A day with squid
Two ways with squid.
Category: Food
Pork Chili Verde
Sushi success in Auckland
Despair doesn’t begin to describe the feeling one has when faced with the possibility that one has moved to a country that simply doesn’t enjoy fine sushi. By fine, I don’t mean anything particularly special — I mean only that the sushi must be of premium quality, made by itamae steeped in Japanese tradition, and…
People who should be killed, Part XIX
Back in September, 2003, in Part XI of PWSBK, I railed about the vile nature of people who eat with their mouths open. These people are so poorly mannered, so hideous to behold, that they deserve a new — a second — shout out for their killing. I’ve spent the last two or three weeks…
More sushi goodness
Today, Jeremy and I enjoyed omakase lunch with Isa at Ebisu. I urged Isa to hew freely from my normal sashimi requirements. He delivered several tasty, bright, and colorful plates, including this one. Clockwise from top: ikura and uni in a shiso bed, sprouts and daikon radish, scallop, crunchy and very fresh clam, umi masu…
Best sushi in town?
I’m not a huge fan of taking pictures of food in restaurants, but it seems so appropriate when sushi is involved, and for probably good reason. The bright, shiny, colorful qualities of raw fish — it’s like photographing a fruit bowl, or studying a table-top still life from hundreds of years ago. Left foreground: shiromaguro…
Asleep in Seattle
Just got back from a lovely trip to Seattle. It was my fourth visit to the gray city, but probably the first time I really had a memorable stay. The difference between this and previous visits is that I was sleep-deprived and burnt out from work — two conditions that make a very unhappy and…
Oven-baked omelettes
I had a large link of sweet Italian sausage and 8 pastured eggs lying around and wondered what to do with them. I looked up “sausage omelettes” and encountered this. I didn’t have any milk or onion, and only cheddar cheese. Fine, milk and onions are usually optional for cooked eggs, and I would just…
“Fat fancy words”
I sat the bar of a local oyster house, eagerly awaiting my assorted kusshi, wellfleets, and miyagis, when a very old woman sat down beside me. Although she hadn’t yet opened her mouth, around her hung the fog of a person who is always on the edge of saying something, anything, whether it makes sense…
Savory rosemary-thyme turkey drumsticks
I grew up with dry turkey, no matter who made it: family, friends, family of friends. So, I’m not a big turkey fan. I eat it for Thanksgiving, but rarely otherwise unless it’s a random package of turkey bacon or a sandwich worth of turkey salad. Turkey is like the utilitarian domestic bird: big enough…