July 23, 2008

Because We Are Very Lazy

...aaaaaaaaand we're back!

Ulrike and I work in Midtown Manhattan, which is a magical part of a magical island that is nearly devoid of edible food.  Well, that's not exactly true, but when it's summer and the tourists are swarming, one doesn't always want to leave the office at lunch.  And oft-times, we have both neglected to bring a lunch. 

What to do?  Well, there are a couple of options.  One is to make a "lunch" out of candy from the vending machine.  Though an alluring option, my new NO HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP EVER diet prevents me from eating almost everything from the vending machine.  Another option is to starve.  This option is terrible.  There is ordering from Green Symphony, which is one of the most delicious restaurants ever, full of tasty, healthy, mainly vegetarian lunch items and healthful smoothies.  They are nice, and they take cards.

But this last option, the most enticing of the bunch, still has a problem:  you have to talk to a human.  Now if you are like me, you try to minimize all human contact.  What with the iPhones and the IMs and the Facebooks, you can carry on a whole life's worth of communication without ever actually using your precious, easily strained voice box.  Save that for singing! 

And now, thanks to the power of the Internest, it's possible to order food without ever talking.  Yes, that's right.  SeamlessWeb, this invention is called.  Basically, you go online and type in your zipcode and then it tells you all the restaurants around you that are available through their site.  You order your food, specify options and so forth, and put in your credit card.  Swiftly, food is on its way.  And no bothersome cash or cash tip. It's all automated, what with the credit cards and the e-mails and such.  Easy!

If you are in Midtown West, I'd suggest Vizio's bison burgers, or Akdeniz's almost anything.  Delish.

Yay for futuristic robot computer website internet!

February 20, 2008

Back From the Dead, Epifurious Still Hates Happiness

October 31, 2007

File Under Genius: "Would You Care For A Devil Egg?"

Watch at LEAST until the Gremlins cereal ("Add milk, but never water!").  HAPPY HALLOWEEN! (via Fenton 'n' Randy)

October 26, 2007

Make This Now: Tres Leches Cake

Or Dreimilchkuchen, as we've taken to calling it for no real reason.  I made this for Idahomie's belated birthday last night.  It was a struggle to wade through all the recipes on the internets -- each one I read had something wrong with it -- a too sweet sounding cake recipe in some, no booze in others, and a bizarre and WAY-too-much-for-a-weeknight combination of homemade and canned condensed milk in the recipe from the generally trustworthy Mary Sue Milliken and Susan Feniger.  But, luckily, something in the tone of the prose of Regan Burns' recipe on Chowhound assured me it was going to be delicious.  It was.  Also, it is probably the easiest dessert I've ever made.  The cake has 3 ingredients, and other than that you just pour some liquid over it, refrigerate, and whip some cream.  Couldn't be easier.  3 changes I made -- no coconut on top (I just wanted it to be soft and rich), mangoes on the side, A LOT more rum in the milk mixture -- maybe 5 times as much.  I'd just keep adding to your personal taste -- we're pretty boozy around here.

October 25, 2007

Danger Lurks Around Every 4-Cup

Cwusa_1973_8907011_2 Apparently the El Dorado Roast packets of moth wings and hair aren't all you have to fear from hotel room coffee makers.  Is there anything that enterprising hillbillies CAN'T turn into a meth lab? 

Speaking of hillbillies, searching for info on 4-cup coffee maker packets led me to two links that were extremely concerned with the cost of hotel room coffee:

Crazy Coffee Consulting
and
Thrifty Fun

Making sure to get every last drop of the "Metropolitan" plus adding in a second pressing doesn't sound like fun to me, honestly.  Maybe it is if your coffee maker is full of meth?

bon60l_5 Don't do drugs, kids!  Or drink hotel room coffee!

October 10, 2007

Another Contestant Enters the Ring

Eks So, in our ongoing and not quite intentional coverage of new frozen yogurt joints in every borough, I found myself needing to use the restroom and refill my water bottle (not unrelated!) in front of newcomer /eks/ in Brooklyn.  Now this is guaranteed to enrage IFC, who is suspicious of all things Brooklyn, but I think we may have a winner, folks.  Now, I haven't tried Yogurberry, but those sugar-strawberries IFC sampled sound iffy.  The yogurt at /eks/ tastes just like Pinkberry, but with two important differences.

1) It purports to be made of real, in-house cultured yogurt with live yogurt-germs, instead of a proprietary powder base of fairy dust and crack cocaine.
2) They offer pomegranate seeds among their toppings.

So, #1 just makes you feel even more that this sugary dessert is an important part of a balanced diet, and #2 takes /eks/ into a new strata of frozen yogurt/fruit magic.  The smooth, tart yogurt, with the crunchy, tart seeds is a perfect combination.  I'll have to get the Texture Hunter's opinion, but I thought it was a great combination.  Also it's beautiful, in a blood-of-the-lamb sort of way, and it matches the weird 'Kara Walker for Target' decor.  Uh-may-zing.  Just the thing to perk you up after a demoralizing afternoon of selling things at Beacon's Closet.  And, they were nice about refilling my water bottle, filling it up from a cool pitcher kept in the refrigerator instead of the tap -- first class!

Also, there's a lot of funny and odd intel about the place on the internets and they have a weekly rotating 2nd flavor that is either 'Dr. Green Tea', 'Dr. Mango', or 'Dr. Coconut', which is a definite step up from PB's static  and not very exciting greeen tea option.  Don't know if the good Doctors are licensed to practice outside BK, but /eks/ seems good for what ails you.

Next stop, the TCBY in Riverdale?  Columbo Staten Island?

October 03, 2007

How to Eat 100% Taste Free

Greetings Epifurious fans.  My name is Melissa and I have no taste.  No really.  This goes beyond liking Celine Dion and watching WWF.   I can not taste.  The delicate nuances of spices  are lost on me.  Garlic means nothing.  Butter=yellow. For me food is broken down to the most rudimentary levels:  salty, sweet, spicy and sour.  The more the Mortons™ the more likely I am to say, "Yum.  Tastes like salt!"   I used to be able to taste.  It just went away.  And chances are it's not coming back.  But that's a different story for a different blog.  Anyway...like any good creature I've learned to adapt (the salamander walks upright!) and I've discovered that eating can still be a pleasurable experience, you just need to look beyond the obvious.  Sure it might taste good, but, my friends, how is the TEXTURE?

The editors at Epifurious thought you readers might enjoy a texture hunter's take on eating, so I'll be stopping by the blog-o-sphere periodically to tell you all you need to know about what is what when it comes to eating 100% taste free. 

For my first entree I'd like to present the top 5 textural foods:

Kugel 1.  Gladys Edelman's Kugel. (seasonal)  For all you Goyim out there this means pudding.  Noodle pudding.  Usually comes in the sweet or savory varieties.  This past Rosh Hashanah my friend Ian Edelman's mom made a particularly delicious version.   I think there was some cinnamon judging from the flecks of brown and some dried apricot that made it extra sweet.  But the home run on this dish is the glorious texture. Layered, gooey, noodles stuck together with sweet, chewy bits in between.  The bottom of the casserole gets mushy and gummy and the top, crunchy, seeming almost al dente.  As they say, to die for! 

Cheeseburger 2.  McDonalds Cheeseburgers. When you can't taste, you don't need an expensive cut of meat.  You need a textural experience and  McDonalds has perfected the ultimate landscape.   The crunchy little square bits of onions, the salty pickle slices (3-6 depending on the mood of your Golden Arches chef,) that flat gray mushy patty, and of course, bright yellow melted American cheese.  Cheese glorious cheese.  So waxy!  So delicious!  All snuggled up inside a soft, fairly flat, bun.  Yum.  Super size me!

Abclemon 3.  Doughy baked goods.  Anyone who says they like their cookies crunchy is no friend of The Texture Hunter.  The rawer the better!  Make mine a dough ball!  Next time you're in line for a piece of that  birthday cake Sheila from accounting was kind enough to whip up, jockey for a center piece.  You'll be happier than a disgruntled office worker who's just been handed a 14 month severance package.  If you're at the deli and you need a quick doughy sugar fix, reach for an Alternative Baking Company Luscious Lemon Poppyseed cookie.  The cookie has a hint of yellow, selling the notion that is indeed lemon, and the poppyseeds add a whimsical little crunch.  Who needs eggs, this is chewy and soft and texturally delicious.

4.  Mutsu apples from the Union Square Green Market. (also known as Crispin) There is nothing worse than a mushy apple.  Especially when you can't taste.  Enter the Mutsu. They're crisp, crunchy, and best of all, sweet.  And probably the healthiest thing that actually feels fun when you chew it.

5.  Sabra™ hummus.  The creamiest, smoothest, most luscious treat.  I almost want to slather it on my dry elbows it looks so good.  Close your eyes and turn off your taste.  Swear to god, you'll think it's frosting.

And the runner up:  onion rings.  It goes to say, if it's deep fried and greasy, than it probably tastes good to a texture hunter.  My personal favorites are at Dumont Burger in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  The slimy sweet onion, nestled in a doughy semi-sweet crust and deep fried in an uber artery clogging fashion.  Skip the burger and head straight for the O Rings next time you're in Willy B.

That's it for now.  I'll see you later Texture Hunters.  Keep on chewing!

October 01, 2007

First Responders: Yogurberry

As you know, we here at Epifurious enjoy ourselves a little Pinkberry, even if it did take some convincing
I do find myself craving a tangy frozen confection now and again, and when I happen by a Pinkberry, I tend to stop in (always the same: a medium plain with Cocoa Pebbles and raspberries).  I am convinced that they've gotten stingier with the toppings, but that's a topic for a different post. 

See, the thing is, there really aren't any Pinkberry locations that I pass by regularly.  And while I am willing, on occasion, to take a train ride for the express purpose of a cup of weird fro-yo, I don't want to make a habit of it.  So imagine my excitement when I saw, along 37th Avenue, the sign for something called Yogurberry, in the pink-and-green color palette of the Pinkberry logo.  Jackson Heights is getting their very own Pinkberry rip-off! And it's on my walk home!!

It opened this week, and tonight I stopped in on my way to the liquor store. 

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September 30, 2007

From the Seemingly Neverending Annals of Things That Used To Be Good and Aren't Now (Also File Under You Get What You Deserve)

1_2 On that sad note about Mo P's, another place that was good and is now F-ed.   I am, as we speak, eating at Chickpea in Astor Place.   Chickpea was never great, but it used to be passably good -- a reliable spot to have a fairly healthy and cheap meal after yoga class or whatever.   I, for one, liked the turkey schwarma (though this is understandably controversial).  Something happened (I hear they're franchising?).   It's now bland, repulsive.   The pickles are just plain limp cucumber pickles.   The schwarma is dry and barely spiced.   The salad is meager and limp.   The tahini sauce tastes watered down.   The mystery cumin sauce that used to be so good has had xanthan gum or something added to it.  The always surly staff is now actively rude.   'Everything' seems to now mean they put onions on your plate.   I had to harass the counter guy to get four measly hot peppers.   And, if you think from the picture, "Well at least it's a LOT of bland schwarma!", think again.    There's a big pile of salty bulgur wheat to unpleasantly surprise you under that meat.   Chickpea?   More like Dickpea (sorry!)

Say It Ain't So!

Mo Pitkins House of Satisfaction, everyone's favorite place to go see Murray Hill perform while eating diner food, is closing

It wasn't the most delicious food in the world, but you could tell that a lot of love had gone into that rag-tag little place.  Pour one out for Mo Pitkins, and if you happen to be down in the LES anytime before October 20, drop on in and pay last respecks. 

We'll miss ya!

September 22, 2007

Brilliant Copywriting

Mv_chocI have tried to take a daily multi-vitamin many, many times in my life.  All the Woman's One-A-Days (which I tried to trick IFC into taking as an experiment),  Trader Darwin's All-In-Ones,  Centrum Silvers pilfered from my grandma's and other  useless bottles would  fall into disuse after around 4 days of diligent vitamin consumption.  Well, no more.  VIACTIV Milk Chocolate Multi-Vitamin Chews to the rescue.  So, they're a little pricey (60 for $10) but economics be damned -- I can remember to eat a chocolate candy every day!  I look forward to it!  Unsurprisingly, they taste like a really cheap chocolate caramel melted down and mixed with crushed vitamin pills.  This is not to say they are bad!  I've taken one every single day (and two a few days, shhhhh...) since I bought them three weeks ago.  Also, they have the most brilliant and simple Occam's razor of a slogan on the back: "VIACTIV Multi-Vitamin Soft Chews -- unforgettably delicious!" 

One more note: taking them in the morning is a great way to remember your birth control pill or anti-depressant or whatever.

September 15, 2007

Another Bizarre Dinner From the Epifurious Test Kitchen: Umami Tsunami!

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Two things were learned from tonight's weird dinner.

1) I may have a problem with umami addiction.
2) There is a reason we don't eat oysters at home.

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September 11, 2007

A Nice Thing To Have For Dinner When It's Still Hot and You Got Home At 10:30p and You're Not Very Hungry and You Went Shopping At Whole Foods Early Last Week and Almost Nothing's Left.

Img00497_2 Or anytime, really.   Sorry if this "recipe" veers a bit into 101cookbooks-patronizing-non-recipe-territory, but it was great, I promise.  I'm definitely making it again.  I had half a bunch of par sley, some fancy cheeses, and almost nothing else.  What to do?  I'm trying to eat more vegetables and less starch these days, so a garlic, olive oil, and pasta dinner was out.   I thought back to a recipe for a parsley salad to top bone marrow toasts I'd once read and aimed to make it a bit more weeknight.  Why aren't we always eating big, satisfying mouthfuls of parsley?  It's delicious and good for you and somehow seems strangely decadent.  Arugula, you're out!

Per person:

- A big handful of flat-leaf parsley; around 1.5 cups coarsley chopped
- 8 Morroccan oil-cured olives
- 1-2 tablespoons of dressing made of equal parts oil, vinegar, and lemon w/ salt and pepper
- 2-4 Finn Crisps or other whole-grain cracker
- a semi-hard, semi-sharp cheese, sliced to top the crackers

Chop the parsley and the olives.   Mix with the dressing.   Put the cheese on the crisps (I used some kind of cheese I got talked into at WF that's washed in red wine, leaving burgandy veins through it -- delicious!)  Put the salad on the cheese.  Gobble it up with a glass of almond milk or wine or whatever you have handy while you sort through the mail. 

September 03, 2007

Fishy Business

Piranhaplasticf424The Monterey Bay Aquarium runs a very helpful site called Seafood Watch, which basically lets you know which fish are in danger of overfishing, which ones are already overfished, and which ones are safely, sustainably sourced. 

You can even print out a handy little pocket guide to which fish to choose, varying by region.  Thanks guys!

September 01, 2007

Necessity is the Mother of Something or Other

Now looka here!  We finally have a search function!

Earlier this evening, I was reading Michael Ruhlman's blog entry about Chicken Caesar salads, and how their predominance in crummy restaurants is an indictment of the American palate and our prioritizing predictability over edibility, etc. Ulrike and I have had countless conversations about this topic, and I sort of remembered us talking about this in context of my business trip to Toronto, on which I took far too many meals at Accents, a perfunctory and depressing hotel bar/restaurant. 

I realized that there was no way to find out if this was or was not the case without clicking through the archives month by month, something I am far too lazy to do.  I half-heartedly attempted to use the "categories" function, and realized that this too was kinda jank and futile.  So now we have search.  Wasn't that a fun story?

In other news, look forward to posts about Pearl Oyster Bar, full-bodied Healdsburg reds, flour tortillas, an Astorian adventure, and Paula's Bataan Death March Party!  So much to talk about!

 

August 28, 2007

Perfect Storm

DON'T CLICK HERE, REALLY

Unless for some reason you'd LIKE to be exposed to this tripartite terror:

1) NEAL POLLACK.
2) HIS SPAWN.
3) CAPERS.

I'm so grossed out, I think I need to go home and sit in a fetal position in the tub with the shower pouring down, shivering and trying to "get clean".

[via Gawker -- thanks, a-holes.]

August 25, 2007

Oh, Pioneers

Hmmm... in looking for information about converting whole bean and ground coffee measures (I was unable to get a clear answer from the internets -- can anyone help?) I found this weird fakey website.  It concerns me that "Pioneer Thinking" includes explaining the difference between sherbet and sorbet.  Also, if pressed or boiled coffee is your greatest cholesterol concern, you're really doing ok.  "Kahweol and cafestol", indeed.  Harrumph.  Oh, yes, and diet has something to do with diabetes.

August 24, 2007

Embarassing and Controversial Admission

Embarassing and Controversial Admission
IFC and I both kind of love the Starbucks seasonal "Gazebo Blend".  We
ran out of coffee yesterday and bought a bag of it across the street
from our office.  We've done this before.  We admitted to each other
that we found it very delicious this morning.  It felt freeing to just
come out and be honest with each other.  I just absconded with it so as
to have "Gazebo Blend" over the weekend.  Sorry!

UPDATE:
I forgot to mention in this post that IFC described "Gazebo Blend"'s flavor profile as "winy" (or "winey"?).  I'm just saying.  Also, I already have some a'brewing for tomorrow morning using Leland's method.  I'll report back.

August 10, 2007

Everyone Loves Batali

Crocsorangeprmed     From Babbo to Iron Chef, Lupa to Molto Mario, what isn't there to love about Mario Batali?  He's just dreamy.  Even my cat is obsessed.  I left my copy of Molto Italiano on the dining table while I half-heartedly planned dinner, and when I returned from the grocery store, Paloma was laying on top of the book, jealously guarding it.  When I tried to retrieve it, a fusillade of tiny scratches lashed across my hands.

Just you wait Paloma...Batali will be mine. 

August 03, 2007

Dirty Minds Think Alike

I have a huge crush on the blog Brunchtastic.  The post on the demise of the Food Network alone is worth the price of admission, not to mention the wealth of other fantastic food-related screeds.  (I'd love to know what Brunchtastic thinks of that wretched new Simply Delicioso show.  Who is that woman??  She can't cook at all!) Brunchtastic is a tinderbox, a powder keg, a loose cannon--think of any other haretrigger (zing!) ordnance-related metaphor and you've got Brunchtastic.  Read it and weep!  Or laugh! Or nod in smiling agreement! Or feel kinda scared!

August 02, 2007

A Tip You Probably Know Already

180pxbasil_leaves This is probably as boring and obvious a tip as the old "stick your knife in the avocado pit and just twist it right out" chestnut, but it's new to me, and it has revolutionized my care of basil.

I love basil, and bought two big bunches at the farmer's market last weekend.  The problem is, I always let the basil go too long, and end up with either A) a plastic bag full of slimy, brown sludge or B) a desiccated, sad-looking bunch forlornly laying on the refrigerator rack.  It pains me to see this.

So last night, after plucking the basil leaves and washing them for bruschetta, i just laid the remainder of the still-damp leaves on a paper towel and folded them up into it, and stuck the whole lot into a plastic bag.  Tonight, when I went to get basil for a perfunctory cold-cut sandwich dinner, I was delighted to find the leaves, hale and hearty, clean, plump, and ready to go.  It seems the damp paper towel keeps them from getting dry, but wicks away enough moisture to keep them from getting disgusting. 

Yay! I now live without the constant nagging fear that I am carelessly murdering basil! 

Vicarious Emigration!

I just got a very nice e-mail from Cristina, the author of Mexico Cooks, a blog I had never heard of but of which I am now fully enamored.  Check it out--half food-blog, half cultural travelogue, it's full of great pictures, recipes, and information about Mexican craft, music, and architecture.  It's delightfully didactic and thoroughly detailed.

Here's to the Diana Kennedy of the blogosphere! 

A New and Exciting Egomaniac Project, Days 6 & 7

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Has Mark Bittman Lost It?

Ok, so IFC sent me  this horrifying video that you can't embed from the stupid New York Times to bedevil me.  He knows all about my fanatical hatred of thickeners in almost everything (roux = poo), most particularly ice cream.  I've been making a lot of ice cream lately, and let me tell you, it doesn't have eggs (that's frozen custard) and it CERTAINLY doesn't have CORNSTARCH.  Ewwwww.  Marck Bittman, you're on the food terrorist watch-list now.  Consider yourself warned.

While we're on the subject, is there any good use for cornstarch besides the one depicted in the nerdy and exciting video below?  If you know one, please chime in (but watch your back...)!!!

July 31, 2007

Chance Meating

Questionmarks This weekend, Idahomie and I had a sudden lunch hankering for Italian food.  Even though the griddle was still warm from french toast, it was a strong, almost urgent need. 

After extensive web research (well, actually, just typing "queens italian" in chowhound), it seemed the consensus was that Trattoria L'Incognito is the best Italian in Queens, and the tricked-out website, which played Andrea Bocelli and had slideshows of the interior, showcased a tasty-looking menu.  Despite terrifying, apocalyptic rain, lightning, and thunder, we ventured out to make the long trek to Astoria.

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