly knowing, where their food comes from.

He says “good food does not come cheap.” Simply put, yet his point highlights the disparity between the have and have-nots in this country, the sick and the healthy, those with access to ‘good food’ and those without. As one of the growing number who understands that this nation must change its food ways, he advocates that it can—if consumers take action with our wallets. If only a fraction of us banded together we could hold food chains accountable for how animals are raised, slaughtered and packaged.

His equation is simple: consumer demand + thriving family farms = good food for all. His meat CSA, Pastoral Plate, is a tiny operation, and most definitely not a big money venture. He is working for 'social capital'-- making sure truly organic farmers stay in business and that the community is made better by those businesses. He doesn’t just talk the talk, he puts his money where his mouth is. He has invested in a chicken farm and expects to be paid not in fat dividends, but in fat chickens. Yes. He expects to be paid in fowl.

Jonathan wants to understand why, for a culture that claims to understand the need for local, organic, sustainable foods there is a disconnect between that and our real life actions (he uses the bestseller status of The Omnivores Dilemma as an example). He wants people to understand how our food becomes our food. He wants everyone to visit the farms where there food is from. In his opinion, if you can’t visit the farm, you shouldn't be eating it.

Now that's free range!

The Pastoral Plate website contains not just cute pictures of chickens, but a full blown manifesto that states: “The goal of Pastoral Plate is to bring people together so that we can act collectively to influence the quality of our food, and work to improve the functioning of our local food economy.” He believes that “consumers are the most potent force in the food supply chain – but only if we want to be.” Unfortunately however, most Americans have become lazy and ignorant when it comes to their food sources. We put the power in someone else’s hands, trusting that we would be given back good product. But that has led to giant agribusiness with one concern: profit.

Since the health of consumers and communities is not a concern in the big American food production chain, Lewis suggests we go around that system and straight to the source. The farms he works with are all family owned and operated. He acknowledges that these farms are in “a tough and exacting business; and they need our support.” Pastoral Plate supports these farms and strengthens the community by having created “a simple and transparent distribution method” that ensures your food has not been “polluted, poisoned, diluted, mislabeled, or obscured while traveling through the industrialized distribution chain” of standard food production.

He is charming, affable and adamant. Adamant that: we need to know, we need to take responsibility for knowing and we need to speak up. Above all he is a proponent of asking questions. Where does the food come from, why is it raised in the way it is, who butchers it and how? Because ultimately he believes you should be “connected, involved and informed.”

Get in on Jonathan’s mission here.

How to Eat Like a San Franciscan (In 5 Easy Steps)

San Francisco is a truly unique place. We have beautiful scenery, world-class cultural events, utterly unique residents and a reputation for knowing a thing or two about food. We San Franciscans take food pretty seriously. We know what’s good and we know where to get it. We like to think that we’ve got something special here, and we do, but really you can eat like a San Franciscan in any city, in just 5 easy steps.

#1- Know your ‘hoods. San Francisco is a small city made up of neighborhoods as distinct as red and blue states. Even though only a block may separate neighborhoods, they can be worlds apart. From the Orange County flair (and blondness) of the Marina to the dim sum-palooza that is the Richmond, each neighborhood tends to specialize in some sort of regional cuisine. You want perfect handmade noodles? Go to Japantown. You want a gut busting plate of pupusas stuffed with zucchini flowers? Head to a pupuseria in the Mission.

#2- Know your history. While it may not be trendy, hot or of the moment, some of the city’s best food can be found in joints as old school as Swan Oyster Depot (over 100 yrs old) or Tadich Grill (160+). Sure the menus haven’t changed… in ever… but there’s a reason. Not only are these places good, but they are where any city’s culinary soul lies.

#3- Know the rebels. One you know the history meet the rebels, the ones who stood up and did something different. Alice Waters and Chez Panisse? Yeah she’s an institution now, but she used to be a mouthy little upstart who thought we should be eating fresh, local foods. Mission Kitchen? Some of the best food in the entire country and it started out of a taco cart! It’s still a unique, rebellious space in that it still shares space with a ‘regular’ Chinese joint on a grubby little block. Sometimes the troublemakers have a pretty good point to make. Give them a shot.

#4- Ask yourself, “Meat or Veggie?” Know what you want and go for it. San Francisco is made for carnivores... and vegans. You know who knows meat? Amazing steak houses and neighborhood butchers. If you want good meat go to where it’s butchered with love and aged to perfection. If you don’t want to eat anything with a face you don’t have to try and find something at some middle road joint. Hit up one of the totally amazing vegan joints in the city. You know what will make you happy? A vegan tamale smothered in fresh salsa and stuffed with the season’s bounty.

#5- Think “local, local, local.” In this city, we spout “local” as a mantra for pretty much everything: clothes, music, literature, booze, and especially food. Find a farmers market, a local supperclub, artisan cheese makers and ice cream shops. Find events like the Underground Market or Off the Grid where small scale makers of all things “local food’ get together and sell their wares in one spot.

You want a little of our San Francisco magic? Give the 5 steps a shot. These might be easier to do in some cities than others but not impossible by any means. If you do just a little homework, you too can eat fresh, local, specialized and completely San Franciscan.

Enjoy!

EB

Cheap Eats in the Summer of Love

Looove the logo!

Hardworking immigrants who operate small establishments, serving heartfelt food at living wage prices? That’s our favorite thing these days in San Francisco right? Really, there is some truth to the saying that there is nothing new under the sun. We've always been a food city.

In 1969 R. B. Bread was a writer for the Examiner-Chronicle and a little book called “The San Francisco Underground Gourmet: An Irreverant Guide to Dining in the Bay Area.” His specialty was finding “different and excellent eateries” that were “small and modest.” He championed the mom n' pop joints that were overlooked by most publications. At the time, “ethnic” foods were all over the city but not nearly in the numbers we think of as normal today. While now you see Bernal Hill three year olds chowing down on octopus at any given sushi joint, in 1969 Read had to spend half his time explaining what things were before he could tell you where you should eat them!

So why on earth did I pick up an ethnic food restaurant guide from 1969? There were two things that made me plunk down my four dollars for the book: one, Read proclaims that “San Franciscans need a restaurant guide” due to the fact that for all of San Franciscans “heady interest in the subject” there was very little exploring outside of certain comfort zones. Can you imagine? Us needing a restaurant guide? Two, Read includes “Gay” as an ethnic food category, right between Frisco and German! He acknowledges that most gays are not “glamorous theatrical personages” but “wage earners in humdrum and humble occupations” who needed a place to go be themselves, where they could be free from discrimination. In a sign of the times, while he only finds three Korean restaurants worth mention he lists almost three pages of “Gay” restaurants. Can you imagine his joy cruising the Richmond today? 

Very few of his haunts remain, but some like Lois the Pie Queen hold fast and have changed little. Others like Tadich Grill remain but are clearly out of the budget conscious realm that got them in the book.

While apparently Read was a “well-known San Francisco epicure and bon vivant,” a “world traveler, journalist and resource economist,” I haven’t been able to find much about him. But I think it’s pretty clear, with his ‘get out there and find good food in small places’ mentality he would undoubtedly be a food blogger if he were on the scene today.

EB

Of Anniversaries and Things

My first picture posted

I started SpiceDish four years ago. FOUR. It’s strange where life takes you in four years. I’ve never been a diary keeper (too embarrassing) but I realize now that SpiceDish is a diary of sorts. Looking back on past posts I can see when I was happy at my work (fewer posts), when I needed escape (more posts), when I was engaged with the blogosphere (lots of comments), and when I was playing recluse (no comments).

I can see when larger life issues, very personal ones, took precedence over posting or when I was compelled to post by those same issues.

I have met some truly amazing people because of SpiceDish. People like Bethany, Victoria, Sarah and Jessie.  I have been let into many other worlds in the past years and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Like a lot of you, I’m at yet another crossroads in life. The ‘what’s next’ type. The ‘can I really make that happen’ type.  I have no idea where I will be come next October’s blogiversary, and that’s a bit scary. I do know that I’ll be able to look over the year’s posts and see where I’ve been. And that is comforting.

Here’s to another year.

Enjoy-

EB