courtesy of one insignificant Asian girl.
(Not pictured: that one time when I dropped my frozen yogurt on the street, picked it back up, and resumed eating.)
Bourbon Pear Crumble and Lemon Chess pie slices at Four & Twenty Blackbirds. I rapidly consumed my slice and a chunk of Steve’s as well. (I also felt sorry for the nearly-emaciated woman who took two bites of her pie, separated the cream away from the slice, then stared longingly at the rest before throwing it away. I wish it weren’t socially uncouth to ask strangers for their leftover food!) This place is a necessary pilgrimage for pie fans. Brooklyn, NY, March 2012.
My bank account isn’t looking too hot, but my stomach is very content after my first foray into Chicago’s restaurant week. Main course of classic filet mignon, medium rare, complimented with mushrooms and whipped potatoes (served family style). The presentation of the steaks was bleak and uninviting - hunks of charred meat on massive, plain white plates. I was happy with the temperature of my steak, but I noticed that Peter’s steak was cooked medium, despite his medium rare order. All of the steaks at our table seemed pretty inconsistent. Nonetheless, I enjoyed mine. I’m still relatively inexperienced in the world of red meat, and this was my first steak not cooked by Steve, Zach, or Chris. As much as I love my friends, I think David Burke did it a little better. David Burke’s Primehouse, Chicago, IL, February 2012.
My classic Vietnamese sandwich (pate, roasted ground pork, pickled carrots, cucumber, cilantro, mayo) and Steve’s pork chop sandwich (recommended by Aaron Sanchez). Best Bahn Mi I’ve ever had, but unfortunately I can’t say the same for their summer rolls.
Nicky’s Vietnamese Sandwiches in the East Village, March 2011.
Despite making myriad meals of candy bars and snack food during the quarter, I like to assume the guise of healthy eating when I’m home with my family. Thus emerged this lentil pate, a simple spread made by heaping cooked green lentils in a food processor, drizzling in some olive oil, and seasoning with garlic, salt, and pepper. Incredibly easy, tasty, and perfect for vegan/vegetarian dinners. Orem, UT, December 2011.
Birthday brunch at Ann Sather. Cinnamon rolls, “French Toast Fantasy,” Banana Pecan French Toast, and a brownie a la mode. Both of the French toasts we ordered were made from cinnamon rolls in lieu of bread. French toast can’t get much better than that. Although Ann Sather is known for their cinnamon rolls (which are phenomenal), their brownies shouldn’t be overlooked! This one was rich and melt-in-your-mouth delicious. Nothing like a massive food coma to celebrate my 21st birthday. Chicago, IL, January 2012.
I’m thrilled to finally post about making my own macarons! This occurred the day before I flew back to Chicago, when I spontaneously decided to postpone my goodbyes to my friends for several hours, went out and purchased a shoddy kitchen scale, and got down to business. I’m amazed by how swimmingly my macaron-making went, especially since I’ve seen/heard about the horrors of even minute mistakes. I used raw, unblanched almonds. Instead of aging my egg whites over the course of several days, I microwaved them for a few seconds to remove extra moisture. I didn’t anticipate successful shells, so I actually didn’t have a filling in mind - the result was a mixture of nutella and tiramisu mascarpone. Still delicious. Next time, I’ll be a little more adventurous and start flavoring/coloring them! Orem, UT, December 2011.
Macarons from the Upper East Side Laduree, from Steve. (His friend works there - I’m incredibly jealous of all the macaron-eating that that job entails!) The macarons are not made on-site but rather shipped in from Paris. I found the shells bit too crisp and dry (perhaps a result of semi-extensive traveling?), but the flavors were pretty spot-on. Consumed in Chicago, IL, January 2012.