Thursday, June 30, 2011

The Cookbook Gallery

You may think you don't know Phaidon, but I bet you do. Exhibit A:



I first took notice of this art publisher when I picked up a copy of The Silver Spoon. Billed as Italy's best loved cookbook, never before printed in English, I was hooked. The page design is minimalist and all the more beautiful because of it. The recipes make no show about appealing to an American audience (tripe and other organ meats feature prominently). Flipping through the pages, you feel like you're being let in on a culinary and cultural secret.

Phaidon has published several more art/cookbooks that zero in on a particular country's cuisine, plus dozens of gorgeous specialty books like Breakfast, Lunch, Tea– recipes from the Rose Bakery in Paris. Now they have quite a collection and I wished I owned them all. Since my new student budget has an embargo on expensive book-buying, I've discovered the next best thing.      



Phaidon has a shop in Soho. Stepping inside, you feel like you've entered a sleek art gallery. Instead of canvases and sculptures, it's books on display. Wandering past the beautiful rows, flipping through the colorful pages, learning how to make Indian curries or Spanish tapas, I might begin debating what's worth more: grocery money or a new Phaidon cookbook.  


The Phaidon Store
83 Wooster Street
New York, NY 
Monday - Sunday, 11am to 7pm

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Food Truck of the Week: Van Leeuwen Ice Cream

On a day when I failed to make ginger ice cream, twice, how fitting to write about the Van Leeuwen Ice Cream truck.


I see this truck almost daily on my walk home from school. Long before I stopped, I noticed it. The Van Leeuwen truck is the color of a French vanilla ice cream cone. The menu features botanical drawings alongside its list of flavors. Is the name Dutch? Is it Belgian? I don't know, but the European charm of it all drew me in one afternoon.


Ice cream on a hot summer day is never a bad idea. And a cone from the Van Leeuwen truck is a downright excellent notion. Peter (my constant street food sampling companion) and I tried the Earl Grey and Ginger ice creams. Earl Grey tasted like a strong, but milky, cup of tea. The sugar was minimal, so I could really taste the hints of orange and spice from the bergamot tea leaves. In between licks, I couldn't help myself, I kept reaching for Peter's Ginger cone. Creamy white with a clean, bright pop of ginger, his ice cream was sweeter than mine. This Ginger was a gentler kind than I'm used to, soft rather than sassy.  

Ice cream, as I learned today, is not so easy to make (separated cream does not a smooth ice cream make; I'll spare you the details). All the better reason to be on the look out for the vanilla yelllow ice cream truck.

Like so many food trucks, you can find Van Leeuwen's latest location on Twitter: @VLAIC

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Creme Brulee Day

Today I learned the secrets of making one of my favorite desserts. A glassy bronze crackle of caramelized sugar with luscious, cool vanilla custard buried underneath– creme brulee, of course!

Sifting the sugar. Not too much! Then let the torching begin.

One of the great pleasures of baking school so far has been learning the science behind everything I make. Actually, "science" makes baking sound more intimidating than it really is. Learning the way ingredients react with each other and understanding how to control them is slowly demystifying baking for me.

Creme brulee is really just a dolled-up custard. A cooked mixture of eggs and cream. Making the custard takes some precision, but it's not hard. After mixing sugar  into heavy cream, adding the seeds of a vanilla bean and bringing the mixture to a simmer, you very slowly whisk the sweetened cream into a bowl of whisked egg yolks. If you pour too quickly, or if you don't whisk exactly where you're pouring, you risk cooking the eggs. This gradual mixing of a hot liquid into the raw eggs is called tempering. 

I may look serious, but I really felt like a kid with a coloring book.

What you're after is a very soft and gentle custard. To achieve this, you must bake the custards in shallow ramekins. I learned that it's important to skim off any foam that develops near the top, or the custard will not bake properly. An easy way to get rid of foam fast (and way more fun than using a ladle) is to quickly run your kitchen blowtorch over the tops. The bubbles dissipate in seconds.

The final very important step is to bake the custards in a water bath. After placing the ramekins on a baking sheet, you place the sheet in the oven and bring over a pitcher of warm water. You must pour the water into the pan until it comes 1/4 of the way up the sides of the ramekin. Water boils at 212º F. After that, it evaporates into steam. The water bath ensures the custards never come above that temperature. The water also keeps the heat even around the ramekins, so that the outside cooks at the same rate as the inside.



Now back to the fun part–the kitchen torch. Our chef told us that most restaurants use a propane torch (found in any hardware store), rather than a kitchen torch (found in any chi-chi cookware store), because it's a lot more powerful. Pretty bad-ass. Another trick is to dry out the sugar you're going to use to top the custard. If you have an oven with a pilot light, you can spread the sugar out on a baking pan and leave it in the oven overnight. The next day it will be drier and easier to torch.

Torching really is the best part. Almost better than tapping a spoon on top and making the first crack through the caramelized sugar. But before you go crazy with the propane, you have to make sure that the custard is set and cold. When baking, you know the custard is set when it jiggles as one. Think of a female jogger who's neglected to wear a sports bra. That all-over-the-place jiggle is not what you want your custard to look like. It's done when it's just to the point when it's stopped moving all over the place. If the custard has bubbles or cracks, then you've overcooked it. Once it's out of the oven it must cool completely, before you get out the flame. The best way to cool the custard down is to stick the ramekins in the freezer until it's cool to the touch.

My partner and I made seven creme brulees. I ate nearly two of them all by myself, delighting in each crack of the spoon through the sugar. The custard was delicate. It was soft. It was heaven.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Num Pang to the Rescue

Sandwiches may save my marriage this summer. And me. When the dreaded question–What are we going to eat?– pops up, when it's hot and sticky and when cooking in our tiny apartment kitchen might cause Peter and I to melt into a puddle on the floor the answer is a sandwich. Especially from Num Pang.*

It's 1) just around the corner, 2) happily priced in the guilt-free range and 3) insanely good. The sandwiches are a riff on Cambodian cooking (num pang translates to sandwich in that language), with some traditional elements like cilantro and pork, but most are much more ambitious. I had the Coconut tiger shrimp sandwich with toasted coconut flakes the last time I was there (pictured above). Sweet coconut-flecked mayo, the grassy essence of cilantro and succulent pieces of shrimp made for a soul-satisfying dinner. Peter had the Pulled Duroc pork sandwich with spicy honey, which looked equally gratifying (I was too enamored of my own to sneak a bite of his).
 


Another thing I love about the place is the tiny second floor with the knee-height counter against the windows. Looking out on the city traffic below, you feel like you're in a treehouse– a special club where the price of admittance is $7 and in return you get a summer supper that transports you to a place where the tropical heat feels like heaven, not hell.

Things I haven't tried but can't wait to:
Ginger barbecue brisket with picked red cabbage
Grilled corn on the cob with chili mayo, coconut flakes and chili powder
Tropical fruit salad with pineapple, papaya, mango, young coconut, lychee, watermelon and lemongrass-mint dressing

Num Pang Sandwich Shop
21 East 12th Street (between University Place & 5th Avenue)
New York, NY  10003
(212) 255-3271


*By the way, thanks Mike, for suggesting this place
!

Friday, June 24, 2011

Happy Weekend!

My weekend is already off to a fetching start– a late afternoon snack of Australian feta cheese on an Amy's baguette, mortadella and a Mast Brothers almond and Fleur de Sel chocolate bar (more about the cheese and the chocolate later). Tonight? A zombie western play in Brooklyn. And tomorrow? If the rain keeps up, I'm going to plow my way through Jonathan Dixon's Beaten, Seared and Sauced: On Becoming a Chef at the Culinary Institute of America (which makes me feel both extreme relief and envy that I didn't end up there).

 
I hope you have a fun, unusual and/or delicious weekend ahead of you!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

More Mermaid Parade

As the Mermaid Parade stretched on for over three hours, why not extend my photo sharing as well? Here is round two of the most outlandish, creepy, or unexpectedly lovely parade goers:

Adults only? Not quite. The parade featured several parent/child duos, like the ones above.

This little mer-baby (pictured yesterday with her Octopus mother) remains my favorite sight from the parade.




But it wouldn't really be the Mermaid Parade without these gentlemen (can you spot the parrot?).

 

Or these classic ladies (a Mermaid in Chucks!)
.


I have no idea what these are, but I was terrified.

 

This flounder bicyclist (and her partner, who was too fast to photograph) was by far the most clever costume of the parade.


And mermaids on horses?! Who needs Daryl Hannah a la
Splash when there's such a sight to behold?

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Mermaid Parade

Behold the Coney Island Mermaid Parade. The only place in America where you can eat a chili cheese dog while watching children on stilts, pregnant oysters and drag queens dressed as mythical sea creatures.









 

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Food Truck of the Week: Kelvin Slush

Happy first day of summer! What better time to begin an exploration of food trucks? Eating outside is one of the things I love best about this season. Lucky me, New York is a street food kind of town. You can't walk ten feet without passing a hot dog, pretzel, or halal stand. Curbside food goes with New York like a bottle of cold beer goes with pizza.

Let me introduce you to one of my favorites:



I met the Kelvin Slush truck last September at the Vendy Awards. The Vendys are the Oscars of the street food world–a day when the best and brightest vendors gather and open up shop in one spot. Ticket-holders pay a flat fee to eat and drink as much as they like in an afternoon. With dozens of options, most of them a lot more substantial than a slushie, why was the Kelvin line the longest that day (and I mean all day)?



Because they're awesome. Simply put, there is nothing more satisfying on a hot summer day than a Kelvin slush. Forget what you know about the slurpee, this is sooo much tastier (and better for you, too). First, you choose a base flavor: ginger, citrus or tea. Next, you choose a mix-in, which can be anything from fresh mint to caramelized pineapple to white peach. Whatever you're in the mood for.  The resulting slush tastes fresh, bright and real. There's no dayglow syrup pooled at the bottom, just layer after layer of beautiful fruit flavor.

The best way to track Kelvin Slush down is via Twitter or by calling the 24-hour Slush Phone: (
646) 200-5083. Trust me, you'll be happy if you do!

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Brooklyn Kitchen

This is a brilliant idea:


It's OK Cupid meets the farmer's market– a singles board for people looking to cook (or eat) a homemade meal on a first date:

I am a girl
I am cooking for a guy
I'm going to make you Panzanella salad with prosciutto, corn and basil.
I don't want you to make me anything with raw onions.
If you are my culinary soulmate, contact me at: foodiegirl@gmail.com

This love connection is sponsored by The Brooklyn Kitchen
, a beyond hip cookware and food shop on the outskirts of Williamsburg. It's also home to cooking classes like "Cake Decorating with Millicent," gorgeous produce and fresh dairy products sourced from nearby farms, and an on-site butcher shop, The Meat Hook, staffed by a band of handlebar-mustachioed cuties.



The Brooklyn Kitchen
100 Frost Street
Brooklyn, NY 11211

(718) 389-2982
Monday-Saturday, 10am to 8pm

Sunday, 12pm to 6pm

Friday, June 17, 2011

Happy Weekend!

I'm checking something big off my NYC list tomorrow. I'm going to the annual Coney Island Mermaid Parade. Yes, the crowds will be insane and yes, I'm aware this event is essentially a spectacle of exhibitionists in body paint and pasties.... but they'll be dressed up as mermaids! I guess I never got past my childhood obsession with lovely ladies from the sea (who can blame me, after seeing this movie at a formative age). I can't think of a better compliment to a mermaid parade than a big spun wand of bright pink cotton candy.

What do you have going on this weekend? Something summery?


Thursday, June 16, 2011

Field Trip

Tomorrow I get to sleep in an extra hour, because we're reporting to class at the Chelsea Market. That's right–a field trip!



What is it about field trips that brings out the kid in me? There will be something funny about seeing my teacher and classmates in an unexpected environment (and in this case, out of our white chef's uniforms). Instead of whipping up dozens of egg whites, our assignment will be to wander and explore the market.

All images from here.
The Chelsea Market is in an historic building that takes up two entire city blocks (and if Wikipedia can be trusted–the Oreo cookie was invented here). It's currently home to dozens of bakeries, restaurants, shops and even the Food Network, including the studio where Iron Chef America is taped.

Tomorrow morning our Chef (i.e. teacher) will divide us into groups and hand each group an envelope with cash. Our assignment? To visit and observe as many food-related businesses as we have time for and to go on a scavenger hunt of sorts, buying an assortment of food items from a list. We report back to our classroom where we'll "test" (i.e. eat) all of our goodies.

I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be a good day.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

10 Lessons Down, 90 to Go

So I survived my first two weeks of baking school. I have no cuts, burns or bruises to show for it, but I am exhausted. Did you wonder why I've been so quiet about the whole reason I moved to New York? Gone are the days of idle doughnut sampling. On May 31, I was inducted into a baking boot camp: 100 lessons in six months, covering every dessert item you can imagine.

In just ten lessons I've made:
  • Nougatine (hard caramel with almonds)
  • Gingersnap cookies
  • Blueberry muffins
  • Apricot Pâte de Fruit
  • Dried pears
  • Candied grapefruit peels
  • Strawberry salad with tarragon
  • Poached pineapple
  • Roasted/baked apple
  • Sabayon
  • Ordinary (French) meringue
  • Swiss meringue
  • Meringue cookies
  • Praline/coffee buttercream
  • Dacquoise
  • Flourless chocolate souffle
  • Strawberry souflee
  • Apple souflee

I promise to tell you more about the lessons, but before I get ahead of myself, let me introduce you to the Toolkit.


Here is what's inside:



As you can see, it's much like Mary Poppin's carpet bag. The place where I picked the kit up had a bit of magic about it, too. Tucked into a nondescript building on 31st street,
JB Prince is an amazing source for culinary tools and books, but you'd never know it if you were walking by on the street. There is no sign on the building. I checked the address twice, half wondering if JB Prince was an eccentric old chef at a private residence or a store.

When I stepped up to the counter to claim my kit, the clerk pulled each and every item out to do an inventory. I nodded and followed along as she checked off the whisk, various spatulas, the pastry brushes, the melon baller, etc. But an azalea cutter? A bone tool? A Mexican foam pad? I knew, while standing there, that I made the right decision to study pastry. I'm sure an aspiring culinary student picked up his own special toolkit, but I can't imagine it being as intriguing as this.

It's exciting to know that by the time I reach lesson 100, I will have used each and every one of these tools. As soon as I discover what the Mexican foam pad is for, I'll let you know.   

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