Full and happy

Los Angeleno by birth, Northwesterner by choice, Second-hander by nature. Librarian, housebound chef, father, and lowly subject ruled over by the needs and whims of a very old house.
Partial to Mexican, Italian and Vietnamese cookery but will eat damn near anything. Collector of many strange things..the result is chaos and anarchy and a very pleasant place to live.
There is pleasure in accumulation, not just "collecting": music, books and film, in all their multi-formated glory. Outsider artists and those kinds of prints you would recognize if you took liberal studies classes in college. Cooking implements and gadgets for recipes still untried or those ventured. Glasses for most types of libations. Flowers in the garden, herbs in the pot.
It's a life of the senses and a good home life reflects that. Walking helps take in all the rest. Requires no special equipment, opens up the pores, brightens the taste buds, clears the decks for further adventures, puts on the miles, widens the eyes and helps fuel the imagination.

Live boldly, play graciously and love with all your heart knowing that true love comes only once or twice in this lifetime. Speaking of which..donde estas, Empress of my Heart?


"Lack imagination and miss the better story" Yann Martel

"Life is a great adventure and I want to say to you, accept it in such spirit. I want to see you face it ready to do the best that lies in you to win out. To go down without complaining and abiding by the result....the worst of all fears is the fear of living." Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.

"Not I - not anyone else, can travel that road for you
You must travel it for yourself" Walt Whitman

And above all, friends should possess the rare gift of sitting. They should be able, no, eager, to sit for hours-three, four, six-over a meal of soup and wine and cheese, as well as one of twenty fabulous courses.

Then, with good friends of such attributes, and good food on the board, and good wine in the pitcher, we may well ask,

When shall we live if not now?

-From Serve it Forth,
M.F.K. Fisher

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Cooking with Jane: one too many breasts!

My mouth is on fire and it's your fault.

Well, something like that.

Maybe it's the chicken's fault. I found a great pack of chicken breasts last week at Safeway for a good price and have been using them up a little at a time, a breast a day. Hmmm. Let's not go there.

But seriously, I've tried them many different ways these last few days. I have been using my grill pan a lot, which makes cooking them all too easy. A quick turn of the pepper grinder, another quick turn of the salt grinder, a bit of olive oil, five minutes or so over medium high heat and viola! a very nifty piece of meat ready for just about darn near anything.

So, last Thursday I turned the first piece into a sorta a Greek type sandwich. I used up one of the last pieces of flat bread that I made for my dinner party last weekend, heated and folded and added a spritz of that very tasty garlic sauce that I only seem to be able to find at Central Market. A handful of green leaf lettuce, a slug of tomato slices, a rather large slice of onion (not too cool since I had desk duty that afternoon), a slice of deli provolone and that chicken, raging hot with that oil/pepper/salt thing. WOW. Had to go back to work and brag about that.

The next day I tried to recreate an old pasta sauce standard that I made a lot in the fall but the sauce failed miserably. I sauteed everything in butter but the butter did not go well with white wine I used I added a can of tomatoes to try to turn the thing around but it was a failed mission. I ate my fill and tossed the rest out. What a waste. One for one.

The next day I grilled up another breast, but this time tucked it in the middle of a freshly baked sourdough bun. Added a bit of lettuce, a squirt of mustard and a rather large slice of onion. No kissing me, babe, not unless you were onion happy, too.

Today I was hankering for tacos so I fried up four corn tortillas, loaded each of them up with a slim slice of cheddar, a schmear of quacamole, a nice pile of chopped grilled chicken breast, a handful of cilantro/green leaf/Walla Walla Sweet and a dash of Tapatio sauce. Four down and that's gotta be it for the night.

One breast left for tomorrow. Should I attempt to redeem myself with another round of that pasta sauce? I have the half and half on hand, I just don't have the proper amount of cheese to really do it justice. The cheese makes all the difference, you know? Maybe I'll try it again next week with another batch of breasts. I'm sure I'll just grill that last one up, slide it between a couple slices of sourdough. A bit of provolone, a nice big wedge of lettuce, put some garlic butter in the pan and man, a new grilled cheese sandwich thrill. Oh wow, maybe it won't make it till tomorrow! It was hard working kind of day today!


Meanwhile here's a joint that I have to try! The pizza sounds to me to be out of this world!

1 comment:

Thaydra said...

That pizza place in the article sounds great! I'm going to have to keep it in mind next time I head over to Seattle.

The Greek chicken sounds fantastic, too! I will have to try that one out.