Showing posts with label tasty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tasty. Show all posts

7.01.2016

MangiaMore: zucchini LASAGNA


RER 6.30.16
Because I am currently a lady of leisure—school’s out for summer— I have been given a charge, a responsibility, a duty: I must make dinner for my family at least once a week (emphasis on “at least”).  I am not going to say it is an honor, or even a pleasure, but it sure will be an adventure, experience, experiment, whatever you want to call it.
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If you can’t tell by my blog and the foods that I make, I would call myself more of a baker than a cook. They say baking is a science, whereas cooking comes from passion and the soul. When baking a chocolate cake or whipping up some zucchini bread or even rolling out some bomb sugar cookies, there is an element of precision to the creation of these confections. Too much of something and not enough of something else can cause your dessert to fall flat. Must. Measure. Everything. But don’t get me wrong; there is plenty of room for creativity in baking. There is combining of flavors and playing with textures, the gamut.
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Cooking, at times, has looser guidelines—a pinch of salt, a clove of garlic, pepper to taste, a pad of butter. It is about how the sauce smells when it is simmering on the stovetop, or how the eggs feel when scrambled in butter, or the give of the meat swimming in its juices. A little bit of this, and a touch of that, and some more of this, one more taste. Cooking might just take that intuition that I lack. If intuition is a part of human biology, then perhaps, cooking is science too.
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To start my weekly endeavors, I found a tasty-looking Tasty recipe on Buzzfeed for some zucchini lasagna. I watched the Tasty (not to be confused with tasty) video over and over. As my sister would say, “my body was ready.” I was ready to make this noodle-less lasagna, but I was more ready to eat it.
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Luckily, despite a stiff neck and a self-diagnosed strained thoracolumbar fascia, the recipe was pretty easy to bring to fruition. I measured everything, down to the salt, pepper, and olive oil but added a tiny flair of my own to the dish: red pepper flakes and mozzarella cheese. I was willing to sacrifice noodles, but not mozzarella cheese (nota bene: not all lasagna must have pasta, but all lasagna must have mozzarella). Using a vegetable peeler to make the zoodles was a chore, but delightfully destructive. Even though mozzarella was lacking from the recipe, I was happy to see that the ricotta was flavored with goodies rather than plopped right from the plastic container. A little salt goes a long way. Definitely.
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The results: a happy Mommie (because she did not have to cook), satisfied bellies, and one week of my cooking penance down. Stay tuned for my weekly, my at least weekly installments of dinner dishes.

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4.30.2014

the MOST important meal of the day : Sam A.M.


RER 4.26.14
It’s a sweet small spot in Paulus Hook, Jersey City— just enough room to keep busy and demand a wait, but a high enough turnover that things move quickly. The menu is brief with just enough sweet and enough savory to please. A few breakfast sandwiches constructed with fresh eggs and seasonal ingredients, some lunch sandwiches topped with roasted chicken or BBQ brisket, a succinct list of plates like omelets and scrambles, and a few salads sweet and savory alike. On top of that, Sam A.M. offers a wild list of fresh doughnuts— from glazed to cake, filled and topped— and other pastry and tasty treats.
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The classic breakfast sandwich was crisp and crunchy, thin and small. A thick slice of bacon interrupted the salty cheese and the cooked-through egg. It was all things that breakfast sandwiches need, but was not fat enough to be filling. The seasoned hash browns were tasty and warm on the side of the plate, a nice addition to the slender sandwich.
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As for the chicken and waffles, it was a dramatic twist on the classic. It was fresh and hearty. The gravy soaked pulled chicken draped the soft Belgian waffles, fluffy like biscuits, while a sweet and tangy cranberry syrup added dimension. The flavors, much like the menu, successfully mixed sweet and savory, and danced on the tongue to bring together two ends of the spectrum. It was rich and lavish. The creamy gravy made the waffle delicate and submissive, heavy and tender at the same time. Even the stringy juicy chicken was under the command of the gravy.

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French toast is a brunch necessary, and this challah french toast was utterly scrumptious, topped with soaked berries and dusted with a little powdered sugar. The bread was just soft enough, custardy, not too eggy, with moments of vanilla. But the berries, the black and blue berries were like drenched gems, brandied beauties, icing on the delightful cake. The little fruits made syrup almost superfluous, but still a sweet addition, bringing on a little saccharine note.
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Doughnuts to-go were necessary. The Boston cream doughnut, slathered with stiff dark chocolate and filled with wet pale yellow cream, did not even make it home. It was a luxury that Dunkin Donuts could never afford; real and alive. The recommended applesauce doughnut was cakey and pretty, dense like any dessert should be.
The sundrenched room made for a lovely little brunch; clatters and chatters and Saturday banter. A friendly staff, delicious doughnuts and super strong coffee make Sam A.M. Café more than just a sweet spot.
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