Falling Slowly

26 09 2011

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
You’ve made it now…

(Once)

Sometimes that’s all it takes. One day, a monumental event strikes your life, and suddenly you jolt awake – you’ve wasted half a decade blundering through life. And you realize you have a choice to make. So you pack your bags, hop on that plane, and fly away in search of your new horizon. You’re never going back.


Just this weekend while in DC, I caught up with a friend who did just that. I’m really jealous (and proud) of that ability to make these difficult decisions – to relocate, to begin anew in a different place; to let whatever old wounds heal with time; to take hold of one’s destiny and future, and not allow the past to interfere. Our conversation was woven with delicious Ethiopian food at Dukem and gorgeous views of Meridian Hill Park. Nothing like good food and a peaceful walk in the park to revive an old friendship.

Lamb Stew, Chicken Stew, Ground Beef, Lentils, Peas, Cabbage, Cottage Cheese on Injera Flat Bread
Dukem


As young adults, I think we are all drawn towards that romantic idealism. It’s part of the reason we feel the need to leave our comfort zones, and make our own mark on the world. It’s that challenge that helps us grow. As I was eating brunch earlier in the day at the Tabard Inn Restaurant on N Street near Dupont Circle, I couldn’t help but notice the special company I was in – I was surrounded by that youthful and invigorated determination to make something out of our lives. That’s why we were all there. To work toward creating our footprint on the earth. Oh, and of course to enjoy delicious food, including fresh cinnamon sugar donuts, crab cake in sweet caper rĂ©moulade with hericot verts and fingerling potatoes, or the famous poached eggs with pork belly and fried oysters on grits.

Tabard


This morning after my rush to pack up and leave DC, I understood why. The world spins too fast, and doesn’t stop for anyone. So, if you can’t keep up, it’ll spin before you even have a chance to touch ground. Thus, it’s that urgency to make that impression, that catapults us toward our destinies. On my way out, I had breakfast at Bread & Chocolate with another old friend. Over baskets of pastries, plates of french toast and salmon omelette, and cups of Lavazza coffee, it began to dawn on me that we are in such hurries to set our sails on achievement after achievement, goal after goal, that sometimes these special moments with friends are foregone. So I really appreciated the chance to take a breather from chasing my destiny and making my life goals happen, by stopping in DC, catching up with some great friends, and noshing on rich, decadent food.

Basket

Thanks to everyone who helped make my weekend awesome. While we chase our dreams and challenge ourselves to grow exponentially, let us remember to stop and savor the coffee, and smell the sweet cream melting over a warm cinnamon sugar doughnut. Our goals are important, but so are the people and places along the way.

FrenchToast

Omelette

Love from DC,
anhd.

PS. Have Washington DC good eats recommendations? Leave a comment :)





Review: Becco

16 09 2011

Becco
355 W 46th St
(between 8th Ave & 9th Ave)
New York, NY 10036
Homepage

Just last week, I had the pleasure of sitting down with Nicole (her review here and here), who was in town for work, for dinner at Becco. It was a drizzly and humid September evening, but we ducked under the Becco awning and was welcomed into the loving Italian arms of Lidia Bastianich – ok not her in person, but her restaurant staff anyway.

Without too much deliberation (ok there was some as the menu was full of Italian goodies – osso buco, veal chop parm, etc), we opted for the renowned pasta tasting – that’s an appetizer and 3 unlimited pastas. That’s right – 2 rather petite girls, and 6 pastas. Talk about every carb-lovers heaven!

So after the bread basket, olives, Caesar salad (very pungent/prominent anchovy btw), the pasta trio started with a stinging nettle gnudi in butter sage sauce. A couple of surprises – stinging nettle is typically harvested in the spring, and as the name suggests – are quite prickly and can cause quite the allergic reaction if not properly handled. Nettle must be cooked for quite a bit before its stinging properties/chemicals are broken down – and once cooked, it is similar to spinach (though I think less bitter). In Becco’s presentation, the nettle is cooked into a pasta filling of cheese and other seasonings. Gnudi is essentially ‘naked gnocchi’, or a pillowy pasta filling without the carby/doughy shell. It’s soft just like gnocchi, but less dense without the doughy potato. Combined with the browned butter sage sauce, the cute little gnudi were delectable – I believe Nicole and I both asked for seconds of the gnudi.

Gnudi

Our second pasta tasting was of tomato sauce penne pasta. While good, this wasn’t particularly striking nor memorable, but it did look so pretty next to the little green gnudi on my plate.

Penne

Our final pasta was a homemade tagliatelle drenched in cuminy ground veal sauce. While I applause the efforts, I personally had a few issues with this dish. (1) The pasta noodles were often clumped or stuck to each other, which meant that several pieces were definitely shy of al dente. While the texture was amusing (Nicole didn’t mind at all), I’m positive, the noodles could have used a bit more oil to de-stick, as well as a few more seconds in the pot. (2) I really like veal, but I felt that the veal sauce was not bold enough to stand next to so wide/large of an egg pasta noodle. I think tagliatelle is best served with a thick and very saucy accompaniment, so this thin and drab veal did not cut it for me.

Tagliatelle

However, redemption came in the form of dessert. Tenderly enveloped under a flaky strudel crust, summer ripened plums and all their warm, syrupy juices beckoned to be smothered in creamy vanilla ice cream. The plums were still tart and held up nicely next to the fragrant ice cream and crunchy pastry. It was the perfect dessert for a stormy summer night.
PlumStrudel

Over plates and plates of pastas and bread, Nicole and I recalled all those fun times as undergrads at Cal, remembered all those boys we (mostly she!!) had dated, relished our good fortunes and realized how incredibly lucky and content we are now. Life may take us many places, far, far away from our old friends. But old friendships only need some good, hearty food and maybe a round of wine to warm up up again.

Cheers,
AnhD





Way of the Soul

12 09 2011

I hold it true, whate’er befall
I feel it when I sorrow most
Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
(Tennyson)

In the headlines this week and particularly on the streets of Manhattan, you see memorials and photos and flowers and videos and billboards and posters of the faces of all those loved ones who died that fateful day, 10 years ago. Reflected on the waves of the Memorial pool and through the church steps and temple halls and even office buildings and school campuses – the air is pregnant with reverence and sorrow, heavy with remembrance and nostalgia, and perhaps still bitter of the lives abruptly ended and in vain. How many of our survivors think to themselves – Had I known it was her last day, I would have held her a little longer that morning or perhaps If I had known, I wouldn’t have started that heated argument with him before his flight. We regret a lot of the things we have not, did not do for those who passed away, and to a certain – it eats at us – even 10 years later. Perhaps some of us wish that we had just one more day to make amends and set things straight, before imminent death approached. Unfortunately, time travel is not a reality, and we are left to mourn our dead and face our own guilt. And what about the dead? On somber occasions like this, I often remember the scene in Thornton Wilder’s Our Town, and think about that scene where the newly-dead Emily looks down on the living town below and asks – “Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?”

In my tradition, death is celebrated with good food. Lots of it. We send off the dead with full bellies, and we make sure they are full in the afterlife. In many Chinese, Vietnamese, and other Asian homes, you’ll often find a few portraits of deceased relatives on an altar laden with fresh fruit, bowls of jasmine rice, and maybe a traditional dish of some sort. It helps us remember our dead, as we prepare their favorite dishes and present it to them. And we hope that what we do, can atone for whatever misconduct or trespass we may have inflicted on them while living, and hope for forgiveness. And while the following meal is not one of forgiveness or atonement, it is one that sure feeds the soul – living or dead, happy or mourning.


Orange and Asparagus Risotto
I was initially inspired by the David Leite recipe posted on Pioneer Woman, but have since deviated and concocted multiple variations of this dish. You can certainly substitute the duck for chicken, and leave out the wine if you don’t have any on hand. I promise my variation is every bit as good, though probably easier on your arteries. The dish is flavorful and rich, and just makes the soul feel so good. My friend Steph gifted me a bottle of deliciously fragrant blood orange infused olive oil from this farm in Arizona – it is perfect for this dish. The moment it hits the hot pan, the heat breaks down those aromatic compounds and the kitchen smells like an orange grove. If you can’t get your hands on this, opt for adding a bit more orange zest. Also, why Arborio rice? It is the ideal rice for risotto as it will not turn to mush when cooked and stirred for long periods, and retains a beautiful bite to each grain.

Ingredients
For duck/chicken:
2 tsp blood orange olive oil
1/2 lb duck meat, trimmed of excess fat & skin on
salt & pepper

For risotto:
1 tbs butter
1 tbs blood orange olive oil [or 2 tbs duck fat, though would be a waste not to! ]
1 small onion, diced
1 shallot, minced
4 c chicken broth (I’ve been cheating with Better Than Bouillon – shh don’t tell any one!)
small pinch of saffron
1 c Arborio rice
2 tbs fresh orange juice
1 tsp orange zest
handful of asparagus sprigs, thinly sliced in circles & ends trimmed
romano cheese, grated

Directions

Thank you Steph for this delicious olive oil!
OliveOil

Begin by preheating a cast iron grill pan to a medium-high, and adding 1 tbs of olive oil to the pan. Meanwhile, pat the duck meat dry with a paper towel (to minimize sizzling/oil splashes), rub the duck meat with 1 tbs of the olive oil, and season both outside and under the skin with a healthy dash of salt and pepper. Carefully score the duck skin with a sharp knife, and place the meat skin-side down on the grill pan. Now don’t touch it! We want these beautiful score marks to appear. If the meat is browning too quickly, turn the heat down to a medium or medium-low. Once the skin has crisped and crackled, about 10 minutes, flip the meat and allow to cook through. You will know the meat is ready when your meat thermometer reads around 160*, or when the juices have run clear. Try not to overcook the meat, as dry/leathery poultry is wasted poultry. Remove from heat, and cool to a warm, but still manageable temperature. Slice the meat into portion size.

Duck

For the risotto, bring the chicken broth to a boil with a pinch of saffron, and allow to barely simmer for the duration of the risotto cooking period. Warm broth is more easily incorporated into the risotto than cold or room-temp broth.
In a large pan on medium heat, add the butter and olive oil (or just the duck fat) along with the onions and shallots. Allow to sweat until softened, then add the Arborio rice, cooking and stirring the rice until the grains are translucent.

Rice

Ladle about a cup of chicken stock into the pan, and continually stir the pan until almost all the liquid is absorbed. Repeat by adding 1-2 cups of stock at a time, and continue to stir until liquid is almost absorbed before adding more stock. Stirring is crucial to risotto making, as it helps the risotto develop its creaminess. Indulge in my nerd moment – the act of stirring releases amylopectin molecules from the rice, making it sticky and creamy. So, please stir!! This process should take about another 20 minutes or so, and toward the end of the cooking period (taste test to see if the grains are soft and no longer crunch), add the orange juice and orange zest. You can taste test, and may find that the orange flavor is too bold. Not to worry! Just add the sliced asparagus during the last 5 minutes of cooking, and it will mellow out the orange flavor.

Asparagus Tips

Of course, I hope that you are also seasoning with salt as needed throughout the cooking period. The risotto is done once the grains of rice are soft and tender, but still have a bit of give to the grain. Turn off the heat, and grate about 1/2 c of romano cheese (or more/less to your preference) to the risotto. Stir so the cheese is melty and even distributed.

To serve, spoon a generous portion of risotto onto a plate and place the duck meat on top. If it is to your like, go ahead and top it off with more grated cheese and maybe some blanched asparagus tips for another serving of healthy veggies.

For the duck-lover in the family:
Duck

For the picky, no-duck eater in your family:
NoDuck

So this weekend, while we remember the dead and cherish those memories we had with them or mourn the memories that will never happen, why not also take a minute to heed their advice resonating from the grave. We should sing every waking moment, and praise our fortunes with every new sunrise that hits our sleepy eyelids, and every sunset that closes our day. And then we can appreciate the vitality and energy of life – every, every minute of it.

AnhD








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