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Kimchi

Sometimes, a post writes itself. As I was piling the big heap of pickled cabbage into my largest mason jar, I thought of all the times I’d pigged out on Kimchi in the past, all those times I’d been absolutely sure there was no way to make this stuff at home. I remembered the moment I’d received David Chang’s Momofuku cookbook, how excited I was to discover that there was a recipe for kimchi — a very easy, very doable recipe, involving no more than ten minutes of active prep time. I recalled how few recipes on this site are inspired by East Asia, how frustrated that’s made me over the years, considering how prominently East Asian flavors figure into my home cooking and, to an even greater extent, my eating out. And I knew that as soon as work calmed down and Rosh Hashana had passed, I’d be telling you about this one-bowl dish that’s quickly become a staple in my kitchen.

Like lacto-fermented pickles, the things that make kimchi so delicious are (mostly) environmental. Exposure to air and time turn the mixture of cabbage, chili, fish sauce, salt, and sugar into something much more intriguing than the individual components might suggest. Some of the kimchi I’ve had at restaurants has been overly pungent or funky, too sharply salty or sour, without proper balance. My favorite kimchi in the DC metro area, from the Annandale restaurant Ye Chon, is very good, but it sometimes lacks that hint of sweetness that balances the sour, salty, and spicy flavors and keeps your chopsticks coming back for more. Chang’s kimchi gets that balance just right.

The most time-intensive part of this recipe is the shopping. If you don’t already have fish sauce, you’ll need to buy some. Don’t be seduced by the tiny bottles they sell at Whole Foods; to make this properly, you’ll need the stuff that comes in the big bottle (a bottle usually has between 3-6 cups worth). Yes, it’s another thing to store in the fridge, and I get that that’s a turn-off. And yes, I’m aware that fish sauce can smell like dirty socks. Have you already clicked away? No? I promise that kimchi reins in the funk of the fish sauce, and that the result will smell nothing like the locker room. My favorite fish sauce brands are Squid and Three Crabs, but anything you find at Hmart or an Asian grocer will be totally fine.

Another key ingredient is Korean chili powder, also called Kochukaru. I went to Hmart (the Asian grocery) in search of something by that name, and saw only pounds and pounds of “chili powder.” Turns out, all the chili powder in the Korean aisle at Hmart is kochukaru. If you ask, the ladies behind the register will tell you it’s what they use to make kimchi. You want the coarsely ground stuff. The last special ingredient is jarred salted shrimp, which I didn’t use (I keep a kosher home, which means no shellfish). My kimchi was still delicious.

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A Menu for the Jewish New Year

For serious, how has a year passed already? Eek.

The Jewish New Year is upon us. What’s a girl to make for a holiday this big and momentous? Answer: a whole lotta food. But at the request of quite a few lovely readers, this year, I’m getting more specific. I’ll be posting my Rosh Hashana menu from soup to cake, and — per your requests — I’ll share my recipe for apple cake. In my humble opinion, it’s a perfect recipe, with cinnamon-laced apples and the all-important crust. Let’s get to it, shall we?

First things first: my work schedule is such that I’ll have one day – one half day, if we’re being precise — to cook. With this in mind, my wonderful stepmother-in-law-to-be, Terri, is bringing a bunch of the staples with her from Detroit. Among the things coming on the plane are soup, 3 chickens, and 2 briskets. Clearly the lady is used to cooking for a crowd, and thank god for that.

Have no fear: just because she’s doing brisket doesn’t mean I’m not armed with a recipe for ya. It’s hard to believe I haven’t shared this brisket recipe yet, because it is my absolute favorite, and I rarely make brisket any other way.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here’s the whole menu:

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Getaways: Northern California (Part 3)

Welcome! You’re reading part 3 of my round-up from our vacation to Northern California. Need to catch up? Read Part 1 and Part 2.

From the land of waterfalls and wildflowers, D and I drove north, past Carmel and straight by the Bay Area, and sojourned into the land of grapevines, wine country. No sooner had we passed San Francisco, the topography started to change. Fewer buildings, more sprawl, and — importantly — no fog. I tell you, the clouds hug that little city nice and tight. When you’re in SF, you pretty much forget there is a sun. Then you go 15 minutes outside the city and, oh, right, there it is. Wine country was sunny, beautiful, and full of the good stuff.

This is the part where you’d hear two different stories if D had a blog. For me, wine country was, you know, about wine. For D, not as much. She’s a beer drinker, and a serious one at that. Wine is less her thing, and I got a real kick out of watching her eyes glaze over as winemakers talked of caramel and spice, cherry and blueberry, barnyard funk, and long finishes.

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Getaways: Northern California (Part 2)

Welcome! You’re reading Part 2 of my round-up from our recent trip to the Bay Area, Wine Country, and Big Sur. Need to catch up? Here’s Part 1.

It’s just as well that I have a vacation to talk about….there’s not much cooking in my kitchen these days. Work has gotten crazy again, and let’s just say there’s a lot more Chop’t takeout in my life than I’d like to admit. I’ll do my best to share what few treats I do whip up, though, and I’ll be back up to speed in no time.

Where were we? Ah, yes. We were on the west coast, where the views, the coffee, and the weather could all be described as cool.

What, lukewarm coffee doesn’t do it for you? I hear ya. I was put off at first, for sure: when it’s 50 degrees outside and you don’t have a scarf, you pretty much need a cup of hot joe to warm those hands. But that not-quite-hot brew is purposeful: the folks at Blue Bottle (i.e. my new best friends) told me that if you brew the water too hot, the beans burn, the milk scalds, and the flavor is lost. Duly noted. ($tarbucks, ya hear?)

It doesn’t hurt that Blue Bottle uses Clover organic milk in their coffee. In fact, that’s one of the great things about SF: every little cafe uses organic milk. That’s just the way it is. And, as you can see in that first picture — this is the real highlight — Blue Bottle individually brews every cup of coffee. It simply can’t get fresher than that. While we were staying across from the Ferry Building, D and I made Blue Bottle a morning ritual. We sat on high stools at the bar around the corner from the Blue Bottle stand, read a few papers, sipped coffee, and ate homemade caramelized Belgian waffles that were, quite simply, the best waffles I’ve ever had. Complaints? None.

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Getaways: Northern California (Part 1)

Alas, we are back from vacation. Yes, it was far too short. Yes, I can still taste those last precious drops of bracingly strong Blue Bottle Coffee. (If you follow me on twitter, you know the full extent of my obsession: I’ve been seeking an alternative anywhere, anywhere in DC, and today I almost resorted to joining the Blue Bottle monthly coffee club. Talk about excessive.) The coffee shops and restaurants in San Francisco leave absolutely nothing to be desired, and the farmers’ markets, ohh, the farmers’ markets…their reputation far precedes this post. The only thing missing was a kitchen to cook all that great produce. Much as it would have been nice to saute some asparagus (asparagus! in August!) or steam a couple of artichokes, it was almost as nice to know I had something exciting to come home to.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves; surely, you’re here for the pictures. I have lots of those — an embarrassing number, some would say. But there was so much to photograph! So many steep hilly streets, so much drool-worthy food, so many beautiful grape vines and olive trees and sheep (who knew?), so much good coffee (am I belaboring the point?), it was hard to know where to start. I can tell you this, though: we did a lot of research before this trip (and by “we,” clearly I mean I) about what to do in NorCal (and by “what to do” clearly I mean what to eat) and the research paid off. Here’s just a smattering of some favorite moments.

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Peach Blackberry Buckle

Hello, friends! I’m back from California, my tote fully stocked with edible goodies and pictures galore. I’ll be spending some time this weekend sorting through the 1,171 pictures I took for highlights beautiful or mouthwatering enough to share with you all. My fuel for the picture-perusing is a generous helping of this crisp, and while the post on NorCal technically should come first, this can’t wait.

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My newest hero? The Internet Cooking Princess. Have you seen her blog? I hope you’ll clicking over there and check it out. The retro look is lovely, the recipes are top-notch, and her voice is funny and fresh. Also: she made up this couscous salad recipe, and it has become my food of summer.

I took a first look at this recipe and thought, yep — this is totally something I would make. Hook, line and sinker, I was sold. But examining the recipe more closely, I noticed all sorts of little touches that — how do you say? — I’d never have thought to do.

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Chocolate Raspberry Muffins

Yes, I love chocolate. Just as much as the next person. I used to be the type that couldn’t resist a chocolate dessert. If chocolate cake/mousse/torte/souffle was on the menu, I’d kiss all else goodbye, turning my back on rhubarb crisp and panna cotta without a second thought. These days — especially these hot summer days — big chocolate desserts have taken a back seat. Back in May, at 2Amys, I had a flawless rhubarb-almond tart to chase the sardine, broccoli rabe, and tomato pizza I’d had for dinner. Two weeks ago, dining with old friends at Jaleo, we chose soft, tender flan and rich, vanilla-spiked basque cake to finish our meal.

Blame it on the heat, but not entirely on the heat: these days, it’s rare that I enjoy a chocolate dessert as much as I savor the clean snap of a piece of chocolate itself. Chocolate pudding is still a regular work snack, and I made a feathery, simple chocolate cake for a friend’s bachelorette party last week, but as a general rule, I’m just more excited by peach cake and sour cherry torte.

I haven’t written off chocolate altogether, though; I’m just incorporating it into baked goods in moderation. These muffins are an example. They don’t hit you over the head with chocolate, but good quality cocoa and (if you’d like) little bits of chocolate perfume and flavor the muffins just the right amount. “Just the right amount” = enough to eat chocolate for breakfast and not feel the least bit guilty about it.

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