shrimp. orange zest. black pepper. mango. peach. papaya. scallion. jalapeño. cilantro. lime.
Never buying shrimp from WF again. Not very fresh (one of them was mushy). Plus, I got spoiled by fresh shrimp from the Carolinas when I was in Balti-less and WF seems to only ever have previously frozen and defrosted shrimp. Looks like I should just rely on CatalinaOP for my seafood now.
hamachi ceviche (avocado. cucumber. shallot. cilantro. lime. ginger)
I scored some $6.99 sushi grade hamachi at Catalina Offshore Products. Yes, that’s right. SIX DOLLARS AND NINETY-NINE CENTS! The walk-in prices are even lower than their online retail prices. Being able to buy amazingly fresh seafood at wholesale distributor prices is like a dream come true for me.
pâte sucrée. blueberries. streusel.
Leftover tart dough from my last tart. Blind baked at 375°F. Filled with blueberries and streusel and baked to warm, broiled to brown. The blueberries could have used a touch of sugar, but the flavor was still delicious because we ate them while they were still warm. Cinnamon, toasted almonds and some lemon zest would have made them uber, but hey, not bad for winging it.
seared ahi tuna. haricots verts. tomato corn peach salsa.
I do have to thank the annoying bitches in front of me for complaining about the freshness of the fish (completely unwarranted, by the way) and making their order complicated, which resulted in the fish monger cutting their tuna steak (and mine) from a freshly butchered loin. But I really do wish he had just told them that they could have a Coke.
sous-vide duck breast. pecorino romano + japanese sweet potato. apricot-mustard savoy cabbage. roasted figs. cherry balsamic gastrique.
I randomly had everything except the duck and cherries in the fridge. And then I saw the duck breasts on sale at WF. To think that I narrowly went to In-N-Out to eat a 3x3 animal-protein style burger instead…
pâte sucrée. basil-lemon mascarpone cream. vanilla bean and honey poached blenheim apricots. black mission figs. toasted almonds.
Is butter a carb? YES
NY strip. roquefort sauce. mizuna. radish. cucumber. balsamic. whole grain mustard.
Ripe next to mission figs.
I must make a tart. — Yes, I wrote a haiku describing my desire to make a tart. I like how “ripe” kind of plays a trick on the ear and my brain tries to hear “right.” I’m such a dork.
So like, the other day I was at Whole Foods in the bakery section, staring longingly at some delicious looking apricot and almond rugelach. But then I was like No, I can’t. I live with skinny bitches. — Regina, you’re wearing sweatpants. It’s Monday.
Crepes w/ Brown Sugar and Calvados Bananas.
I should be writing down my mental notes about things I’ve made even when I didn’t take a picture.
I wish I had read this many years ago.
Banana Leaf Wrapped Sambal Skate Wing.
Lin’s ghetto setup. Love it. Spicy; paired really well with a gewürztraminer.
Gay men don’t really eat. They only “eat” cosmos and isopure. And rainbows. — Maybe I should eat rainbows. Then I might be cheery and vivacious and full of fucking bon mots like all gay men. Now wouldn’t that be fantastic.