Tuesday, July 26, 2011
There is no shame...
...in realizing in the middle of the night that you still have half a cupcake left in the next room over, which is way less work than trying to get food from the kitchen but close enough to entice you to leave bed to get it, then eating it in the dark while watching How I Met Your Mother in bed, which is part of the reason why you were hungry in the first place - watching the Exploding Meatball Sub episode.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
I Blame You for my Inability to Move
An evening that was supposed to be a nice get together with dinner and then a trip to the new beer garden turned out to be a delicious but stuffing night full of carbs.
The chain of events that ultimately lead to me getting a text later that night saying "I cannot move because of you and all that pasta we ate" began after work, when we met up to head uptown to her apartment. I'm already starving by this point so we take a brief survey of what she has in her fridge that we could scrounge up for dinner. I immediately make myself at home and decide that we should make pasta carbonara. We had some eggs, a box of thin spaghetti, and some olive oil. For some reason in my head we also needed heavy cream, Parmesan cheese and of course, bacon!
Didn't want to miss anything, so we Google'd (yes, I went there) "Pasta Carbonara" and came up with this recipe from AllReceipes which we took a loose adaptation of. Apparently, pasta carbonara does not call for heavy cream...or any sort of cream at all. We then took a trip around the corner to Best Yet Market to pick up what we were missing - parmesan cheese, garlic, onion and bacon. The bacon was the most difficult to find. When I finally got around to asking someone where it was, he looked down, then looked up at me, and then looked back down, and I was like, um....is this guy going to answer me or not? Then I looked down to where he was looking..."I found it!!! THANKS MISTER!!!" And ran off to tell my friend the good news and to see if she found the peas. We also picked up some zucchini because green seemed to be lacking in our diets. We also checked out their extensive beer collection and decided to be a little adventurous and walked out with a 6-pack of Apricot beer...that, and a can of Arizona Sweet Tea Pink Lemonade that caught my eye while we were waiting on line.
Next she brings me to Levain Bakery a block away and tells me not to underestimate the size of the cookie and that one cookie is meant to be shared between 3 or 4 people. Even with that warning, I think to myself, no way, I could totally beast that cookie!
Everything that happened after we came back from the successful food trip is documented below!
Half a pound of pasta carbonara, 2 apricot beers (which were interesting...still not sure how I feel about them), and a third of a double chocolate cookie later (she was right, it was a cookie meant for sharing), we were both stuffed and laying down on the couches - defeated by our meal. We parted ways after this but I got a message from her later that night (after I was already passed out from the night's adventures) that she was still super full from our little (and might I add - awesome) meal.
The chain of events that ultimately lead to me getting a text later that night saying "I cannot move because of you and all that pasta we ate" began after work, when we met up to head uptown to her apartment. I'm already starving by this point so we take a brief survey of what she has in her fridge that we could scrounge up for dinner. I immediately make myself at home and decide that we should make pasta carbonara. We had some eggs, a box of thin spaghetti, and some olive oil. For some reason in my head we also needed heavy cream, Parmesan cheese and of course, bacon!
Didn't want to miss anything, so we Google'd (yes, I went there) "Pasta Carbonara" and came up with this recipe from AllReceipes which we took a loose adaptation of. Apparently, pasta carbonara does not call for heavy cream...or any sort of cream at all. We then took a trip around the corner to Best Yet Market to pick up what we were missing - parmesan cheese, garlic, onion and bacon. The bacon was the most difficult to find. When I finally got around to asking someone where it was, he looked down, then looked up at me, and then looked back down, and I was like, um....is this guy going to answer me or not? Then I looked down to where he was looking..."I found it!!! THANKS MISTER!!!" And ran off to tell my friend the good news and to see if she found the peas. We also picked up some zucchini because green seemed to be lacking in our diets. We also checked out their extensive beer collection and decided to be a little adventurous and walked out with a 6-pack of Apricot beer...that, and a can of Arizona Sweet Tea Pink Lemonade that caught my eye while we were waiting on line.
Next she brings me to Levain Bakery a block away and tells me not to underestimate the size of the cookie and that one cookie is meant to be shared between 3 or 4 people. Even with that warning, I think to myself, no way, I could totally beast that cookie!
Everything that happened after we came back from the successful food trip is documented below!
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| Pre-mixing! |
The mixing process...
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| Rather nicely plated dish if I do say so myself |
Set table for two, YouTube videos and all
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| The cookie that owned me |
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| Jury's still out on this one... |
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| Taking a bite of the deliciously gooey and heavenly cookie |
Half a pound of pasta carbonara, 2 apricot beers (which were interesting...still not sure how I feel about them), and a third of a double chocolate cookie later (she was right, it was a cookie meant for sharing), we were both stuffed and laying down on the couches - defeated by our meal. We parted ways after this but I got a message from her later that night (after I was already passed out from the night's adventures) that she was still super full from our little (and might I add - awesome) meal.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Pig Knuckle & Ice Cream
My first meal in Berlin, after the sandwich that I was greeted with at the airport (my cousins know me so well), consisted of roast pork knuckle, sauerkraut, potatoes, and beer at George's Beer House...at least that's what I'm assuming "GeorgBraeu Brauhaus" means...
We started with a row of George's pilsner, which was a bit on the sweet side, but came in a rather impressive display.
I was told that leisurely dinners are the norm in Germany, and seem to be the trend in much of the rest of Europe as well. So a little while after we got the beers, our entrees came in the form of a rather intimidating chunk of meat, which as shown below, was eventually devoured. The nice part of it was, no one was rushing us at all during the meal. There was no sense at all of "I have to be somewhere soon, can we get our check?" or "someone needs your table." I really lost all track and sense of time while I was over there!
I was told that leisurely dinners are the norm in Germany, and seem to be the trend in much of the rest of Europe as well. So a little while after we got the beers, our entrees came in the form of a rather intimidating chunk of meat, which as shown below, was eventually devoured. The nice part of it was, no one was rushing us at all during the meal. There was no sense at all of "I have to be somewhere soon, can we get our check?" or "someone needs your table." I really lost all track and sense of time while I was over there!
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And what's dinner without dessert? I maintain that our walk to the ice-cream shop allowed for THIS!
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| NOM! CHOMP! |
Sunday, July 10, 2011
It Started with Berlin
On a recent vacation trip to Berlin, I had the opportunity to do some cooking, which is something I have not really done and taken the time to "document" in a while. I realized how much I enjoy and miss the entire process, from grocery shopping to the actual meal and seeing other people enjoy eating what I've cooked.
Every time I travel, I always feel motivated to do something different with my life. Since actually moving to another country takes a little more time and financial stability than I have now, I was inspired to start this new food blog. My old one, fatchowder, had some food posts, which I might re-post here if I get lazy, was a hodgepodge of topics.
I had a friend in college who said some people eat to live, but he lived to eat. That stuck with me, hence, the title of this blog. I also like to cook almost as much as I like to eat.
Aiming to post at least once a week. Too ambitious? Perhaps...we shall see. Let the food adventures, begin!
Every time I travel, I always feel motivated to do something different with my life. Since actually moving to another country takes a little more time and financial stability than I have now, I was inspired to start this new food blog. My old one, fatchowder, had some food posts, which I might re-post here if I get lazy, was a hodgepodge of topics.
I had a friend in college who said some people eat to live, but he lived to eat. That stuck with me, hence, the title of this blog. I also like to cook almost as much as I like to eat.
Aiming to post at least once a week. Too ambitious? Perhaps...we shall see. Let the food adventures, begin!
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