Whether we plan it or not, we all wake up with an extra body in our beds from time to time. No need to panic, either escort your drowsy guest to the door or fire up the griddle and get some breakfast on the table. Here's your full menu for the morning after, bacon, pancakes, good music, and a brilliant little quip from James Beard.
Whether or not you had an inadvertent overnight guest, take a few minutes and flap some jacks this morning. Pancakes aren't complicated, and if you make them a semi-regular part of your morning routine (say, perhaps, a weekend tradition) you'll find you know the formula by heart in no time. I threw some bananas into the mix, but if you don't have any on hand, skip 'em. Pancakes ahoy!
Did you wake up with one less pillow? Is there another body sharing your bed? Well, now you've got two choices: 1) kick the straggler out before you've even brewed coffee, or 2) acknowledge your adult sleepover by making breakfast.
If you choose option 2, let me help you. This week we'll draft a quick and easy menu for the morning after. Impress your guest while you're still in pi's with pancakes and bacon.
Eating well doesn’t have to break the bank, monetary salvation lies in knowledge. So, arm yourself with information and get to know your butcher. I’m a lover of lamb, but buying the rack every time will rob your wallet of its health. Lamb spare ribs, however, are often overlooked and if you can get your butcher to save some for you, the price will likely surprise you. Unpopular meat is cheap, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t scrumptious.
This date night meal needed some heft (I intend to put my dear friend into a food coma) and what adds more power to a meal than the humble potato? Boiled, smashed, and pan fried, this potato has everything: a tender center, a crisp skin, salt, garlic. It was only missing one thing: intrigue. Enter caraway. You think of it as the flavor of rye bread, and it's the perfect compliment to a smashed potato.
In an effort to serve foods with a natural blush for my practice date I picked up a head of red cabbage at the market. Cabbage has a bad rap for being smelly, cheap, and mushy, and the fault for such a reputation sits heavily on the shoulders of mid-century cooks. Cabbage is a riot of color and texture, the tender leaves contrast mightily with the crunchy veins. I toss mine with apple cider vinegar and miso for a punch of acidity and flavor. No mush over here.
February is a time for Hallmark love and Presidential remembrance (according to our national calendar). While the thought of planning a dinner party around Washington's favorite foods is enticing, I decided to go with the more obvious choice and build this month's menu around a lovely little date night.
While living in Vegas I started a tradition with a dear friend of going out on practice dates. Neither of us had significant others, but we wanted to be ready should we meet those special someones in the near future. So, Tango and I watched insulting romantic comedies, ate dinner at absurd Vegas restaurants, and attended dreary company events as a fake couple. Now that we both live in NYC, it's time to invite her over for a more refined practice date. This time, I'm cooking. Stay tuned for the menu!