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Casablanca in the fog

By MostlyMartha on June 27, 2006 12:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (7) | TrackBacks (0)
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(image from www.aziza-sf.com)

When Stephen and I moved to San Francisco, our choice of neighborhood was dictated largely by where we could afford. As recent college graduates with no jobs lined up, we ended up in the Outer Richmond. We have an apartment we love with a rent reasonable enough not to require giving up eating in order to afford it. That's a good thing, because what we lack in clubs and shopping here in the Richmond, we more than make up with food.

We've got great sushi, Korean barbecue, dim sum, a wee tiny place with unbelievable thin-crust pizzas, some of the best roasted crab with garlic noodles in the city, a bistro so classically French you'd think you need your passport, and an intimate Italian place where the owner will serve you the most tender gnocchi you've ever had. They run the gamut from dingy noodle houses to refined destinations, and our favorite of the latter type is Aziza.

At Aziza, chef Mourad Lahlou has melded Moroccan flavors and techniques with California ingredients and style; the results are simply enchanting. Aziza has become a favorite date spot for Stephen and me. The dé cor is dim and sexy with rich colors and just a hint of exotic flair, essentially an ideal location for long looks and holding hands over the table.

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Vodka for grownups

By MostlyMartha on June 18, 2006 2:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (10) | TrackBacks (1)
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Ever since I fell in love with gin, vodka has fallen far by the wayside. When I taste it, my tongue expects the bite of juniper, the perfume of citrus and spice. The straightforward alcohol hit of vodka just isn't the same. Luckily, that blank flavor makes an excellent solvent for a variety of fruits and vegetables. Unluckily, when fruit meets cocktail, all too often the results have more in common with a sugary punch than a dry martini, hardly an acceptable solution for a gin devotee.

When I've infused vodka in the past, I've stuck to pineapple, but lately I've been playing with making some more complicated infusions that don't taste like Hawaiian Punch. My first endeavor combined sweet strawberries with orange zest and basil for fragrance and depth.

The tricky part with these mixed ingredient formulas is the flavor ratio and deciding how long to infuse. Soft fruits and herbs obviously need less time, woodier fruits or vegetables, chilies, and dry spices take longer. I've given pineapple as long as three weeks and mint as little as a few days. It's important to taste every couple of days, just to see how things are coming along. If you use ripe fruit and rich, fragrant aromatics, you shouldn't need to add sugar. The final product should still be dry and refreshing, not syrupy.

I used eight ounces of sliced strawberries, the zest of one orange peeled off in strips, and two leafy sprigs of basil submerged in about three cups of vodka. Within a few hours, the vodka began to leach the color out of the strawberries, turning a deep pink. When I took off the lid for a taste after five days, the smell of the basil hit first, and I worried the final product might be excessively grassy.

After eight days, it seemed the strawberries had given their all, so I strained and tasted again. I mixed it with tonic water and wedges of lime and was entirely pleased. Tejal and Glyn stopped by before we all went to Aziza (which I swear I will eventually write about), and we all had a strawberry orange basil vodka and tonic, to general praise. The strawberry flavor was predominant, but the orange and basil gave a summery freshness. Next up is cherry and star anise, per Glyn's suggestion that the spice might be the ideal addition to those particular fruits. I can't wait to taste it with a splash of ginger ale.

Some like it hot

By MostlyMartha on June 13, 2006 1:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (7) | TrackBacks (0)
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Last year, I saw a recipe in Saveur for a grilled chili and shallot condiment meant to accompany steak. "Ooh, tasty!" I thought, then I promptly put the magazine into the drawer of no return, a.k.a. the place I put magazines I someday intend to clip the recipes from. Someday, like, if I ever come down with an illness that leaves me bedridden for a month, because at this point, I'm so backed up nothing less than invalidism will give me time enough to do it.

I hadn't thought about the recipe in months when I bought a huge ribeye steak on sale and needed to think of something to do with it. I knew I'd sear in it my trusty iron skillet and divide it between Stephen and myself, but what should I do to guild the lily? I'd nearly made up my mind to whip up a batch of Stilton-Shallot butter when I remembered the recipe from Saveur, and went for a dig through the magazine drawer.

Lacking a grill, I roasted the chilies and shallots on the hot iron skillet. I laid the ribeye slices on a bed of spinach, arugula, and slices radishes sprinkles with sherry vinegar, and spooned some of the chilies over, letting the oil drip down to dress the greens.

Stephen and i found the results yummy, but it was, how rarely do I say this, almost too spicy for us. Perhaps we aren't the chili-heads we think we are, or maybe it's that I bought the chilies at a Mexican produce market thus was in over my head, but this simple condiment was a challenge. Thinking they were just jalapenos, I retained most of the seeds and ribs, and I left the peppers in fairly large pieces. Even with the strong flavors of the beef and greens, and the relief from an icy glass of hefeweizen, we still ended up with pink cheeks and runny noses and a burn that just wouldn't quit.

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A smidge elaborate for a Tuesday

By MostlyMartha on June 8, 2006 11:16 AM | Permalink | Comments (6) | TrackBacks (0)
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Cooking for a family of two has certain challenges. These are not the same challenges as those my mother faced for so many years. I don't come home from work and have to wrestle three kids, two of whom are picky, to a dinner they'll all consent to eat, but I've got difficulties of my own. When you're cooking for two, you eat a lot of leftovers. I find if I want to cook anything more complicated than a turkey sandwich, the effort involved to make six servings is no greater than the effort to make two. Of course, that means Stephen and I eat the same soup/macaroni and cheese/tomato sauce for the next three days.

It also means that we sometimes get our courses confused. For instance, a while ago Stephen was craving crab stuffed mushrooms, a typical appetizer-type item where a person might eat two or three. I made the whole recipe and we had them for dinner with a little salad. The pea and asparagus soup I made recently followed a similar pattern. I envisioned the recipe as sort of a sophisticated first course, but we ended up having a large serving as a light a but somewhat elaborate meal.

My mom called just as I was garnishing the soup and preparing to take the picture. I had just burned my arm and I was trying to get the photo before I lost all the natural light. I rushed to finish before the soup got inedibly cold. "Mom," I said, "I'm kind of in the middle of something, I'll call you back!" For a two-person family, that's about as frantic as it gets.

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I scoff at your food pyramid

By MostlyMartha on June 5, 2006 11:22 AM | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBacks (0)
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Stephen and I met Tejal and Glyn at the farmer's market in Mountain View yesterday. It's a nice market, big enough for variety, but not so big that I become overstimulated and unable to make reasonable choices. Aside from the guy with an accordian and a box that made his voice echo playing polka covers of popular songs (including Santana's "Oye Como Va"), we had a lovely time. My fridge is so full of fruits and vegetables, I had a hard time finding room for Diet Cokes, truly a horror in my caffeine addicted household.

That evening, we had a sampler of many of the delicious things we bought. Rather notably, we managed to squeeze three different types of not-so-healthy animal fat, not to mention considerable olive oil, into what seemed like a light, summer-y meal.

We had pâté de campagne, an excellent source of delicious pork fat, butter on our radishes, goat cheddar with chipotle, and a mixture of goat crema and sage honey on our ranier cherries and white peaches for dessert. We particularly enjoyed the last course. Tejal was right; the goat crema was just fantastic. Maybe not perfectly healthy, but wonderful nonetheless.

Trial and error

By MostlyMartha on June 2, 2006 6:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (8) | TrackBacks (0)
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I want to make excellent salsa, not just chopped or pureed tomatoes and onions in a bowl, but a truly nuanced condiment. I seek that elusive balance of chunk and puree, the perfect level of chili heat that lingers but doesn't overwhelm, the ideal acidity. My results have been mostly good, but I'm not happy yet.

I can't explain why it matters to me so much. Stephen is more or less content with (shudder) Pace extra chunky from a jar. He enjoys and appreciates the good stuff, but he probably wouldn't seek it out. To me, most salsa from a jar tastes mostly like jar. It tends to be either insipidly bland or membrane-searingly spicy, have an either watery or slimy texture, and a processed taste that I just can't stomach. I like the Rick Bayless Frontera Grill salsas, but they're kind of hard to find, to expensive to be a regular purchase, and frankly, a little thin to be ideal.

So I persevere, with my eye focused even more eagerly than usual on tomato season. I'm definitely developing some tricks. Charring (as in the above Roasted Tomatillo and Tomato salsa) under a broiler or in a hot cast iron skillet is helpful, particularly when the tomatoes aren't yet perfect. It also always makes tomatillos and chilies more succulent. I seed the tomatoes then chop them and the tomatillos roughly. Then I drain everything, lightly sprinkled with salt and placed in a strainer, like a mad woman. Getting rid of those excess juices has an almost magical effect on the texture and the intensity of the flavor. Also, I've found that I like to puree 1/2-2/3 of the tomatillos and tomatoes, as well as all of the garlic. I finely chop the remaining tomatos and all of the onion, drain it a little more, and mix everything together. I haven't yet achieved salsa zen, but I'm on my way. If I could only figure out the correct chili to tomato ratio, I'd be almost there.

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