<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:13:36.435+01:00</updated><category term='vegetarian'/><category term='paris'/><category term='asian'/><category term='fish'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='gluten free'/><category term='dinner party worthy'/><category term='restaurant'/><category term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Can you feed me?</title><subtitle type='html'>E Guete, Bon Appétit, Enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-5926271400218911568</id><published>2011-06-20T18:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:57:17.744+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner party worthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten free'/><title type='text'>Steamed cod with ginger</title><content type='html'>I typed this up from an old issue of Everyday Food (magazine), and accidentaly published the post. Looks like it was a popular item though, so I'll leave this post up - even though I haven't made this yet!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know how it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 scallions, white and green parts separated and sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp minced peeled fresh ginger&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp rice vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp red-pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;4 skinless cod fillets (6 oz each)&lt;br /&gt;(rice to serve..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a shallow 2 quart microwave safe dish with a lid, stir together scallion whites, ginger, vinager, oil, red pepper flakes and sugar. season with salt. marinate cod in dish 20 min, turning once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cover and microwave on high 5 minutes, let stand, covered until fish is opaque throughout, 5 minutes. top wiht scallion greens. serve fish with rice if desired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-5926271400218911568?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5926271400218911568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/06/steamed-cod-with-ginger_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5926271400218911568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5926271400218911568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/06/steamed-cod-with-ginger_20.html' title='Steamed cod with ginger'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-8420914785436794996</id><published>2011-06-19T09:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:54:10.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging and baking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You might have noticed that I'm trying to post more... more recipes that I make, more meals out, more easy ideas, more vegetarian meals, and more cakes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know if there are any requests. Now that I have this thing called "time", I hope to be cooking more often! and baking more wedding cakes too.. &lt;a href="http://bellesbouchees.com"&gt;bellesbouchees.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-Y-suDn1-U/Tf2pqWv_WZI/AAAAAAAAFbY/g45Wmh0oxbU/s320/P1070592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619834455154710930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-8420914785436794996?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8420914785436794996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-blogging-and-baking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8420914785436794996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8420914785436794996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-blogging-and-baking.html' title='Back to blogging and baking?'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-Y-suDn1-U/Tf2pqWv_WZI/AAAAAAAAFbY/g45Wmh0oxbU/s72-c/P1070592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-6753605792758263387</id><published>2011-06-19T09:11:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:50:04.826+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten free'/><title type='text'>Black Bean Burgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T52fkc6EtyE/Tf2kHJO5BpI/AAAAAAAAFag/Yobxvoa6nWg/s320/burger.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T52fkc6EtyE/Tf2kHJO5BpI/AAAAAAAAFag/Yobxvoa6nWg/s320/burger.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619828352672663186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made up gigantic pot of black beans earlier in the week, so we wanted to make something to use them up. Black bean burgers it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out the food processor and mixed up the ingredients. Had to add some more almond meal after I saw that the first ones I fried up were too mushy... fry them up one or two at a time, so you can play with the consistency and do what works for you. If you are making them to be served on buns - you might need to add more almond meal to thicken them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cooked black beans &lt;div&gt;1 Tbsp dijon mustard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Tbsp minced garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tbsp minced onions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tbsp minced cilantro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup (ish) almond meal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;serve with:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;butter lettuce leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomatoes, sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red and yellow peppers, roasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onions, super thinly sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hot sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dijon mustard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instructions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Roast off the peppers first. Put peppers directly over open flame on stove (if you don't have a gas stove.. put on burner?? I don't know what to do in that case..) Once the peppers are good and charred, place them in a bowl and put plastic wrap on top, OR put in a brown paper bag. Basically you are just trying to trap the steam as the peppers cool, which helps the charred skin be peeled off of the pepper flesh. mmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here are the peppers roasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLlJQDtk4SU/Tf2kh1NT1EI/AAAAAAAAFbA/9thxgwlqs4I/s320/roastedpepper.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619828811153790018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Place all ingredients to make burgers (black beans, mustard, garlic, onions, cilantro, almond meal, egg) in food processor. Pulse until well mixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPjZtbv7tCE/Tf2la5mnc9I/AAAAAAAAFbQ/c0d9vQMJVcA/s320/foodprocessor.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619829791586218962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tkMMwW66YaQ/Tf2ki-xPRYI/AAAAAAAAFbI/K188S03ZQLw/s320/paste.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619828830900274562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;3. Form patties and place in oil in a medium fry pan that is over medium-high heat. Fry on both sides for a few minutes. You'll have to play around here with the right amount of heat, oil, time, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOFrCTCZy2c/Tf2kJPcNnAI/AAAAAAAAFa4/-KyqQHtJoTQ/s320/fry2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619828388698889218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s0GipopU5D8/Tf2kISUy40I/AAAAAAAAFaw/mySIH8JNItY/s320/fryflip.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619828372293215042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;4. Serve burgers with lettuce (topped or topless) and all the fixin's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-siJJOQzIByc/Tf2kHraHaMI/AAAAAAAAFao/6PK8iPdUHts/s320/burgerwithlid.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619828361846548674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-6753605792758263387?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6753605792758263387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/06/black-bean-burgers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/6753605792758263387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/6753605792758263387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/06/black-bean-burgers.html' title='Black Bean Burgers'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T52fkc6EtyE/Tf2kHJO5BpI/AAAAAAAAFag/Yobxvoa6nWg/s72-c/burger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-8587141158850286825</id><published>2011-06-13T22:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:11:25.293+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner party worthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gluten free'/><title type='text'>Stuffed Red Peppers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGAxQGRTm4w/TfZvG35gR8I/AAAAAAAAFaU/ltC1YVFuLrg/s1600/StuffedRedPepper.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGAxQGRTm4w/TfZvG35gR8I/AAAAAAAAFaU/ltC1YVFuLrg/s200/StuffedRedPepper.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617799749066311618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our take on stuffed red peppers: tofu and almond meal in the filling and plenty of chives - that we grew (!!) on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were super quick and easy to make, yet something I like to jokingly call "dinner party worthy". Some of our quick weeknight dinners leave something to be desired in the looks category, but this one I would gladly serve to guests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pack Tofu (1 lb)&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup Almond Meal (blanched, not blanched, whatever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tbsp Tomato Paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tbps Pesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small-medium onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;italian spices (oregano, thyme, red pepper, etc..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - 4 Red Peppers (one per person)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 bunch Chives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instructions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;note: we made this a few weeks ago, I hope these instructions are accurate enough!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-preheat oven to 375 deg-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Mince up the onion and sauté until translucent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Take the tofu, cut it up into small pieces (about 1/4"). Toss in a big bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Add the onions, the tomato paste, pesto and almond meal to the tofu in the bowl. Stir it up. Add a little salt, pepper, oregano, thyme, red pepper, etc.. to your taste preferences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Take the tops off the peppers by cutting around the stem with a paring knife. Pull out the center with the white part and seeds. Use your hands to remove any that stayed behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Fill the peppers with the stuffing mixture. Put stuffed peppers in a pyrex dish or whatnot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Bake until tops are uber golden (if I recall it took about 45 min?!) Top with chives and serve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: this filling made way more than enough for two peppers... we filled &lt;a href="http://www.wilton.com/store/site/product.cfm?id=FCA2B8F0-423B-522D-FD56ED2EA2354C9F&amp;amp;fid=FCA2B90F-423B-522D-F97CEF288BFADC90"&gt;reusable silicon muffin cups&lt;/a&gt; with the filling, and baked it for about 20 min - until golden. Those were super good reheated later in the week, almost like vegetarian meatballs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-8587141158850286825?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8587141158850286825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/06/stuffed-red-peppers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8587141158850286825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8587141158850286825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/06/stuffed-red-peppers.html' title='Stuffed Red Peppers'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGAxQGRTm4w/TfZvG35gR8I/AAAAAAAAFaU/ltC1YVFuLrg/s72-c/StuffedRedPepper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-8107828005423309070</id><published>2011-03-25T18:19:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:40:03.131+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner party worthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>No really, you came to New York to cook?!?</title><content type='html'>We cook a lot in SF.  In the Bay Area, I think it's expected  that you both know how to cook, and enjoy cooking.  So it's no surprise many people cook together, as you know, a 'fun' thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I flew to NY to visit people, and visiting friends includes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt; with friends.  Revolutionary I know.  I have been told that New York is known for food, and I am sure that the city knows what it's doing... but so do Joyce and I!  Why go out to eat, when you can spend the evening catching up, and hearing amazing stories, all while trying to figure out how to make quinoa burgers?  Don't get me wrong, I enjoy going out to eat as a treat, but I adore cooking and dining with friends.  Life can't get much better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brooklyn Quinoa Burgers on the Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(take this recipe as a really rough guide, this is beyond approximate)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 c cooked quinoa (leftovers!)&lt;br /&gt;1 small onion&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;1 carrot&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c chopped parsley&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dried mushrooms, rehydrated and drained&lt;br /&gt;a melange of french and italian herbs (herbs de provence, oregano and tarragon)&lt;br /&gt;leftover prune apple duck gravy (true story)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;some matzo meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brioche buns&lt;br /&gt;mustard&lt;br /&gt;watercress&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;fontina, sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mince onion and garlic, sautee&lt;br /&gt;2. Fine chop in food processor the drained rehydrated dried mushrooms, carrot, and parsley.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add onion garlic, pulse a little to mix.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add maybe 1/2 cup of gravy and pulse into mixture&lt;br /&gt;5. Dump into bowl, add in quinoa and 2 eggs and some matzo&lt;br /&gt;6. In a pan, heat up some canola (or whatever) oil, make a patty and fry one to check consistency.  Add more egg/matzo as needed&lt;br /&gt;7. Fry up patties, remember to be gentle.  If you don't manhandle it, it will stay together.  Low heat, slowly getting brown will help.&lt;br /&gt;note: when burgers are done, throw the cheese on top of the patties with a lid on for a few minutes, that'll melt it.&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat on toasted brioche bun with watercress, tomato and mustard and melted fontina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved burgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XY-nBsKMXqo/TYzQ_A738DI/AAAAAAAAEPs/uijkshPKG1Q/s1600/IMAG0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XY-nBsKMXqo/TYzQ_A738DI/AAAAAAAAEPs/uijkshPKG1Q/s200/IMAG0528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588071018661408818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-8107828005423309070?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8107828005423309070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-really-you-came-to-new-york-to-cook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8107828005423309070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8107828005423309070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-really-you-came-to-new-york-to-cook.html' title='No really, you came to New York to cook?!?'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XY-nBsKMXqo/TYzQ_A738DI/AAAAAAAAEPs/uijkshPKG1Q/s72-c/IMAG0528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-5995499577863356525</id><published>2011-03-24T05:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:40:51.452+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant'/><title type='text'>SFO-JFK for mexican food?</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, what on earth am I doing eating mexican food in NYC not 12 hours after leaving SF?  Well, there's this great new place, &lt;a href="http://pachangapatterson.com/"&gt;Pachanga Patterson&lt;/a&gt; in Astoria (Queens) that is serving up fresh local fare with an obvious mexican twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmaVt1zdS4k/TYrLjnnTrHI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ChXbW1p-hUI/s1600/IMAG0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmaVt1zdS4k/TYrLjnnTrHI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ChXbW1p-hUI/s320/IMAG0169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587502100496231538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry the pic was as good as it was gonna get!  I need to bring my camera next time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the trio of salsas and fresh fried chips to start on while we were sipping on our south of the border inspired cocktails.  I enjoyed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anticuado&lt;/span&gt;, a tequila cocktail with blood orange slices and bitters.  Since I hadn't eaten all day, I knew an entree wouldn't satisfy, so I also ordered the cheese quesadilla, which was excellent.  The main course for me was the 'veggie jenga' - two tostadas piled with radicchio, avocado and beans, topped with a fried egg and sitting on sweet potato puree.  It was fantastic, and a very large portion.  My dining partners all enjoyed their tacos, the chipotle braised short ribs being the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the restaurant describe their own cuisine (from their website) http://pachangapatterson.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For years we've worked in all kinds of restaurants - Asian, pan-Asian,  seasonal American, new American, rustic Italian, upscale Italian - but  at the end of the night, after the last customer has left, the food that  comes out of every NYC restaurant kitchen is decidedly Mexican.  The  cooks primarily from Mexico, take the ingredients available and create  Mexican-influenced food for the rest of the staff.  It's family meal  Mexican style.  We've come to love this mash-up of Mexican and NYC.   It's fresh, delicious, uncomplicated and without pretense.  This  restaurant is dedicated to our restaurant family.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself in these parts, I'd definitely hit up Pachanga Patterson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-5995499577863356525?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5995499577863356525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/03/sfo-jfk-for-mexican-food.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5995499577863356525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5995499577863356525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/03/sfo-jfk-for-mexican-food.html' title='SFO-JFK for mexican food?'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmaVt1zdS4k/TYrLjnnTrHI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ChXbW1p-hUI/s72-c/IMAG0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-4683438974057198294</id><published>2011-02-06T22:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:46:45.238+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><title type='text'>Pho by The Real Mamma Dang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8YTvWeIVI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/i-53jFfQsQE/s1600/P1060703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8YTvWeIVI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/i-53jFfQsQE/s320/P1060703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570697991487889746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to my good friends' house for a special dinner.  Homemade pho.  Her parents were in town, so it was a chance for me to "learn" how to make it.  She explained all the steps, and I got to watch, but I don't think she was ready to chance the outcome on my helping out!    The house smelled wonderful, and the soup was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recipe, but here's the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homemade Mamma Dang Pho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Marrow&lt;br /&gt;Ox Tail&lt;br /&gt;Flank Steak&lt;br /&gt;Onions, 3 whole&lt;br /&gt;White Radish, 2 peeled&lt;br /&gt;Star Anise&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Fish Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Rice Noodles&lt;br /&gt;Bean Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for garnishing at the table&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro, Basil, Mint, Green Onions - chopped&lt;br /&gt;Red Onion, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;Additional Bean Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Sliced Lemon&lt;br /&gt;Hoisin, Oyster and Sriracha Sauces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Instructions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil beef marrow bones in a small pot of water to 'clean' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, bring a large pot of water to a simmer with the three large white onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bone marrow are clean (don't ask me how long this took...maybe 30 min?), rinse them in fresh water.  Rinse the oxtail, and rinse the flank steak in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add meat to big pot of simmering water.  Add star anise, large chopped radish, and boil until the flank steak is chopstick tender (that is, you can easily stick a chopstick in it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook rice noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add broth, sliced meat and heated meat balls, bean sprouts and serve at the table with garnishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I think that's how it went down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-4683438974057198294?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/4683438974057198294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/02/pho-by-real-mamma-dang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/4683438974057198294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/4683438974057198294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/02/pho-by-real-mamma-dang.html' title='Pho by The Real Mamma Dang'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8YTvWeIVI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/i-53jFfQsQE/s72-c/P1060703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-1420347675058400891</id><published>2011-02-03T09:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:47:20.930+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>Roasted Dinner (When we're lazy but still cook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUppviFsEmI/AAAAAAAAEL0/aioEsWHF3UM/s1600/P1060666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUppviFsEmI/AAAAAAAAEL0/aioEsWHF3UM/s320/P1060666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569380154522473058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably have a roasted dinner once a week.  This colorful dish comes together quickly, and just somehow made enough for a little leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roasted Confetti Veggies with Tofu and Tempeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Head Cauliflower, white&lt;br /&gt;Head Cauliflower, purple&lt;br /&gt;Half, large jalapeno, finely sliced&lt;br /&gt;Half an onion, finely sliced&lt;br /&gt;Super firm, vacuum packed tofu&lt;br /&gt;Tempeh&lt;br /&gt;paprika, to taste&lt;br /&gt;cayenne, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oven to 425 deg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop up veggies, but use that stalk!  After cutting off florets, peel the base with the knife if really thick, then chop up into small pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUpqdZwgRKI/AAAAAAAAEL8/UjXqbHgiCQw/s1600/P1060652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUpqdZwgRKI/AAAAAAAAEL8/UjXqbHgiCQw/s320/P1060652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569380942560117922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a good glug of olive oil on the bottom of two sheet pans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sheet pans, mix cubed tofu, tempeh, chopped veggies and some salt, pepper, cayenne and paprika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake in the oven 'til done' (you'll get used to me saying that).  I'd give it 20-30 minutes.   Make sure it's brown on the edges though, that's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips:&lt;br /&gt;1) Try to have vegetables be a size so they cook in the same amount of time.  That is, all the florets the same size, but the stalk pieces smaller so they cook in the same amount of time as the florets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't crowd the sheet pan.  You want your veggies roasting, not steaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) HOT oven!  425 works for my oven, experiment with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we made enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUprMNVHaSI/AAAAAAAAEME/qIi7ThrlN4k/s1600/P1060657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUprMNVHaSI/AAAAAAAAEME/qIi7ThrlN4k/s320/P1060657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569381746677868834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-1420347675058400891?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1420347675058400891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/02/roasted-dinner-when-were-lazy-but-still.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1420347675058400891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1420347675058400891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/02/roasted-dinner-when-were-lazy-but-still.html' title='Roasted Dinner (When we&apos;re lazy but still cook)'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUppviFsEmI/AAAAAAAAEL0/aioEsWHF3UM/s72-c/P1060666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-1752730751748781023</id><published>2011-01-31T05:12:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:05.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Cake for Grown ups?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUZHfDb5T1I/AAAAAAAAELM/vwxBUHpjtXw/s1600/P1060639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUZHfDb5T1I/AAAAAAAAELM/vwxBUHpjtXw/s320/P1060639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568216588114022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This version of chocolate cake I have made a few times, and made it again this weekend for a wedding cake tasting as well as a birthday cake.  I take my all time favorite - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;financier&lt;/span&gt; - which is a brown butter almond cake, traditionally bite sized, and use it for a larger cake.  I added cocoa powder for a chocolate version, and filled it with a thick salted creme fraiche caramel, and iced it with a bittersweet chocolate ganache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUZHoJkLZeI/AAAAAAAAELU/f-TE0jQApfE/s1600/P1060638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUZHoJkLZeI/AAAAAAAAELU/f-TE0jQApfE/s320/P1060638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568216744378197474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake is undeniably chocolate, yet it has many more dimension than a traditional chocolate cake.  There's nuttiness from the almond meal, saltiness from the caramel, and bitterness from the dark chocolate ganache.  Plus the texture of the cake due to the moisture from the almond meal and brown butter gives the cake an almost truffle like texture and density.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few in cupcake form, with the tops cut-off so I could fill them with caramel, then added back the tops and iced them with ganache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUZFap7_2xI/AAAAAAAAEK8/qpgHvZfnq4Y/s1600/P1060644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUZFap7_2xI/AAAAAAAAEK8/qpgHvZfnq4Y/s320/P1060644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568214313526614802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe the best part about this recipe?  It's super easy. Well.... certainly not as easy as chocolate chip cookies, but for the results you get, it's relatively easy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a scale (and a good calculator) you can make just about any size batch - and you can make it by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate Financier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This batch yielded 2- 6" cakes, and 10 cupcakes (random I know), maybe it'll yeild 2 - 9" pans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 oz Butter - melt and brown this after weighing&lt;br /&gt;16.5 oz Powdered Sugar&lt;br /&gt;3.33 oz Cake Flour&lt;br /&gt;6.5 oz Almond Meal&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Cocoa Powder&lt;br /&gt;12 oz Egg Whites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Melt and Brown the butter (&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/HowTo/Browning-Butter/Detail.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; are instructions if you don't know how.  note: i always use a whisk, not a spoon, and use a light metal pan so you can watch the color).  Leave butter on the counter top for a little while, and then put in fridge to help it cool down.  You will want to add the butter to the batter when it is a thick liquid, and almost solidified.  Keep an eye on it in the fridge, otherwise, if it solidifies - you just nuke it for a few seconds so it's pourable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Measure all dry ingredients and mix with a dry whisk in a med/large bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When the butter is cool but still liquid (and maybe a litle thick), add the egg whites to the dries.  Mix with a whisk until incorporated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Add the butter in 3 additions, whisking the batter after each addition.  The butter, as it starts to cool, will allow the batter to stiffen, and start looking like a creamed cake batter.  (You can do this in a stand mixer:  Pour the butter in a thin stream on low, then crank it up to med/high for several seconds to whip some air in the batter.)  The batter should be kinda fluffy and not runny like when just the eggs were in it.  (If you aren't able to get the air in, not a big worry, the cake will just be more dense!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour into cupcake molds (this batter doesn't rise as much as a sponge cake, so fill the cups 2/3 full), or a butter and parchment lined cake pan.  Bake in a preheated oven at 350 deg - until the top springs back when touched or a tooth pick when inserted comes out clean.  Maybe 20 min for the cupcakes, and 30 for the cake?  Bottom line: bake 'til done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salted Caramel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yields 2-3cups?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* make in advance so that it is cool and thick for the cake filling or topping*&lt;br /&gt;2 cups Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup Corn Syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cold sliced butter&lt;br /&gt;5 Tbsp Heavy Cream&lt;br /&gt;3 T Creme Fraiche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you haven't made carmel before, or are nervous still, have a large bowl of ice water at the ready.  If you get caramel on your hand, you can dunk it in there, and the heat will diffuse quickly so you won't be as badly burned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a light bottomed small/med sauce pan with a lid (2-3 qt?) place the sugar and corn syrup, and a little water (maybe 1/2-3/4 cup).  Make sure the water reaches the side and bottom, but don't swirl the pan or you'll get crystals on the side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Crank up the heat, and cook the sugar water WITH THE LID ON, until the steam stops coming out.  A well fitting lid traps the moisture (most of it), which then rains down the sides of the pan, eliminating the need to wash the sides of a pan with a brush.  Take the lid off once the water is evaporated, and continue to cook the sugar syrup until it starts to color.  Don't walk away at this point!  Watch it until it gets a medium amber, then remove the pot.  You can shock the bottom of the pot in the bowl of ice water - this is good if you are making a larger batch since the residual heat will keep darkening the caramel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Off the heat, add ONE piece of butter.  Stir carefully, it might spatter.  Add the slices (pats) of butter a few at a time, and whisk to melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Add the cream and creme fraiche, the caramel will still be very hot, so be careful when adding it.  It still might spatter.  If the cream and creme fraiche aren't being incorporated easily, you can return the pot to the stove and stir over low heat. That should do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pour into a heat proof container (I use glass) and let cool.  (Overnight is easiest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bittersweet Ganache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 oz Bittersweet Chocolate (70%), chopped&lt;br /&gt;4 oz Heavy Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Put chopped chocolate in a heat proof bowl (metal/glass).&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring cream to a boil, dump over chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let sit for a few minutes, then whisk to incorporate.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let cool on the counter, stirring occasionaly, to thicken it to an icing state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  If the ganache looks a little separated (like it's oily), I add a splash of cold cream, and use an immersion blender to bring it back together.  That's my trick, what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assembly of the Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. I try to level off the cake layers a little, but don't get rid of too much cake! &lt;br /&gt;2. Pipe a thin (1/4"?) border of ganache on the top edge of the bottom layer, so that the caramel filling is contained once you spread it (it'll try to leak out if you don't!).&lt;br /&gt;3. The caramel if left to cool completely will be VERY thick, nuke a small amount for 5-8 sec (seriously no more), and it'll be spreadable but still thick.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carefully&lt;/span&gt;, spread the caramel on the top of the bottom layer, trying not to pull up all the crumbs.  Basically, just "encourage" the caramel to spread.&lt;br /&gt;4. Place the second layer on top, and Ice the sides (you can find a how to video on youtube if you need one..) Don't ice the top of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;5. Spread another round of caramel on the top, bringing it about 1/4-1/2 inch from the edge.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pipe a border on the top, making sure to create a seal with the icing on the side of the cake, so that the caramel doesn't seep through (it'll try!).  Pipe a border on the bottom too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-1752730751748781023?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1752730751748781023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/01/chocolate-cake-for-grown-ups.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1752730751748781023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1752730751748781023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/01/chocolate-cake-for-grown-ups.html' title='Chocolate Cake for Grown ups?'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TUZHfDb5T1I/AAAAAAAAELM/vwxBUHpjtXw/s72-c/P1060639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-5744935870871199032</id><published>2011-01-24T05:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:47:20.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>When Jason is in charge of dinner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TT0FURsQBXI/AAAAAAAAEKo/EaIroLA1l30/s1600/P1060634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TT0FURsQBXI/AAAAAAAAEKo/EaIroLA1l30/s320/P1060634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565610560404325746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open faced sandwich with jalepeno-almond crusted seared tofu, topped with a broccoli slaw omelette.  Fire roasted jalepenos on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your heart out ladies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-5744935870871199032?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5744935870871199032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-jason-is-in-charge-of-dinner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5744935870871199032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5744935870871199032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-jason-is-in-charge-of-dinner.html' title='When Jason is in charge of dinner...'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TT0FURsQBXI/AAAAAAAAEKo/EaIroLA1l30/s72-c/P1060634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-1983191654122492606</id><published>2011-01-20T18:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:47:10.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><title type='text'>Whole Wheat Pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8dC9njxBI/AAAAAAAAENI/UK_PTnVjnww/s1600/P1060720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8dC9njxBI/AAAAAAAAENI/UK_PTnVjnww/s320/P1060720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570703200818021394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just made some Whole Wheat Pancakes last weekend, and then saw this article from Mark Bittman about &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/19/dining/19mini.html?src=me&amp;amp;ref=homepage"&gt;Whole Grain Pancakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pancakes I made was a recipe adapted from &lt;a href="http://knol.google.com/k/buttermilk-pancakes"&gt;this site by Scott Jensen&lt;/a&gt; (proper citing of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my adapted recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buttermilk Whole Wheat Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1.5 cups (350ml) buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;3 Tablespoons Oil (can be substituted with melted butter)&lt;br /&gt;2 Teaspoons (10ml) Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (125g) whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp (40g) sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp (3g) baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp (2g) baking powder (if you are not using whole wheat flour, use 1/2 tsp)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp (4g) salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup ground flax seed (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix first four ingredients (wets) in a small bowl.  Mix last 5 ingredients (dries) in a big bowl.  Add wets, and mix only a bit.  Distribute the liquid, but leave a lot of lumps.  Batter will be thick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cuB6LUFI/AAAAAAAAEMY/XSBsZvHXGxw/s1600/P1060707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cuB6LUFI/AAAAAAAAEMY/XSBsZvHXGxw/s320/P1060707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702841192599634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat griddle/fry pan on med heat with oil or butter.  Start with one pancake to test heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cuqfMeTI/AAAAAAAAEMg/7yDTI6JczpU/s1600/P1060709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cuqfMeTI/AAAAAAAAEMg/7yDTI6JczpU/s320/P1060709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702852085283122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cvI23PmI/AAAAAAAAEMo/aqB9u4O_9Fw/s1600/P1060710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cvI23PmI/AAAAAAAAEMo/aqB9u4O_9Fw/s320/P1060710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702860237618786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Batter is thick, so you'll need to encourage it a bit to take the shape of a circle.  When bubbles start to pop on the wet surface, it's probably ready to flip.  Fry up all the batter, any leftovers pancakes can be frozen and reheated in a toaster or toaster oven.&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cvwIAtdI/AAAAAAAAEM4/QUAvmU8XBqk/s1600/P1060712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cvwIAtdI/AAAAAAAAEM4/QUAvmU8XBqk/s320/P1060712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702870778525138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do NOT over mix batter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't get that gridle too hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) if you want blueberry pancakes, add the berries to the wet side of the pancakes once they are on the griddle, it's easier and more uniform than adding 'em to the dough (I just sprinkle frozen blueberries on, no need to thaw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cvf27MlI/AAAAAAAAEMw/YmJ67GYyQfs/s1600/P1060711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8cvf27MlI/AAAAAAAAEMw/YmJ67GYyQfs/s320/P1060711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570702866411893330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8dCjGhaAI/AAAAAAAAENA/WYAQRqairFI/s1600/P1060719.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I eat with butter and maple syrup, but jam is also good.  (Here they are pre-syrup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8dCjGhaAI/AAAAAAAAENA/WYAQRqairFI/s1600/P1060719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8dCjGhaAI/AAAAAAAAENA/WYAQRqairFI/s320/P1060719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570703193700132866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-1983191654122492606?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1983191654122492606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/01/whole-wheat-pancakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1983191654122492606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1983191654122492606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2011/01/whole-wheat-pancakes.html' title='Whole Wheat Pancakes'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TU8dC9njxBI/AAAAAAAAENI/UK_PTnVjnww/s72-c/P1060720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-7136241865834071170</id><published>2010-06-15T21:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:47:28.588+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>Meatless Mondays!</title><content type='html'>So, have y'all heard of this website? I had of course heard of the concept of cutting meat out of the diet without going completely veg, and I had even heard of "Meatless Mondays", but didn't know there was a big website and movement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meatlessmonday.com/"&gt;http://www.meatlessmonday.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;a href="http://www.meatlessmonday.com/join-the-movement/"&gt;took the pledge&lt;/a&gt; to not eat meat on Mondays. I figured it would be a good commitment, although I think I'm already down to one serving of meat once every other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You in?  Spread the word too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Markell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-7136241865834071170?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7136241865834071170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/06/meatless-mondays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/7136241865834071170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/7136241865834071170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/06/meatless-mondays.html' title='Meatless Mondays!'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-4294798698176040933</id><published>2010-06-14T08:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:47:40.258+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>Roasted Brussels Sprouts &amp; Cauliflower</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah, we all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; roasted veggies, especially brussels sprouts and cauliflower.  Here's a slightly different way to spice things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roasted Brussels Sprouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TBXKfTwACNI/AAAAAAAADx8/8_s3VafKHPw/s1600/P1050517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TBXKfTwACNI/AAAAAAAADx8/8_s3VafKHPw/s320/P1050517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482510760619804882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussels Sprouts - cut in half&lt;br /&gt;Chopped dried rosemary (let's say 1 tbsp for 1# of b.sprouts)&lt;br /&gt;Lavender Salt (approx) 1-2 tsp for 1 # of b.sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix. Spread in a single layer (important so they are crispy!) and bake for around 20 min at 400 deg.  (time varies depending on size of sprouts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roasted Cauliflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TBXLiDu7PfI/AAAAAAAADyE/RZ2DsEQ-xQY/s1600/P1050518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TBXLiDu7PfI/AAAAAAAADyE/RZ2DsEQ-xQY/s320/P1050518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482511907371564530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;head of cauliflower - cut into florets (and dice the stalk)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;Salt &amp;amp; Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix. Spread in a single layer and bake for about 30 min at 400 deg  (Just watch for crispy edges, then you're done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-4294798698176040933?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/4294798698176040933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/06/roasted-brussels-sprouts-cauliflower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/4294798698176040933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/4294798698176040933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/06/roasted-brussels-sprouts-cauliflower.html' title='Roasted Brussels Sprouts &amp; Cauliflower'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TBXKfTwACNI/AAAAAAAADx8/8_s3VafKHPw/s72-c/P1050517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-3177793862616068788</id><published>2010-05-29T19:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:47:45.328+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Chip Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TAFVVaiwEDI/AAAAAAAADw0/VsEuQXSBfdc/s1600/P1050482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TAFVVaiwEDI/AAAAAAAADw0/VsEuQXSBfdc/s320/P1050482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476752448249925682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cookies come from America's Test Kitchen's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Best-Recipe-All-New/dp/0936184744"&gt;The New Best Recipe Cookbook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so popular, at work I would have to make twice as many chocolate chip cookies as any other cookie, in order to keep up with demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do they taste great, but they couldn't be easier to mix up.  You just need a bowl and a spoon.  No mixer necessary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want or need all the cookies, you can freeze the balls already scooped, and just let them sit out for 30 min or so and bake from cold.  You can store dough in fridge too, but it won't keep as long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB. These cookies will be thick and chewy with a crispy edge.  The trick is not overbaking them!  Take out the first sheet early, to get a feel for your oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't tell your mom, you think these are better than hers, Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;/span&gt; yield = 40-50 cookies (2 1/4" diameter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 oz (2 sticks = 1/2 cup)   Butter, melted &lt;br /&gt;8 oz (1 cup + 1 Tbsp)   Brown Sugar &lt;br /&gt;5 oz (1/2 cup + 2.5 Tbsp)   Sugar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2  Yolks &lt;br /&gt;1  Egg &lt;br /&gt;2 tsp  Vanilla extract &lt;br /&gt;14 oz (2 1/2 cups)  All-Purpose Flour &lt;br /&gt;1 tsp  Baking Soda &lt;br /&gt;1 t   Salt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 oz  Chocolate Chips or Chunks    (I prefer using chopped chocolate.  Make sure you scrape all the chocolate dust in too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Melt butter in microwave safe mixing bowl.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Add sugars.  Mix until butter is incorporated.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Add egg yolks, whole egg, and vanilla extract.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Mix dries (flour, baking soda, salt) together in separate container.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Add dries to wets, mix until almost all flour disappears.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Add chopped chocolate (or chips).  Mix until well distributed.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Scoop BEFORE chilling dough, it's much easier.  I make 1 1/4" balls.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Chill scooped dough overnight or for an hour - or bake immediately.. (the cookies will just be thinner though)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Bake cookies, 350 deg, for about 12-13 min.  Rotate 180 and switch racks (top to bottom) at the 9 min mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-3177793862616068788?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/3177793862616068788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/chocolate-chip-cookies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3177793862616068788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3177793862616068788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title='Chocolate Chip Cookies'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/TAFVVaiwEDI/AAAAAAAADw0/VsEuQXSBfdc/s72-c/P1050482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-8442638079156531350</id><published>2010-05-27T01:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:06:24.204+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some fresh recipes?</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to post this link to one of my favorite cooking blogs. It's a great way to find a new recipe for a vegetable you're running out of ways to cook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 Cookbooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-8442638079156531350?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8442638079156531350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-some-fresh-recipes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8442638079156531350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8442638079156531350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-some-fresh-recipes.html' title='Need some fresh recipes?'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-3268726934831209726</id><published>2010-05-27T01:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T01:06:03.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food Movement, Rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2010/jun/10/food-movement-rising/"&gt;"The Food Movement, Rising" by Michael Pollan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Marion Nestle just wrote about this on her &lt;a href="http://www.foodpolitics.com/2010/05/michael-pollan-writes-about-the-food-revolution/"&gt;Food Politics site&lt;/a&gt;, I wanted to include a link to it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just started to read his essay covering a 5 book review that MP wrote for the New York Times Review of Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth checking out the press coverage the Food Revolution is getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-3268726934831209726?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/3268726934831209726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-movement-rising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3268726934831209726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3268726934831209726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-movement-rising.html' title='The Food Movement, Rising'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-3645476521389113627</id><published>2009-06-08T22:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>Au Goût Dujour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Si2B4v3o7yI/AAAAAAAACgs/LzbdVaF2Pbk/s1600-h/P1020850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Si2B4v3o7yI/AAAAAAAACgs/LzbdVaF2Pbk/s400/P1020850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345071144681140002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, a friend had her family in town, and I was invited to join them for dinner.   The only catch was that I had to pick the place.  I quickly consulted one of my favorite blogs, even more so now that I live in Paris, &lt;a href="http://davidlebovitz.com"&gt;David Lebovtiz's Blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Filled with great recipes, fantastic recommendations and very colorful stories, I check it often, trolling the archives for tips for living in Paris.  I found a recommendation for a great value restaurant, actually a cut and paste &lt;a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/2009/03/paris_favorites_eating_drinking.html"&gt;list David made&lt;/a&gt; from other people and their recommendations.  I called the restaurant, Au Goût Dujour, to see if they could take a last minute table for four on a Friday night, and the friendly woman said no problem.  I met my dinning companions for a pre-dinner treat at Pierre Hermé (had to show them the macarons...) and we made our way over to the 15e for dinner, walking towards the restaurant, we could see the Eiffel Tower not to far away, already glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the restaurant, a crisp decor, but still warm and welcoming, and after ordering a bottle of wine, we were presented with a little ramekin of purple olives with olive oil and herbs.  We tasted cumin and fennel, unique and delicious.  The one and only waitress brought over the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ardoise&lt;/span&gt;, the chalkboard menu, and propped it up against the window at our table.  I translated the dishes as best as I could, filling in the blanks, by asking the waitress.  The cuisine is French.  Neither the hearty heavy country food, nor the light, leaving you still hungry,over refined gastro fare, but a pleasant melange of the two.  We ate traditional dishes, showcases some fine spring produce, but we left not feeling stuffed or weighed down by choucroute for example.  I enjoyed a poached egg, over roasted peppers, with a small arugula salad, followed by Saucisse de Morteau, a fresh pork sausage, over lentils de Puy and a dollop of creme fraîche.  Everything was exceptional though, from the chilled pea soup with cantal cream, to the sauteed mackarel, the terrine de campagne and the cod over ratatouille.  We had to order a few desserts, and the winner by a landslide was the pistachio cream with a strawberry compote, and a sablé (buttery shortbread cookie).  That plate was seconds away from being licked, but we remembered our manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this place so much, I came back with another group of out of towners for another fantastic meal.  To top it all off, this place is really a true deal.   Two courses are 18 euros.   Yes, they have a few supplements if you order the fillet de beouf, but all in all this place is shockingly reasonable for the quality of food and decor.   Perhaps that's why you have to trek all the way there, but you can walk to the Eiffel Tower after your meal, to watch it sparkle at midnight.  (Or on the top of any hour after sunset, until 1am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep checking David Lebovitz's blog, and was surprised to find this entry last week.  &lt;a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/2009/05/15_things_i_would_miss_if_i_move.html#more"&gt;15 Things I'd Miss about Paris If I Moved Away&lt;/a&gt;.  Not really a surprise, since it's right up his alley in terms of writing style, but because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;inspired the post!  I was at his book signing a few weeks ago, and after he opened up the floor to questions, he caught us all off guard by forbidding two questions.  I quickly racked my brain, we had to ask him something!  I know the crowd enjoyed his reading, and are all huge fans, and we need to show some respect and ask him something.  I quickly thought of a question, raised my hand, then asked him "You say you don't know when you'll move away, but if you ever do move away from Paris, what would be somethings you'd miss, expected or unexpected?''  I guess I caught him off guard too, since he said, "that's a really good question", paused for a bit, then said, well he'd of course miss the boulangeries.  It's really hard to top having good bread on almost every corner.  He also mentioned he'd miss the french sense of humor, and that they really are nice people.   I was really glad to see him expound on this list, and get a shout out..even if he didn't say my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.au-gout-dujour.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Au Goût Dujour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12, rue Beaugrenelle&lt;br /&gt;Paris 75015&lt;br /&gt;Metro: Charles Michels&lt;br /&gt;01 45 71 68 36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-3645476521389113627?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/3645476521389113627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/au-gout-dujour.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3645476521389113627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3645476521389113627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/au-gout-dujour.html' title='Au Goût Dujour'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Si2B4v3o7yI/AAAAAAAACgs/LzbdVaF2Pbk/s72-c/P1020850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-799315574608692072</id><published>2009-06-03T18:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>An Ode to Mâche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SiashGP0msI/AAAAAAAACf0/m8WVRalQCQs/s1600-h/P1020792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SiashGP0msI/AAAAAAAACf0/m8WVRalQCQs/s400/P1020792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343147692534307522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I wish I had paid more attention in High School English, perhaps I would then be able to write an ode to mâche.   In the US, you might catch a reference to mâche on a French menu, or from Martha Stewart but here in France it is everywhere - even the discount grocery store.  It is eaten throughout the winter, until the more delicate spring greens are available.  I am seeing it less and less as the summer approaches.  Although I appreciate the respect for seasonality here, I do want to get my fill of mâche before heading back to SF.  Mâche grows in tiny clusters, which are preserved during the picking, sometimes you'll even see roots!  The tear drop shape is also reminiscent of lamb's ears and it is sometimes called "lambs lettuce" in English.  The taste is mild, reminding me of spinach but not as chalky.  The crispy stems combined with the tender leaves makes a perfect salad, with only a mustard vinaigrette as an enhancer.   I'll bring a container for a picnic with the dressing on the bottom (whole grain mustard, lemon juice, olive oil, salt and pepper) then mâche on top, and just mix it there to prevent the leaves from getting to wilted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although thought of as just a salad green, I wanted to see what else it could do.  Turns out it wilts nicely, just like spinach, and you can throw it in at the end of any dish.  The other month, when cheap favas were abundant at the market, I did a fava bean and mâche risotto.  Or even with some scrambeled eggs, instead of spinach.  If you can get your hands on some while it's still available, let me know what you do with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-799315574608692072?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/799315574608692072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-to-mache.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/799315574608692072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/799315574608692072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-to-mache.html' title='An Ode to Mâche'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SiashGP0msI/AAAAAAAACf0/m8WVRalQCQs/s72-c/P1020792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-1227491032365284430</id><published>2009-05-11T23:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>La Boulangerie - A Birthday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had a dear friend in town in April, and lucky for me, she was here for my birthday. She treated me to a delicious dinner at La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Boulangerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  Now, it's not a bakery, rather a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;petit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; restaurant in a space that was formerly a bakery. We were recommended this place by some friends, and it was as good as they promised. I liked the space, the typical mirrors, chalkboards (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ardoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;) with wine offerings, even a list of whiskies - I'll have to go back for those again, and a whole assortment of diners. We enjoyed seeing a table with two families sitting at it, their kids enjoying dishes clearly not off a child's menu. Come to think of it, there was no kiddie menu, but those children enjoyed their steamed salmon or seared veal just the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sgia7Zd3QuI/AAAAAAAACc4/Y0NaJTjePy8/s1600-h/P1020648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sgia7Zd3QuI/AAAAAAAACc4/Y0NaJTjePy8/s320/P1020648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684103859454690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Pictured above was one of our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;entrées&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, remember that 'entrée' means entrance, that is the first course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; the main course that it somehow was assigned to describe in the US.  My dining companion ordered the terrine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; lapin as pictured, and it was fantastic. I am always a fan of rabbit, and I predict that will be something I miss when I move away. Rabbit is very common here in France, and to me, somewhere between pork and duck in flavor. It isn't quite as gamy as duck to me, but nice and deep in flavor at the same time. The black line in the terrine was a layer of black olives, and the terrine was served atop some caramelized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, and was a nice twist on the traditional terrine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; lapin.  I enjoyed beef &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;carpaccio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; with a parmesan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;tuile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; crisp, on a bed of warm olive oil risotto.  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;carpaccio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; seemed to melt in my mouth, complimented only by some sea salt and delicious olive oil. I enjoyed the simplicity of the dish, and it illustrated one of my basic principals and pieces of advice; the simpler the dish, and the fewer ingredients you use, the higher quality they need to be. A dish doesn't need to have that many elements to really impress your palate, often the clarity of the elements speaks louder to me than a complex thirty component dish. But maybe that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; For our plats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;principaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;onglet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;veau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (veal hanger steak), served with an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;herbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; potato cake, and an olive infused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. My friend had beautiful Scottish salmon with white asparagus and salmon cream. Both dishes were really quite superb. Both the veal and the salmon were nicely cooked, and the accompanying sauces had bold flavors which complemented the mild flavor of the main component. As always, I enjoyed the white asparagus, a real spring treat here in Europe, unfortunately also not cultivated very frequently state side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Finally for dessert, I just had to order the rhubarb compote with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;fromage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;frais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; mousse, and we ordered the citrus cream and cake with raspberry coulis as well. Both were light, intense and bright in flavor, of course due to the tang from the rhubarb or citrus and raspberries. I adored my dessert, I really am a sucker for rhubarb, reminding me of all the goodies my grandmother used to make. It was always a treat to be at the farm during rhubarb season, my cousin would go gather some fresh rhubarb, and my grandma, sisters, with whomever else was around, and I would whip up some rhubarb pie, rhubarb bars, and well, many other combinations of rhubarb and dough. Back to the dessert at hand though, the rhubarb compote was perfect, cooked down rhubarb with only enough sugar to make it palatable, but still wonderfully tart. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;fromage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;frais&lt;/span&gt; mousse was so wonderfully creamy, as in tasting of cream, but light and a beautiful balance to the rhubarb.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; The meal was a fantastic birthday treat, really all I can ask for, lovely food, with a lovely friend, and in a lovely city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sgia7oJtvbI/AAAAAAAACdA/cJy5aVKwunc/s1600-h/P1020659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sgia7oJtvbI/AAAAAAAACdA/cJy5aVKwunc/s320/P1020659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334684107801476530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Boulangerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; 15 rue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Panoyaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Paris 75020&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; metro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Ménilmontant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" jstcache="62" dir="ltr" jscontent="$this.number" class="tel"&gt;01 43 58 45 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-1227491032365284430?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1227491032365284430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-boulangerie-birthday-dinner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1227491032365284430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1227491032365284430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-boulangerie-birthday-dinner.html' title='La Boulangerie - A Birthday Dinner'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sgia7Zd3QuI/AAAAAAAACc4/Y0NaJTjePy8/s72-c/P1020648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-8408899945759467872</id><published>2009-05-07T23:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>Still here!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am still alive and well in Paris, although a bit behind on blogging.  I figured I'd upload a few pictures, since that is quite easy, and start catching up this weekend.  We have a three day weekend (on fait le pont), and I'll try to catch up with posts on my birthday here in Paris, my trip to Berlin, and my trip to Nashville.  I have some white asparagus in the fridge, so maybe even a post about whatever I make with those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SgNSNwrb_AI/AAAAAAAACcI/5p4DcfwY9T4/s1600-h/P1020452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SgNSNwrb_AI/AAAAAAAACcI/5p4DcfwY9T4/s320/P1020452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333196780095667202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Pierre Herme's Ispahan Croissant.  Ispahan is his combination of Rose, Litchi and Raspberry, and I am just in love with it.  This was the last one they had one day (I figure the more symetrical ones sold first), so I snatched it up and took it home, again excerising patience I didn't realize I had.  You gotta bring it home to take a picture of it!  This combination is simply divine, and in every incarnation of it I have adored it.  Macaron, croissant, mille feuille... delicieux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SgNaZ4W1oeI/AAAAAAAACcQ/EDxkhv9AqTg/s1600-h/P1020478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SgNaZ4W1oeI/AAAAAAAACcQ/EDxkhv9AqTg/s320/P1020478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333205784408203746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were an attempt at the very very popular Chocolate Chip Cookie I used to serve at work, but alas, even with imported brown sugar (thanks sis), they didn't turn out quite right.  Luckily the high quality chocolate saved them, but between eyeing the measurements, and baking them in an oven that burns the bottom of almost everything, they came out just on the side of edible.  I have some more brown sugar, so I'll have to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SgNckfX37bI/AAAAAAAACcY/KeKfhWr1B54/s1600-h/P1020523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SgNckfX37bI/AAAAAAAACcY/KeKfhWr1B54/s320/P1020523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333208165703478706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day, I saw these beautiful eggplant at the grocery store! I didn't even have to go to the market to spot these beauties.  I sauteed them, and served them with some tarragon and pasta, it was an unusual combo, but it worked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-8408899945759467872?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8408899945759467872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8408899945759467872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8408899945759467872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SgNSNwrb_AI/AAAAAAAACcI/5p4DcfwY9T4/s72-c/P1020452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-5493692954274318974</id><published>2009-04-09T23:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>Churros in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5tFMCq41I/AAAAAAAACSM/RjM5qkH9eLQ/s1600-h/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5tFMCq41I/AAAAAAAACSM/RjM5qkH9eLQ/s320/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322811745497703250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is the most adorable man at the Marché Bastille, who makes fresh &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Churro"&gt;churros&lt;/a&gt;.  So fresh, they couldn't be any fresher!  We walked by the stand, barely noticing it, but the smell brought us back, as well as seeing some happy customers munching away on a batch.  So we turned around and headed back, this will be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few people ahead of us, always a good sign for anything food related I've found, and waiting gave us time to watch and learn.  He had a few churros on the display table, but we quickly realized those were display only, as he wouldn't serve any churros older than 20 seconds.  He seemed to recognized some regulars, and started frying up an order.  One order at a time.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; two at a time.  A bag of 6 churros for 2 Euros and a bag of 3 for 1 Euro.  You can't beat that.  Plus these churros were at least a foot long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we step up to order, he turns to us and tells us that it'll be five minutes since he has to make more batter.  Again, the waiting turned out to be a valuable learning experience as we saw how he made it.  Churros use a dough very similar to choux paste, the dough used for eclairs, cream puffs, gougeres,etc..    He had a big bowl in which he mixed the flour, butter, water, eggs and some vanilla, the steam rising up and fogging his glasses.  He reloaded the press which he mounted above the filled-to-the-brim vat of oil the churros would be fried in.  He pressed out a batch for us, and before we knew it, he was rolling them in sugar, and passing them to us.  I ordered a Cannellé too, since I am a huge fan of them and they looked very good.  (They are the tiny brown cake pictured below, look kind of like a castle tower..). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to walk off, but dug in immediately, and those churros were amazing.  I wouldn't even attempt to say I am an expert, but I think you'd be hard pressed to find better ones.  Crispy, not greasy, and perfectly hot and sugared, they disappeared quickly!  I might have to go back this weekend and check it out again.  And the Cannellé had the right texture (in my opinion), and the hint of lemon was nice, but I prefer the classic vanilla bean and rum combination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linternaute.com/paris/magazine/diaporama/06/marches/bastille/1.shtml"&gt;Marché Bastille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boulevard Richard-Lenoir&lt;br /&gt;between rues Amelot et Saint-Sabin&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 7 - 2:30&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 7 - 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5u5pjxONI/AAAAAAAACSk/sNnFsOaaDoU/s1600-h/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5u5pjxONI/AAAAAAAACSk/sNnFsOaaDoU/s320/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322813746285983954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5u5kZRwlI/AAAAAAAACSc/5oTR6EVT_FM/s1600-h/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5u5kZRwlI/AAAAAAAACSc/5oTR6EVT_FM/s320/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322813744899801682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5u5XfFvWI/AAAAAAAACSU/kkjA-_P3uV4/s1600-h/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5u5XfFvWI/AAAAAAAACSU/kkjA-_P3uV4/s320/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322813741434518882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photos courtesy of my friend Val, on her visit to Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-5493692954274318974?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5493692954274318974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/04/churros-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5493692954274318974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5493692954274318974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/04/churros-in-paris.html' title='Churros in Paris'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sd5tFMCq41I/AAAAAAAACSM/RjM5qkH9eLQ/s72-c/switzerland%2Bparis_20090322_3633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-8501076173375281260</id><published>2009-03-26T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>you know you're in france when...</title><content type='html'>you make mayonnaise for a sandwich and your flatmate doesn't even blink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-8501076173375281260?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8501076173375281260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-youre-in-france-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8501076173375281260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8501076173375281260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-youre-in-france-when.html' title='you know you&apos;re in france when...'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-7766312724050105265</id><published>2009-03-25T23:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>La Cave de l'Os à Moelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/ScvRH0YLGUI/AAAAAAAACRQ/_WSx2cY3EB4/s1600-h/P1020369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/ScvRH0YLGUI/AAAAAAAACRQ/_WSx2cY3EB4/s200/P1020369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317573717290326338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people pull band-aids off slowly, and some rip it off in one go.  If you are in the latter group, consider this the place to go for an induction in French food.  Now I realize that this analogy is horrible considering band-aid removal in either scenario is entirely unpleasant and this restaurant is exactly the opposite.  I only wish to convey how many different dishes you get to enjoy in one go!  And lordy, they should give you a warning, "don't eat like an American here!"  There are just so many dishes you want to try, and a little goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this place dog eared in my trusty &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clotildes-Edible-Adventures-Clotilde-Dusoulier/dp/0767926137"&gt;Edible Adventures in Paris&lt;/a&gt; book, but it jumped to the top of the list after a classmate recommended it AND I had some friends in town to test it out with.  What makes this place special is you pick out your bottle of wine from the wall and pay wine store prices, without the restaurant markup or a corkage fee.  Waiting on the table for you is a enormous assortment of starters.  A big bowl of rillettes, two terrines, three different shredded salads; carrot, celeriac and beet, a beautiful platter of crudités with some housemade mayonnaise.  Now I have only been here two months, but I already know that these dishes do not a meal make.  These are clearly the 'entrées' by the original French meaning.  I mention this to the Canadian couple next to us, and they look wide eyed at me "What?! There's more food?!"  I tell them "Of course! There is the main course too, these are just the starters that they put on the table for us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should further explain at this point that this restaurant is called a "table d'hôte" because it is a family style joint.  We made a reservation, but we are seated with other people at large tables filled with the entrees.  You serve yourself the soup from the adorable stove squished in the corner, followed by the main course, also on the stove, then cheese, then dessert, lots of dessert.  Now, by no means does this feel like a cafeteria, if anything it feels like you are in someone's home and they had 20 people over for dinner, squeezed you into a few tables and had you serve yourself.  Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup was a fantastic cream of mushroom and artichoke, smooth but not heavy, and just wonderful with the basket of bread that we refilled by slicing our own.  Following the soup, we spooned some rice cooked with herbs and dried tomatoes (these aren't your chewy sweet sun dried tomatoes, but rather real tomatoes, roasted with some herbs and garlic) and ladled the braised pork with olives on top.  So fantastically flavorful but not heavy which was impressive and a bit of a relief considering how much rillettes we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We served ourselves a few slices of cheese, from a selection of goat cheeses, of which we enjoyed 3 of the 4.  Having eaten so much cheese the night before, we didn't go crazy with this course.  Finally, we had dessert, and although we didn't even have room, we had to try it all.  For research of course.  There was over fifteen desserts, I kid you not.  Four or five types of pound cakes, a cherry clafoutis, fromage blanc with berries, port stewed prunes with walnuts, baked apple crisp, creme caramel, rice pudding, three types of pot de creme; chocolate, coffee and lemon, and the classic îles flotantes, just to name a few.  Ironically, the stand out for me was the stewed prunes.  Sexy I know, but they were delicious!  The pots de creme  were a favorite of my dining companions although they weren't velvety enough for me...perhaps they used too much milk in the recipe and not enough cream.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SiamuCkmm5I/AAAAAAAACfk/mqJk3fDYq1Y/s1600-h/switzerland%2Bparis_20090320_3362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SiamuCkmm5I/AAAAAAAACfk/mqJk3fDYq1Y/s320/switzerland%2Bparis_20090320_3362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343141317816261522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We only put away one bottle of wine, and would have definitely cracked open another had we not been kicked out.  Well, we weren't kicked out exactly, but the only negative thing I have to say about this place is that there are two seatings.  You either eat at 7:30 and have to leave at 9:30 or eat at 9:30 and see what food they have left!  We went with the earlier seating, but considering the crowd of people waiting for us to leave, looks like there are plenty of (french) people who have no problem eating at 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crisp air was a nice digestif as we walked home, and even after a 5 day eating adventure in Paris, this could be crowned the highlight.  Did I mention there was a seemingly bottomless pot of cornichons on the table?  I think I found my heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SiamuJYHY4I/AAAAAAAACfs/mF4FdKtKiQI/s1600-h/switzerland%2Bparis_20090320_3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SiamuJYHY4I/AAAAAAAACfs/mF4FdKtKiQI/s320/switzerland%2Bparis_20090320_3364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343141319642932098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La Cave de l'Os à Moelle&lt;br /&gt;181 rue de Lourmel&lt;br /&gt;Paris, 75015&lt;br /&gt;metro: Lourmel&lt;br /&gt;01 45 57 28 28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-7766312724050105265?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7766312724050105265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-cave-de-los-moelle.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/7766312724050105265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/7766312724050105265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-cave-de-los-moelle.html' title='La Cave de l&apos;Os à Moelle'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/ScvRH0YLGUI/AAAAAAAACRQ/_WSx2cY3EB4/s72-c/P1020369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-1747512112451364732</id><published>2009-03-10T18:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>Le Zinc des Cavistes</title><content type='html'>I now have my "go-to" wine bar!  Granted I didn't find it, my old friend led me to it, and I am very grateful to have this card in my hand.  Le Zinc des Cavistes is a wine bar that offers a wide selection of wine by the glass, and at completely reasonable prices.  I have noticed that ordering wine by the glass is less common than ordering a bottle for the table, even if there are just two of you, or even if it's just lunch.  However, at le Zinc, you can sample many different types of wine, as always, organized by region.  In the US, we are used to seeing what type of grapes are used for the wine, Merlot, Pinot Noir, etc..  However, in France, the wines are described by what region they are grown in, and that is enough information for most connoisseurs.  For example, about 50% of wines from Bordeaux are Merlot.  Apparently, even a true connoisseur can even tell you where within the region it comes from...I'm not quite there yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a popular spot, and it quickly fills up, but I've gotten there before 8pm both times and haven't had a problem getting a table on a weeknight.  I have only had the platter of assorted charcuterie, but I think next time I need to order a full meal.  Or those profiteroles, they looked pretty good too.  The charcuterie plate is one of my favorite things to nibble on with a glass of wine, or even beer, but who am I kidding, this is France and wine it is.  Last time I tried &lt;a href="http://www.terroir-france.com/region/beaujolais-brouilly.htm"&gt;Brouilly&lt;/a&gt;, a fruity red wine from the Beaujolais district in the Burgundy region, and very good.  The second time I started with a &lt;a href="http://www.terroir-france.com/region/bordeaux_medoc.htm"&gt;Médoc&lt;/a&gt;, from Bordeaux, which was quite zippy and medium bodied, and I enjoyed it as well.  Next glass was a &lt;a href="http://www.terroir-france.com/wine/pinotnoir.htm"&gt;Pinot Noir&lt;/a&gt; (I don't remember which vineyard it is from) and it was lighter and more delicate than the Médoc, and we probably should have had it first.  If you know more about wine than me, which is proably likely, you might be laughing at me right now.  I have a feeling I'll be going here often, but then again I just got word of another wine bar/restaurant that is a "must-try"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Zinc des Cavistes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="adr" id="sxaddr" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;5, Rue Faubourg Montmartre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="postal-code"&gt;75009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="locality"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="country-name"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" class="nw"&gt;&lt;span class="tel" id="sxphone"&gt;01 47 70 88 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;Metro: Grands Boulevards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-1747512112451364732?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/1747512112451364732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/03/le-zinc-des-cavistes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1747512112451364732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/1747512112451364732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/03/le-zinc-des-cavistes.html' title='Le Zinc des Cavistes'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-6428794786257406673</id><published>2009-03-08T22:14:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>Paris and my first guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SbQ39oaOKcI/AAAAAAAACQI/92hLMvjyrrQ/s1600-h/P1020253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SbQ39oaOKcI/AAAAAAAACQI/92hLMvjyrrQ/s200/P1020253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310931392535603650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister just spent her spring break in Paris with me, and I had my first try at hosting someone here.  I think it went pretty well.  Now, I had an easier time at it since she had been here before, and we weren't compelled to do the 'touristy' things.  Riiiiight.  That's why there's a big glowing picture of the Eiffel Tower.  Well, the Eiffel Tower is my one guilty pleasure.  Although I haven't been to the top since I have been here, I get a little (okay a lot) giddy when I see it all lit up, and especially when it sparkles!  Frances and I had a lovely walk along the Seine at sunset, and we were able to see the tower illuminated and then do that sparkling light show.  Fantastic.  And in my opinion, a must when you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SbQ5r2uhk3I/AAAAAAAACQQ/cF5NQAQ0_GI/s1600-h/P1020131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SbQ5r2uhk3I/AAAAAAAACQQ/cF5NQAQ0_GI/s200/P1020131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310933286164468594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next cliché to check off the list: une crêpe.  We got a tip as to where to find the 'best'.  Well, I am sure there are about 50 of these places in Paris, but this one is close to my school, and a great quick lunch before jetting off to class.  Frances and I each got our own, and pictured is her "jambon/oeuf/fromage"  Ham, egg and cheese of course.  Now this vendor, (the small orange awning on Blvd St Germain, between the Haagen Daas and the Juice Bar) makes each crêpe fresh, which I have noticed isn't all that common unfortunately.  Often, the crêpe stands have crepe skins already made, and they just reheat them with whatever ingredients you order added à la minute.  However, this stand is the real deal, also providing two different batters:  A heartier blé noir (buckwheat) batter that makes a thicker crêpe skin perfect for loading on your meat, cheese, egg or all of the above.  The lighter white batter is for your sweet crêpes, just a sprinkle of sugar, or the ever so decadent nutella-banana combo.  Crepes and Paninis (hot pressed sandwiches) are pretty common to see being eaten on the go.  But forget a cup of coffee for while you walk.  That's what cafes are for.  Being here, you almost forget coffee 'to go' exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sbag-NPDB_I/AAAAAAAACQY/lsmvaVX5mq0/s1600-h/P1020165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/Sbag-NPDB_I/AAAAAAAACQY/lsmvaVX5mq0/s200/P1020165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311609801095186418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were lucky to have Mardi Gras fall during the week Frances was here.  Even luckier to have an old friend in town too, visiting some friends who live here.  Important to know all this, since these friends enlightened us on THE spot to be for Mardi Gras (in my humble opinion).  Favela Chic ('ghetto chic') is a brazilian restaurant/bar/club that went all out for the ultimate night of Carnivale.  We had sampling of brazilian food and drink, and for me that was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feijoada"&gt;feijoada&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caipirinha"&gt;caipirinha&lt;/a&gt;.  Yum and yum.  Then we spent the night dancing it off on the completely crowded, I can't believe they let all these people in, dance floor.  The DJs were playing a complete mix of everything, inlcuding american, french and brazilian hits, but nothing was as exciting as when I found myself dancing in front of a drum line.  Somehow, they squeezed 10 drummers in to put on a live show for us.  Definitely a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, Frances and I didn't pack our days with sight-seeing, rather we just wandered the city, eating and taking a few photographs.  Hopefully she got a taste (pun intended) of what it is like to live in France, even though at the time I had only been there a month.  Everyday I add something to the list of places I have to try, and find I might just not have enough time to do it all!  If you're in town, we can cross a few off the list together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-6428794786257406673?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6428794786257406673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/03/paris-and-my-first-guest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/6428794786257406673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/6428794786257406673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/03/paris-and-my-first-guest.html' title='Paris and my first guest'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SbQ39oaOKcI/AAAAAAAACQI/92hLMvjyrrQ/s72-c/P1020253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-8302410684346731402</id><published>2009-02-20T22:36:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>Macarons!!</title><content type='html'>So most of you who read this blog know that, J'adore les macarons.  Seriously, they are my Achilles' heel.  There are several shops here in Paris that are famous for the macarons, and in fact they are in almost every patisserie.  I had been meaning to go to one shop in particular, Pierre Hermé, and finally put it on the itinerary for after class today.  I have to confess that it was exhilarating being in that shop, and the experience seemed ritualistic.  I joined the back of the queue, and examined the other pastries as I waited my turn.  I didn't have my camera and oh boy, did I miss some good photo ops!!  The Canelés were so dark (that's another field trip entirely), the tarts so shiny!  Finally it was my turn, and although I had planned on ordering just a few, I found myself asking for a box of seven.  Well here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ83aDRVEHI/AAAAAAAACNs/C-QLA_7OeiM/s1600-h/P1020102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ83aDRVEHI/AAAAAAAACNs/C-QLA_7OeiM/s320/P1020102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305019806759850098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered (listed as pictured, top to bottom):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Truffe Blanche &amp;amp; Noisette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Truffle &amp;amp; Hazelnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Chocolat Pure Origine Mexique (aka "Mexique")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Single Origin Mexican Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Vanilles du Mexique, de Tahiti &amp;amp; de Madagascar (aka "Infiniment Vanille")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend of Mexican, Tahitian and Madagascar Vanilla Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I think you can translate that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Fruit de la Passion &amp;amp; Chocolat au Lait (aka "Mogador")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Fruit and Milk Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Cassis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blackcurrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Thé Jasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem was, I was with a friend and we were going to get a drink, and I wanted to wait until I got home so I could properly photograph my treats.  Even I was impressed by my self restraint, waiting several hours before opening the box, then having to wait a painful twenty minutes more for my camera battery to charge!  This I had to document, my first experience eating the famous &lt;a href="http://www.pierreherme.com/"&gt;Pierre Hermé &lt;/a&gt;macarons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SaBQ46xGREI/AAAAAAAACO0/Ep4ADLGFO28/s1600-h/P1020100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SaBQ46xGREI/AAAAAAAACO0/Ep4ADLGFO28/s320/P1020100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305329299820528706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box they came in was very thoughtfully designed.  The seven macarons fit inside comfortably, not one was smashed, but close enough together to prevent them from rattling around.  The four flaps open up to present the macarons waiting to be enjoyed.  And enjoy them I did, very very slowly.  I laid them all out on the open box, so they could breathe, if you will...they had been cooped up with that truffle macaron, and this ain't your chocolate truffle macaron.  This is a macaron with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real white truffle&lt;/span&gt;, the fungus that grows under ground that dogs or pigs search for.  Needless to say, I HAD to try one, but I was a bit worried the other macarons would have 'essence de truffe'.  I felt a bit like a surgeon, carefully maneuvering the macarons, placing them one by one on the plate for a photo, then slicing each one in half to savor.  I ate half of each in the order I thought would be best for a tasting, such as you would with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9GQJCSfAI/AAAAAAAACOE/ETUrjRDAiis/s1600-h/P1020115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9GQJCSfAI/AAAAAAAACOE/ETUrjRDAiis/s200/P1020115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305036129183104002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cassis Macaron was surprisingly intense.  I love fruit and fruit desserts in general; however, I didn't have high expectations for the cassis, but I will gladly be proven wrong any day by this cookie.  There were even bits of real berry in the creme, for an extra punch of flavor, although it was never lacking.  Cassis is simply french for blackcurrant, a very common berry in Europe, and similar in flavor to other dark berries; black berries, raspberries, blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9HYLZCVdI/AAAAAAAACOk/GT0pgzF22SM/s1600-h/P1020107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9HYLZCVdI/AAAAAAAACOk/GT0pgzF22SM/s200/P1020107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305037366765966802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next was the rose, and I had high hopes for this one because I always love rose scented pastries.  Well, Pierre Hermé did not let me down.  Not only was there a perfect amount of rose aroma and flavor, but the buttercream! The buttercream was so buttery, and perfectly salted too.  What makes a good pastry a great pastry? Salt.  Seriously, nothing irks me more than a bland under-salted pastry, whatever it be; cookie, buttercream, ice cream, cake, don't even get me started!!  This Rose Macaroon was perfect, and it will be hard to top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9GQsixbhI/AAAAAAAACOc/kdvj_qik80Y/s1600-h/P1020106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9GQsixbhI/AAAAAAAACOc/kdvj_qik80Y/s200/P1020106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305036138714590738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, onto Vanilla.  "Infiniment Vanille" that is.  There are chocolate people and there are vanilla people, and I am neither.  Granted as a kid, you couldn't get me near vanilla, I always had chocolate ice cream, but now as an adult, I have taken after my mother and fallen in love with almond and lemon desserts.  However, whenever vanilla is done properly, it gets my attention.  This macaron had three types of vanilla bean in the cookie and the creme, and it was intense!  I mean this is how you do vanilla, not some softly scented cookie, but a bold, bourbony and floraly vanilla cookie.  Wow, this could convert some chocolate folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9GQbdZFAI/AAAAAAAACOU/NdLK92CQz_w/s1600-h/P1020108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9GQbdZFAI/AAAAAAAACOU/NdLK92CQz_w/s200/P1020108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305036134128620546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very excited to try the Passion Fruit and Milk Chocolate Macaron for two reasons.  First, I love Passion Fruit, it is always pleasantly acidic and zesty.  Second, I don't like Milk Chocolate, or very rarely do I.  Well, this macaron proves again that Pierre Herme really knows his flavor combinations and I should be a little more trusting of him.  The Milk Chocolate mellows that acidity of the Passion Fruit, without muting it at all.  What a pleasantly surprising combination.  I could eat several of these.  The ganache I imagine is milk chocolate and passion fruit puree, since all you need for a ganache is chocolate and a liquid, the liquid is usually cream, but can be substituted for espresso or perhaps passion fruit puree.  I will definitely be trying to make these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9Ex-dE_KI/AAAAAAAACN0/bSRgnlPLyYQ/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ9Ex-dE_KI/AAAAAAAACN0/bSRgnlPLyYQ/s200/P1020105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305034511434972322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mexique" is for chocolate people.  This single origin Mexican chocolate macaron was sublime.  The cocoa in the cookie gave it a red glow, and the ganache in the middle, of which there was plenty, was dark chocolate at its perfection, chocolate made supple by cream and butter.  It is much harder for me to describe this macaron, but I think I did roll my eyes back in my head upon tasting it.  Any chocolate lover MUST try this one, and in fact, next time I might have to do a sampling of the five chocolate macarons offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SaBCU_pwPII/AAAAAAAACOs/kE9JJL45RY8/s1600-h/P1020104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SaBCU_pwPII/AAAAAAAACOs/kE9JJL45RY8/s200/P1020104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305313289493822594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, there was the White Truffle &amp;amp; Hazelnut Macaron.   Now, if you have stuck with me here, and paid attention, you might be asking, wait that is only #6.  And you are right, apparently that Jasmine at the end of the counter that I asked for was a misplaced tray of Truffle Macarons.  A pleasant surprise for me, as I ended up with two of them, but maybe not so pleasant for the unsuspecting patron expecting a gentle Jasmin Tea Macaron and finding this is their bag.  Wow, the aroma was intense enough that I was concerned the other macarons' flavors would be compromised having shared a box with it; however, their time together was short and the other escaped unharmed.  Inside the macaron, was a toasted hazelnut, which was a fantastic compliment to the earthy and musky truffle.  No surprise now that this is a great combination, but the balance and execution of this macaron was impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will definitely not be my only trip to Pierre Hermé, and hopefully I won't go too often.  Now that I have tasted an assortment of flavors, next time I will do a more focused tasting, perhaps just chocolate macarons.   Oh, and if you were wondering, I did eat all of them.  And it was fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-8302410684346731402?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/8302410684346731402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/02/macarons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8302410684346731402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/8302410684346731402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/02/macarons.html' title='Macarons!!'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZ83aDRVEHI/AAAAAAAACNs/C-QLA_7OeiM/s72-c/P1020102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-7818139586879116108</id><published>2009-02-11T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:48:41.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><title type='text'>I could get used to this...</title><content type='html'>So my baguette for dinner tonight was still warm when I picked it up.  On my way home from the organic grocery store (which also has me elated...more on that later)   I popped into a bakery that had a line out the door, always a good sign.   While there were still a few customers in front of me, the clerk, and perhaps a baker too, wheeled out a basket of fresh baguettes from the back.   I proceeded to the counter, ordered my baguette and presented the 80 cents for it, impressing the woman that I had my change ready.  As soon as she placed it in my hand, I think my step got a bit lighter.  The baguette was very much still warm from having just been baked.  I might end up eating a baguette a day at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZMUU8HQ8iI/AAAAAAAACMc/HRZ07b2e9IA/s1600-h/P1020091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZMUU8HQ8iI/AAAAAAAACMc/HRZ07b2e9IA/s320/P1020091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301603536311743010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many have asked "how's the food?" or "what have you been eating??"  Well, the short answer is a lot of bread and cheese.  Typical, non?  However, I do have a chicken leg and thigh roasting with some potatoes and onions that I'll eat with my baguette (ahem, the half that I didn't eat already) and the cheese my flatmate brought home from her trip to Normandy.  For those of you that don't know, Normandy is famous for dairy products and apples.  No big surprise that I was presented with an ooey gooey Camembert that had been soaked in Calvados!!  Calvados is an apple brandy, and delicious!  Soaking the Camembert in Calvados doesn't leave it the prettiest piece of cheese, but perhaps one of the most delicious.  The brandy compliments the pungency of the cheese nicely, mellowed of course by that crispy baguette.  There is a fruity acidity to the cheese, the way orange juice is zippy on the tongue, but not too distracting from the creamy texture.  I almost forgot I had dinner in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZMUyylaz8I/AAAAAAAACMs/Hpd6m1HZVN0/s1600-h/P1020089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZMUyylaz8I/AAAAAAAACMs/Hpd6m1HZVN0/s320/P1020089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301604049149939650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here's a picture of what I had last night for dinner, no roast chicken, and I didn't even make that soup, but I was pretty happy.  There exists here a store called Picard, and it is basically the frozen section of the grocery store, that's it.  All frozen food.  Many of you know how much I love freezing food.  It really is the next best thing to fresh.  "That freezes well" is often said by me, and lo and behold many of you have your freezers full of egg whites, slice and bake cookies, even fried green tomatoes.  Picard sells frozen soups, which I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; knows freeze well, and you just heat and serve, season if necessary et voila!  The soups come in bags, already frozen in little pieces, like a piece of Bazooka gum, so they thaw and heat up quickly.  I am definitely a fan.  Here you see dinner composed of that soup, carrot this time, and a easy mesculun salad with a whole grain mustard vinaigrette and cornochons - those little pickles, I could eat a jar of - and a goat cheese 'crottin', red wine and a baguette, the one pictured is from another bakery, currently my favorite boulangerie.  Unfortunately it is right around the corner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-7818139586879116108?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/7818139586879116108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-could-get-used-to-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/7818139586879116108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/7818139586879116108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-could-get-used-to-this.html' title='I could get used to this...'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SZMUU8HQ8iI/AAAAAAAACMc/HRZ07b2e9IA/s72-c/P1020091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-3879235250335988318</id><published>2009-02-08T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:48:00.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready to rumble?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SY-Bj1LFU7I/AAAAAAAACMM/-wHO-ctyAFo/s1600-h/P1020044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SY-Bj1LFU7I/AAAAAAAACMM/-wHO-ctyAFo/s400/P1020044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300597739007333298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I was prepared for the Bocuse d'Or. Now, unfortunately I wasn't competing, but maybe that's for the best. This competition is intense. Intense. 24 Teams, 24 different countries, over two days of competition. Each team prepared and presented a fish dish and a meat dish in just over 5 hours, with the service to the 24 international judges staggered every 10 minutes. As if the action down in the kitchens and on the floor wasn't enough to make your head spin, the noise of almost 1000 fanatic fans, cheering for their country was enough to make soccer fans seem mild.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   The group of Japanese fans (pictured) were very impressive. They had signs, matching outfits, an early presence as well as an awareness of when to cheer. They were very loud, but with pleasant cheers. The USA fan section was still mostly empty when I showed up to get a seat. I had stopped by on day 1 of the competition, but decided to roam the expo and go back for Day 2 of the competition, when the US and France would be competing. I saw how the stands filled up, so after checking my jacket at the VIP booth (getting my ticket on line in advance was totally worth that perk!) I made a bee line for the stands. I settled in for the long haul, even brought my own rations of raisins, salted almonds and water, and just started to watch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.nymag.com/images/2/daily/food/08/05/28_bocusedordude_lgl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 288px;" src="http://images.nymag.com/images/2/daily/food/08/05/28_bocusedordude_lgl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two dynamic hosts, a French man and an American woman, kept us posted and entertained the best they could, as the stands filled up and the chefs prepared their dishes. Eventually, the Norwegians were up, the first of 12 competing that day, to present their fish dish. This is no ordinary dish, but a masterpiece of 12 servings displayed on a giant mirrored platter. This is paraded in front of the judges and the spectators (at one point one tray was almost dropped!!!) and then brought to a separate table where the chef and some hospitality students then helped transfer the delicately assembled works of art onto individual plates which are subsequently given to the judges. By this time, as the judges were tasting the Norwegians fish dish, the next team brought out their platter to be paraded around. It was extremely hectic since the judges are eating the dish of one country while looking at the formal platter of the next country, all the while the fans are competing to bust their ear drums and mine. Turns out I came well prepared with snacks but left my ear plugs at home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The 10 Spaniards that showed up too late to sit with the rest of their countrymen, squeezed in behind me to provided some unneeded entertainment. I was definitely not amused when the lady to my right spilled a soup sample on me (soup courtesy of the food expo; the competition was unfortunately not giving out samples) nor when the woman behind me repeatedly hit me in the head with her purse. Although all the fans were loud, very loud, the crowd quieted a bit to hear the announcement of each countries dish...except, you guessed it, these 10 Spaniards behind me when Spain was presenting its dish. They were perfectly nice folks though, even providing a towelette for me to wipe the soup off my pants.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SY-SbYiO5iI/AAAAAAAACMU/atx4rfrA_Nw/s1600-h/P1020050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SY-SbYiO5iI/AAAAAAAACMU/atx4rfrA_Nw/s400/P1020050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300616285578520098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, there is no shortage of pomp and circumstance in this competition. All the judges were parade out, with a special moment for Paul Bocuse, founder of the competition and famous chef. In this photo, you can see the 12 judges that were to score the fish dish, the other 12 (not shown) scored the meat dish - presented only 30 minutes after the fish dish. The judge to the far right is Thomas Keller, of The French Laundry in Napa Valley, California. The setting was so fiercely competitive, I really don't know how the chefs do it. Many of the European chefs are used to competing, as it is more common here, but this is the creme de la creme of culinary competitions, and I don't think that was lost on anyone there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I left before the results were announced, even before all of the teams had competed actually. The US had presented both dishes, and by the time France presented the fish dish, I had been there 5 hours myself, and it was time to escape. I found out Norway had won the Bocuse d'Or, which probably was a bit of a relief since the entire competition had to use Norwegian seafood for the fish dish ( and Scottish beef for the meat dish), yet completely deserved I am sure. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   The experience was memorable to say the least, to see so many supportive fans, so many chefs who had spent countless hours preparing for this day, so much excitement and obsession over food.  Good to know I am not the only one out there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-3879235250335988318?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/3879235250335988318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-ready-to-rumble.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3879235250335988318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3879235250335988318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-ready-to-rumble.html' title='Are you ready to rumble?'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SY-Bj1LFU7I/AAAAAAAACMM/-wHO-ctyAFo/s72-c/P1020044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-2287173719773304931</id><published>2009-01-31T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:19:38.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis arrivée</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SYS538GgjYI/AAAAAAAACL8/63OXxpbn8ec/s1600-h/P1020017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SYS538GgjYI/AAAAAAAACL8/63OXxpbn8ec/s400/P1020017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297563432371916162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I made it.  I am here in Paris.  Living in Paris.  Although this trip has been a long time coming, and with each step checked off the to do list I inched closer and closer to it becoming a reality, it still feels a bit surreal to finally be here.  Walking around the city, I have just started to explore the areas near me, and I can't wait to get to know Paris better.  Paris is like that really fantastic person you meet, and you know you'll be good friends with evetually, but you are a little intimidated at first since she's so cool, awesome and unique, independent and full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first few days were spent wandering the Left Bank, Rive Gauche, between where I live near the Eiffel Tower, the St Germain area and near La Sorbonne.  I have tried to blend in with the locals, forgetting to take my camera out so I can share what I am seeing with everyone at home.  I do have to say that the Eiffel Tower still takes my breath away, and I hope I can still say that after living here for 6 months.  I will see it often as it is near my place and I plan on running in the Parc du Champ de Mars, where the Eiffel Tower is located, as often as possible.  I am excited and a bit relieved to find other runners here.  When I lived in Germany, I would go running although the locals looked at me as if I were running around naked.  "Why is she running? No one is chasing her..."  The park is actually somewhat full of runners on the weekend, even with this 'cold' weather.  (this is the point I might officially be a San Franciscan - here in Paris it's just over freezing, but still quite cold for me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With all of this running, I am going to have to do some serious eating to make up for the calories burned.  Good thing there is no shortage of food, good food at that, near me.  One of the most striking things here, is how many boulangeries, patisseries, boucheries, fromageries, marchés are on every block and corner.  There is even a store devoted to frozen food, quite a novel idea!!  I have a complete weakness for bread, leave me on a desert island with a baguette and some nicely salted butter, and you won't hear a complaint from me, but my one sweet indulgence is the parisian macaron. Two light almond meringue cookies, that crackle when bitten into, providing a slight chewy resistance then melting into the buttercream or ganache filling and transporting you to another place, just for a moment.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SYTNUljvK2I/AAAAAAAACME/X8O9OvXGvkQ/s1600-h/P1020020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SYTNUljvK2I/AAAAAAAACME/X8O9OvXGvkQ/s400/P1020020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297584815257627490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J'adore les macarons.  My first here in Paris was from the famed Lenôtre, with one location maybe a bit too close to my house.  Macarons are everywhere, even the grocery stores have them in their bakery.  This could be bad, but it won't.  It'll be good, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-2287173719773304931?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/2287173719773304931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/01/je-suis-arrivee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/2287173719773304931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/2287173719773304931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/01/je-suis-arrivee.html' title='Je suis arrivée'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SYS538GgjYI/AAAAAAAACL8/63OXxpbn8ec/s72-c/P1020017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-3025526560364769090</id><published>2009-01-20T06:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:59:05.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to find good lard these days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I say my grandmother had been cooking and baking forever, that is no exageration.  She kept her 9 children and their children, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; children fed, nurished and loved for as long as she was in the kitchen.  She retired from Thanksgiving duty, at this point a 30+ person affair, three years ago with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; dinner.   We pushed several tables together and somehow managed to gather all of us at one long table that stretched from the dining room into the living room.   We had the works; turkey, ham, sausage with sauerkraut, potatoes, beans, cranberry sauce, rolls, stuffing (althouh in my grandma's version there is more meat than bread..) and countless other dishes.   The plates were pilled high from the buffet service off the 12 seater breakfast table converted to serve all the food, and off to the living room we marched.  We were several beers in and with this loud family it is no small miracle that my grandma can quiet us all for the blessing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;In the name of the Father, the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bless us, O Lord! and these Thy gifts, which we are         about to receive&lt;br /&gt;from Thy bounty, through Christ our         Lord.&lt;br /&gt;       Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, we dug in.  The volume was turned back up to max, and we ate and laughed, and told stories.  Smaller groups broke off as the night progressed...at the kitchen table, Grandma was kicking the boys' butts in pinochle; a few of us played Life on the Farm ( a boardgame invented by a neighbor; it's like monopoly but instead of property, you deal in cows...yes, cows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At this point, I think we might have encouraged Eric (the youngest cousin, although certainly an adult now too) to fetch us some molasses cookies from the deep freeze in the basement.  Good ol' G-Ma, as we affectionately called her, always had a stash of ready to eat cookies in the freezer.  A plateful was brought up, and we greedily ate one while it was still frozen, and then we waited for the others to thaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are few things that hit the spot as well as one of grandma's molasses cookies.   Although we would help whip up a batch now and then, these were treats that we induldged in at the farm.  When I was presented with the opportunity to bring in recipes of my own at work, back when I was an assistant pastry chef, I immediately thought to share "Grandma's Molasses Cookies".  When Grandma was going over the recipe with me, she bemoaned "it's hard to find good lard these days!"  My grandma is a fan of lard and not the type you buy in the supermarket, rather the lard freshly rendered by a neighbor down the street.  Unfortunately, I don't have access to good lard, so I use butter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The recipe is simple and perfect, easy enough to knock out a double batch by hand.  Last week, I made a batch, showing a few cousins, including a eager two-year old how to whip them up.  This time, they'll have to do because my grandma won't be making anymore.  After an amazing 94 years, her time came quickly at the end, still cracking jokes in her final days.  Our grandma, Isabelle, loved and fed so many and will continue to do so from heaven as her recipes and spirit are passed on to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandma Isabelle's Molasses Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 cup Butter, unsalted aka 'sweet', room temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 1/2 cups Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 cup Molasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 cup Half and Half (literally half whole milk and half heavy cream if you have to make it)&lt;br /&gt;*soured with 2 Tbsps white vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 tsps Baking Soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1/2 tsp Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1/2 tsp Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1/2 tsp Nutmeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1/2 tsp Cloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 tsp Ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 3/4 cups All-Purpose Flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a large mixing bowl by hand, or using a stand mixer, beat toegether the softened butter and sugar.  Mixture should be comibined well, does not need to be light and fluffy, we're not making a cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a separate medium bowl, blend together the flour, baking soda, salt and all the spices until everything is well distributed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Add the egg to the butter sugar mixture and beat until combined.  Add in Molasses and soured Half and Half.  Mixture will look curdled, don't panic.  Just mix as well as you can and then add the flour.  Now, once the flour is added, don't over mix, just until it is all distributed nicely.  Dough will be very soft and sticky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chill the dough so it is easier to work with.  You can then either roll it out and cut rounds, 2", or just scoop the dough, ping pong ball size, with a scoop or spoons.  Leave cookies a few inches to spread, and bake approximately 12 min at 325°  Test the first batch by taking one off the tray after it has come out of the oven, letting it cool on the counter, then see how soft or crunchy it is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Depending on your level of sweet tooth (and how sweet your molasses is), you can ice these cookies once cooled.  Mix together a few Tbsps of Cream with a few cups of Powedered Sugar (Confectioners Sugar), a splash of Vanilla Extract and a pinch of Salt.  Adjust consistancy by adding more cream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The cookies freeze beautifully, that is if you have any left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-3025526560364769090?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/3025526560364769090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-hard-to-find-good-lard-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3025526560364769090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/3025526560364769090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-hard-to-find-good-lard-these-days.html' title='It&apos;s hard to find good lard these days!'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-540541225946890951</id><published>2009-01-02T02:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:32:36.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year's Resolution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SV1q0f61QII/AAAAAAAACKE/_lddG-tgXVQ/s1600-h/IMG_3603_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SV1q0f61QII/AAAAAAAACKE/_lddG-tgXVQ/s200/IMG_3603_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286498987756830850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything!  2008 just flew by with many great moments and memories, but I am certain 2009 can top it.  I'll be moving to Paris in a few weeks for six months to study French, convince bakeries to let me work with them, and explore the food and a new city.  In order to keep in touch (and make everyone jealous), I'll be doing a much better job posting to my blog.  You'll find new recipes I try out at home or at work, favorite boulangeries, where the best macaron is, markets, and everything in between.  Please keep in touch, and I'll take any requests for blog entries.  Bonne Année!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-540541225946890951?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/540541225946890951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/540541225946890951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/540541225946890951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Resolution...'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/SV1q0f61QII/AAAAAAAACKE/_lddG-tgXVQ/s72-c/IMG_3603_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-6072878880828317404</id><published>2008-03-25T03:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:11:26.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Running</title><content type='html'>Big step for me!  I've been doing wedding cakes and small gigs on the side for a few years, but mostly for my friends or friends of friends.  I've been meaning to launch a business, pick a name, and create a website but for so long the perfect name was hiding from me.  After a quickfire brainstorming session relegated to the inner recesses of my brain, I found something I was very very excited about.  I checked the domain registry to see if was available, check!  I just had to confirm the grammar and spelling, and that the translation was accurate, check!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/R-ho-nLuPFI/AAAAAAAAAec/5nzKIM_Y62o/s1600-h/IMG_3522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/R-ho-nLuPFI/AAAAAAAAAec/5nzKIM_Y62o/s320/IMG_3522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181506796169083986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now present &lt;a href="http://bellesbouchees.com/"&gt;Belles Bouchées&lt;/a&gt;!  That translates as beautiful bites (pronounced 'bell boo-shay'), and while my french friend told me  it's not an actual expression, he reassured me that it does make sense!  I was drawn to the name because I am driven to make food that is not only beautiful to the eye, but to all the senses.  Eating is about so many things; the way it looks, tastes, nourishes you and the community.  It's about cultural and religious perspective and enjoyment too.  Please, pass on the site to friends who might be getting married, or want a dessert buffet at their next art opening or cocktail hour.  Thanks for your support!  Bon Appétit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-6072878880828317404?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6072878880828317404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2008/03/up-and-running.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/6072878880828317404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/6072878880828317404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2008/03/up-and-running.html' title='Up and Running'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/R-ho-nLuPFI/AAAAAAAAAec/5nzKIM_Y62o/s72-c/IMG_3522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-5786188950504183892</id><published>2008-03-08T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:45:16.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bay Area Blessing</title><content type='html'>One of the many blessings of living in the bay area, of which there are many, is the abundance of high quality grocery stores whose priorities match mine.  When it comes to food, even on my tight budget, I do not like to cut corners.  Yes, I'm frugal with how I spend my money, but if an apple is 40 cents more a pound because it comes from a local farm instead of New Zealand that is money well spent.  Many foods don't have the real cost ( cost to your health, the environment, the workers, the public health, etc... ) built in to the price you pay at the store.  What is the impact of buying that apple from across the globe versus one you bought from your 'backyard'?  I think the more grocery stores that support local seasonal agriculture, the more people will see how easy and affordable it is to eat that way.  My first favorite find after moving to the city was &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/user_details_reviews_self?userid=55a6H9khLqiwe_LVnHGCSg&amp;amp;review_sort=time&amp;amp;review_filter=category&amp;amp;category_filter=markets&amp;amp;review_filter=location&amp;amp;location_filter_city=San%20Francisco&amp;amp;location_filter_state=CA"&gt;Golden Produce&lt;/a&gt;.  Not too pretty from the street (so much so that I avoided it for a few months, embarrassingly enough!), but chock full of wonderful produce.  They have many organic offerings, and lots of seasonal veggies.  Even a dairy case, dry bins and small grocery selection too.  They even just opened up a &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/user_details_reviews_self?userid=55a6H9khLqiwe_LVnHGCSg&amp;amp;review_sort=time&amp;amp;review_filter=category&amp;amp;category_filter=grocery&amp;amp;review_filter=location&amp;amp;location_filter_city=San%20Francisco&amp;amp;location_filter_state=CA"&gt;Golden Natural Foods&lt;/a&gt; down the street with a butcher and more extensive grocery selection, with even a wall devoted to teas!  There are many other grocery stores that do this on a larger scale, such as &lt;a href="http://www.rainbowgrocery.org/index2.html"&gt;Rainbow Grocery&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.berkeleybowl.com/"&gt;Berkeley Bowl&lt;/a&gt;.   Berekely Bowl has a case full of butter for which I have a weakness.  There are many choices, and I always stock up when I stop in!!  I love supporting these stores that support the small local farms and stock products from the companies that prioritize the environment.   There are a lot of factors that shape the food industry, but the consumer is still left with a lot of power.  By asking your grocer to stock local goods, which in turn you can buy, gives you a chance to support these small businesses!  Your dollar goes a long way in showing support and affecting change!  Buy local, seasonal goods at your farmers market, and if you're lucky like me, at your grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-5786188950504183892?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/5786188950504183892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2008/03/bay-area-blessing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5786188950504183892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/5786188950504183892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2008/03/bay-area-blessing.html' title='A Bay Area Blessing'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-6404463272989377423</id><published>2008-03-08T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:11:26.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Salade Lyonnaise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/R8zzp-16l_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/nOBUnG2BdEc/s1600-h/IMG_3444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/R8zzp-16l_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/nOBUnG2BdEc/s320/IMG_3444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173777974511179762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This simple french salad is one of my all time favorites. It is at once satisfying yet light and perfect on a summer day. I took this salad to the next level by adding - so ripe they couldn't last one more day - yellow tomatoes on the side. Because there are so few ingredients, this salad comes together just as quickly as any other salad even with the poaching of the eggs. As with all recipes that have only a handful of ingredients, search out the best and you can't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salade Lyonnaise for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 c mixed greens and/or  &lt;a href="http://www.theworldwidegourmet.com/?action=ingredient_show&amp;amp;id=365&amp;amp;lg=en"&gt;frisée&lt;/a&gt;  ripped into manageable pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 T vinegar, red wine works well&lt;br /&gt;3 T olive oil&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;fresh chives, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 very ripe tomato, cut in thick slices&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs (as fresh as possible, the whites will be better!)&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of baguette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure the lettuce is washed well and dried. The dressing will not adhere to lettuce that is wet. Meanwhile, bring a medium pot of water, only about 1.5 - 2" deep, to a gentle simmer. The water does not need to be a full boil. Put a 1/2 tsp of vinegar in with the water. This helps keep the white from fraying a bit, and is only necessary if your eggs aren't very fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack the eggs into two small separate bowls or cups. When the water is at a gentle simmer, tenderly slide the egg into the water. It should just sit there, and the whites start to cook. Let poach until desired doneness, anywhere from 1.5 min - 3 min. I like my yolk quite runny, it adds to the salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast the baguette slices while the eggs poach, and mix the dressing. In a small bowl with the vinegar add a good pinch of salt and pepper. While whisking, add the oil. Pour over greens and toss until well coated. Slice tomato and sprinkle with a bit of salt and pepper as well! Arrange greens on a plate with tomato slices and baguette slices around the salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When eggs are done, remove from water with a slotted spoon and place on a paper towel to absorb some of the water. Transfer eggs onto the lettuce et voilà! Enjoy immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-6404463272989377423?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/6404463272989377423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-salade-lyonnaise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/6404463272989377423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/6404463272989377423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-salade-lyonnaise.html' title='La Salade Lyonnaise'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqLLxKqw3-c/R8zzp-16l_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/nOBUnG2BdEc/s72-c/IMG_3444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-2561569040748356803</id><published>2007-07-02T06:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:58:38.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote with your Fork!</title><content type='html'>Food Reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This round's book club book is &lt;a href="http://www.michaelpollan.com/"&gt;Michael Pollan's&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/04/23/books/review/23kamp.html?ex=1183521600&amp;en=a26aded0192eb5d0&amp;amp;ei=5070"&gt;The Omnivore's Dilemma&lt;/a&gt;".  Now I read it last year, but I am ecstatic to read it again.  I am in love with this book.  In fact, I'm doing a little back ground research by reading his previous work, "&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/books/01/06/03/reviews/010603.03bilgert.html"&gt;The Botany of Desire&lt;/a&gt;".  That book is turning out to be quite an interesting read, covering the coevolution of humans and four plants. The four being the apple, the tulip, cannabis and the potato.  I never knew people used to grow apples for booze!  It was a safer drink than water though, considering it was cleaner.  "An apple a day keeps the doctor away" was a PR slogan during the prohibition to get people to eat their apples and not drink them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Omnivore's Dilemma" really illustrated the importance of knowing where your food comes from, and what it means to eat what we eat.  I still eat the same foods as before, I haven't black listed eggs, but I try to be more responsible when it comes to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; my food comes from.   Eating local, sustainable, seasonal (and probably organic) food really can make a difference in the food industry.  There is such imbalance currently in the world's outlook on food.  The US produces more food than its inhabitants can eat, and meanwhile the 800 million people worldwide who can barely get enough to eat combined with the billions who get just barely enough to eat, can't care if the food on their table is organic and sustainable.  As long as it's on their table.  If the world was as irresponsble as most of the America citizens when it comes to food and water, we would have run out of resources long ago. I don't know if there are articles to back me up, I'm sure there are.  I just know that 6 billion people can't go through 3000 calories a day and 4 bottles of water.  There has to be a change, and those fortunate enough to lead the way must vote with their fork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read "The Omnivore's Dilemma" and let me know if it doesn't change your outlook on what you eat.  Oh I still eat a burger, but I enjoy it more if it came from cow that at grass, in a pasture, like cows are supposed to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-2561569040748356803?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/2561569040748356803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2007/07/vote-with-your-fork.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/2561569040748356803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/2561569040748356803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2007/07/vote-with-your-fork.html' title='Vote with your Fork!'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6940861302942984350.post-2891285034435731657</id><published>2007-07-02T06:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:34:04.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Gruezi!&lt;br /&gt;I finally started my blog. I know, I know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;has a blog ... so I figured it was high time for me to get one too.  You know of my obsession with food, and my site is devoted to anything and everything food.  The title of my page comes from my interest for other countries, cultures and languages. I hope to increase my knowledge and share it with you as I start blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone, e guete!  (that's swiss german for buen provecho, guten appetit, bon appetit, buon appetito, or &lt;a href="http://www.logosdictionary.org/pls/dictionary/new_dictionary.gdic.main?word=enjoy+your+meal"&gt;any other lanugage I forgot&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6940861302942984350-2891285034435731657?l=canyoufeedme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/feeds/2891285034435731657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2007/07/wilkommen-bienvenue-welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/2891285034435731657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6940861302942984350/posts/default/2891285034435731657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canyoufeedme.blogspot.com/2007/07/wilkommen-bienvenue-welcome.html' title='Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome!'/><author><name>Markell Lewis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256524988224215632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
