Sunday, December 6, 2009

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Christmas Morandi


Morandi. Perfectly decorated for Christmas. Look at Danielle! She told me afterwards that her face was so sad because she was thinking: "Jesus don't love me".

So she decided to attack the bread with Monster Hands.

We split three appetizers, and two pasta dishes

Carpaccio di manzo
thinly sliced raw beef with arugula & parmesan
the carpaccio was my favorite appetizer

Prosciutto di Parma con frutta di stagione
thinly sliced prosciutto di Parma & seasonal fruit
love that the seasonal fruit was apples. As it should be!

Mozzarella di bufala e zucca
buffalo mozzarella with roasted winter squash

Tagliatelle alla bolognese
egg pasta with classic meat sauce

Pici al limone
hand-rolled spaghetti with lemon & parmesan
This one was a suggestion of our Waiter. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm

Brown sugar cake, spiced gelato and cranberries in cranberry goo. I mopped the plate clean of goo eventually.
Seasonal "fritters" for Danielle the imp, they were piping hot and pumpkin flavored! Two sauces: chocolate-y and the other butterscotch-y.
Gastrognomes!
http://jfcouture.com/images/garden_gnome.jpg

Sorella's Bathroom




Well, I didn't, so the joke is on you.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Friend of a Farmer





What the F*** are we celebrating, thought Harry.
Life, replied the universe, you are celebrating Life.


Trip to Brooklyn: Pizza Plus & W.C. Theory

The other night my friends and I had to write an essay for a class we don't pay attention in.

My friend Erin Rice, born and raised in Brooklyn, coerced me and Matt to travel to Brooklyn where she had to waitress at "Pizza Plus" so we all could "study". Of course we didn't.

But I was expecting pizza plus to be a dive for some reason, from the name, but it turns out its totally adorable and family friendly ... with a nice backyard garden.



Erin setting up our table after we moved. We were high-maintenance.


Erin is obsessed with the bread. The secret is that its made out of the pizza dough. They were REALLY heavy rolls.Matt: "I had to use two hands just to pick one up"
broccoli pizza!

W.C. Theory

Recently I have begun a mini obsession with taking pictures of how nice/not nice the bathrooms are. And ... I'll tell you why.

I think that the attention paid to the bathroom (decor cleanliness) says a lot about a place.

Also, I hate washing my hands. It annoys me unless they obviously got dirty. It takes my precious time. I just believe that EVERYTHING is dirty anyway. You can't be sure that every single thing you touch isn't contaminated with something. So ... whatever.
But-
Iffffffff I begin chronicling the bathrooms and how cool their soaps are... then I'll have to wash my hands. And it'll be less lame and boring.



Carrot cake. They get it delivered from the Bronx. Must be the real deal.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

cheese and slow food

I am lying in my bed- reading book reviews on amazon and restaurant reviews on seriouseats. Food reviews inspired me to finish the rest of a block of cheese and get back in bed. Then I figured why the hell not update about my cheese eating- since it is so interesting and informative. So I lugged myself out of bed again- got this wrapper out of the top of the trash -and photographed it. For you.


It has those little white speck things inside that are actually crunchy- which normally happens to my cheese when I don't seal it well enough in the refrigerator. It will get dry and grow little hard light specks throughout... probably a new mold.
But its good- pungent for a cheddar. Thenagain, What do I know ?

However- on my walk from the kitchen back to my bed I thought that I may have to become a cheese-maker one day. And wear one of those white hats (...that I feel like they wear). And call myself a Fromageuseuresse.

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However, what I was going to post about before all this cheese business was: Slow Foods NYC

I mean.... my username is Non-Quick Oatmeal.... We were made for each other. I think there is a similar concept behind our names.

I may just have to check out their. And also become a cheese-maker. I wonder how anyone becomes a cheese-maker? It is my new plan.

I am writing that goal down in the planner that I don't own. DONE.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Orlin Pumpkin Pancakes

Dear Annie is visiting the city. This morning/afternoon, Melanie and Annie and I went to Orlin for some festive october pumpkin pancakes. But they were sold out! WHAT!? Orlin IS very popular at brunch so.... we accepted it and moved on.

My head was pounding and we were sitting outside in 45 degree weather so we just ordered our omelettes.

Melanie and Annie


Annie and I... nice clipped back bangs


Mushroom omelette. la la


I am maybe insane about these pancakes... so when the manager came around and asked how our meal was.... no idea why (our waitress hated us for no reason)- I asked the lady "Soooooooo If I came tomoorrrooowww, would you have pumpkin pancakes back yet?" She said: "I have then now again!"

So we ordered some.... but thinking about this I JUST realized they never gave us the maple syrup... which is depressing. Or maybe I had to ask for it in the past.... I totally forget.

yessssssssssss

I Don't Want A Hummus Sandwich

I was home for one day in PA- went to an audition. And on that one day my mother had to get hors d'oeuvres for a dinner party she was attending at the Strafford Farmer's Market. 

In any event~ I had gone 7 hours without eating between breakfast and lunch- and I was starving and at the mercy of my mother and her schedule and her driving.

We wanted to go out to lunch but we didn't have enough time- so we went to "Cream and Sugar Cafe" in wayne because its fast/no table service, and before we went in I begrudgingly said: "Ugh, I'll go as long as you promise me that they have more than just Hummus Sandwiches. I am STARVING".

Well, what do you know- but when they brought out what was supposed to be my roast beef, provolone, horseradish dill mayonnaise sandwich on a panini- they brought me the same thing as my mother on a pita: a hummus sandwich. 

My Low-Blood-Sugar Body actually started - kiiind of- crying.

I went up to the counter... they made me a roast beef sandwich and all was well in the world. But my mom further believes I am crazy. And obsessed with food. 

I'll take it. I will ADMIT to being crazy as long as you promise me that I don't have to have a hummus sandwich when I don't want a hummus sandwich!!!!  (and, hummus is great.... but its a dip to be liberally scooped onto crunchy things and enjoyed as a beautiful snack.... not a sandwich and not when I'm malnourished)

So, then my mom had to get orderves (americanization, ya? ya?) at this farmer's market, and I knew her brain would freeze over, and we'd be there for hours trying to make the perfect selection. 

I said, "mom, can we make this a 10-20 minute thing? I'll help you".

She said: "You have to promise me that you'll put as much passion into helping me find orderves as you put into your stupid roast beef sandwich"

Fine.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Five Corners Cafe, Old Forge, NY.

The best thing about the Old Forge in the Adirondacks, was the trees, the mountains, the views, the hiking, the campfire, the smell. All the outdoors stuff. And as you can see from before- I had resigned myself to a weekend of Burger King, diner food and kit-kat bars.

But the morning after our stay in the cabin we were going to go to an old pancake house- but the wait was probably about two hours. So we went here. I wish I had a better shot of the whole building because it was beautiful. Wooden and rustic looking, but kind of hip also. As we walked in Matt and I said: look at us going to the only place that has a New York-y logo. Its true...

Look at those CLOUDS reflected in the door!

The entire place was wood panelled on the bottom and you don't really get that here in this photo.
This family had already gotten their food, and we saw the homemade bread. Though the picture is blurry.



The coffee was weak- but if I lived up there I am assuming I would get better sleep and not need it.


I ordered the French Toast for one reason alone- Real Maple Syrup, for a dollar more. Any place that offers real maple syrup I automatically trust and love.


Oh! And I asked for the bacon to be well done. It was PERFECT. Perfectly crispy and not at all burnt. How did this place do it? I am not kidding that I was in unexpected ecstasy on this FREEZING-Everwood-morning after the one of the most fun days of my life. I didn't expect gourmet. MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Real blackberries.

Matt and his normal bacon. Other than that we got the same thing.

33 Degrees at night in the adirondacks and a lake appeared next morning

Glowy and Home-y. It was truly freezing outside in October and there was no easing into it.


Matt's face peaking down... at the Yeungling

The next morning I realized that we were right next to a lake. I had had no idea when it was dark.
Last night we had s'mores on a campfire that they made and I never want to leave.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

B Ville Diner.

After dancing to a Bee Gees cover band at Balwinsville Oktoberfest- Matt, his sister Anna, her boyfriend Andres and I went for diner food- at this festive --- DINER. It was authentic fifties- leftover from long ago.

Oktoberfest in Baldwinsville, NY