Friday, June 19, 2009

Puerto-Ricanischetag

June 19



Last Sunday, when 2,000,000 other people in New York were attending or participating in the Puerto Rican Day parade, I was at Seäsonal, stuffing my face and drinking wine — mostly Grüner Veltliner, of which Seäsonal offers six varieties by the glass.
Seäsonal is not a good name for this restaurant on 58th St. Sure, they use produce that’s in season (much of the time, I did have quark with strawberries there in the winter), but what restaurant in New York doesn’t? Its main distinguishing characteristic is that it mostly features the cuisine of Austria and southern Germany, under the watchful eye of co-executive chefs Eduard Frauneder and Wolfgang Ban. That’s Ed in the picture, looking on with satisfaction as I polish off the vegetables accompanying a fish dish.
I’m not sure what my dining companion Sandra Fowler is thinking. It looks like she’s thinking “Good lord, Bret, have you never seen food before? Slow down.”
But she seems a bit more generous of character than that.
Sandra had suggested we meet for brunch at Seäsonal (that umlaut is, of course, the only indication of the restaurant’s cuisine), so we met there around 2 and then spent the next eight (8!) hours chatting with Glenn the bartender while Ed and Wolfgang fed us. We had non-traditional things like scallops with beets and horseradish, and really traditional things like Wienerschnitzel, and upgraded versions of traditional dishes, like braised veal cheek goulash.
The title of this blog entry is my own fractured version of German, a language I don’t speak. It’s how I hoped you might say Puerto Rican Day in German, but my friend Clark Mitchell, who speaks German, says they’d probably just call the day Puerto Rico Tag.
That, however, would not be a good title for a blog entry.
Apart from eating, Sandra and I drank a lot of different types of Grüner Veltliner as well as some Blaufränkisch and Pinot Noir and Chardonnay (Sandra’s a Californian and so it’s important that she drink Chardonnay often), and just a little bit of grappa that had recently been dropped off by a liquor merchant.
I had meant to do laundry that day for my trip to Hawaii. But we didn’t leave until 10pm, so that was out of the question.
Sandra suggested I eat at Alan Wong’s while I was in Honolulu. I had actually interviewed Alan some years ago, when Nation’s Restaurant News inducted him into our Fine Dining Hall of Fame, and it seemed like I should, indeed, try his food. So the next day Sandra e-introduced me to Leigh Ito, Alan’s publicist (Sandra is a very hard-working networker), and dinner was arranged.
And that makes for a good prelude to my trip to the Hawaiian island of Oahu, which I’ll begin documenting with my next blog entry...

To view all the blog entries about my trip to O‘ahu, click here.

Dua Film di satu CINEMA



Eh tau gak sih, ternyata nonton adalah rutinitas orang pacaran nomor satu? *pura-pura baru tau*
Terbukti, kemarin hmm tanggal 18 Juni 2009, anak-anak 65 banyak banget yang melipir ke salah satu mall di daerah jakarta barat yang bisa dihinggapi dengans eragam sekolah, yaitu puri mall. (tau kan?)

Terutama banget yang berpasangan, seperti shinta dan pacarnya, rhyrye dengan pacarnya, nita dan gerry, rusli dan citra, dan beberapa yang enggak sama pacar (ada yg ga punya).
Niatnya pada nonton. Terutaamaaa yang pacaran tentunya.

Kasian para panitia 65 cup ini, gara-gara sudah mendekati hari H jadi pada kekurangan waktu bercengkrama dengan sang pacar. (Sabaar ya ro! Buat pacarnya roro, jangan ngambek dong, tanggung jawab nih. hehe)
Apalagi si indah udah 2 minggu enggak sempet ketemu beruangnya (ampuun ndah!) demi kesuksesan acara ini.
Pengorbanan besar.

Back to the topic, nonton.
Dalam cinema ternyata tontonan yang didapat lebih dari sekedar film yang sedang di putar.
Tapi ada film "live".
Yahh untuk para aktrisnya tentu itu adalah hal yang sangat menyenangkan and out of your bussiness lah.
tapii buat para penonton, apresiasinya berbeda-beda.
Ada yang merasa terusik, ada yg terhibur, bahkan ada yang lebih serius nontonin film "LIVE" dari pada film yang diputar di big screen. OHMAIGOOT!

Film "LIVE" yang gue maksud adalah...
Action pertarungan bibir dan pergulatan tangan (you know laah)
Ciuman seru! yihaaa.
Kadang enggak cuma sekedar ciuman dan peluk-pelukan doang, tapi ini masih aga tabu untuk diucapkan gadis innocent kaya gue (hueeeekss ciih!)
Sebenernya ini sih biasa aja, sudah lumrah, malah jadi tradisi.
Ya kan? Ya kan?

Nah enggak lepas dari teman-teman gue, mereka pun menyaksikan film "LIVE" diantara film yang sebenernya juga memuat banyak adegan kissing. Tapiii lebih menarik yang LIVE bukan? yeaah!

Sebenernya salah enggak sih? Menurut gue enggak.
Tapi gue baru sadar, kadar keingin tahuan dan kepo *ikut campur*nya orang Indonesia tuh tinggi banget!
Jadi yaaa, yang seharusnya biasa aja kalau dapet nimbrungan perhatian dari orang lain jadi aga enggak enak yaaa bo.

haha. makin lama makin ga penting deh gue. hahahah.
yang jelas saya berpesan, tontonlah keduanya selagi bisa dengan seimbang.
Film yang di bigscreen dan film "LIVE" action di seats audience. hahaha.
Enjoy!

FB, internet, and me




ok. mmg da addicted dgn FB.

of course sbb nak stay in touch with friends.

and, just having some fun with the quiz.

play pet society as well --> LOLA ~!!!!


lola time muda - mudi.
i'll show his new pic later.

and ok. facebook telah kecikkan dunia yg besar nih.

i mean like...sgt bnyk connection~!!!

example(s)

1 - nabilah - kwn d melawati & also blogger.
hadi - kwn kpd TTM yg sy rapat jgk.
teha aziz - kwn d mrsm dlu kala

tibe3... nabilah & teha main comment2 blog memasing..
ok. mereka kenal~ cammm..err?
then baru2 nih. sy nmpk. hadi tegur nabilah plak d FB.
ok... mrka 1 U. mereka kenal. grrr~ terkejut.


2 - ayong, hawa, ruzanna - kwn blogger n FB
fitri ariff - junior 1 sem d kolej
dettol - cyber friends since form 2 x silap

ayong, hawa n ruzzana kenal dr blog asalnye...
n mereka sdiri da kenal masing2 x silap. sy yg tibe2 muncul...
fitri ariff junior sebaye, adalah kwn kpd ayong n hawa. ok~~~
and....dettol. baru terjmpe dkt FB. skali kenal ayong???
cammm...ok. mrka 1 matrix. wahaha... dettol plak.
and ade lg connection lain.

fine. gile. eh silap. keciknye dunia.
ok ok. dunia besar. luas. tp...internet kecikkan.

and tah bape bnyk kes lain lg yg serupeee~~~



In Over My Head?

As the old adage goes, you learn something new everyday.

Yesterday I learnt three things. Did you know, for instance, that the greyhound accelerates to 45 miles per hour in a single second from a standing start? Zero to forty five in a second? Amazing. It is the second fastest land mammal on earth.

The other two factoids I gleaned through empirical, hands-on research and part of me wishes I was still in a happy cloud of blissful ignorance. Here we go: the brain of a pig is surprisingly small. Tiny, in fact. About the size of a duck’s egg.


['Two squeaks, or not two squeaks? That is the question']

The second? There is a wonderful nugget of meat that sits just below the eye socket behind the cheek bone, only accessible with an adventurous finger after the head of a pig has been simmered long and slow. It falls away in a rather satisfactory fashion, a neat little piece of tasty pork.

I know this because of Project Napoleon.

Project Napoleon, named after the Stalin-esque character in Animal Farm, began quite by accident.

I’d had a request to cook (and eat) brain for the Nose to Tail Tuesday feature (thanks for that). With calves’ and lambs’ brain still illegal, it was up to the reliable old porker to provide the means by which this terrifying prospect could be realised.

I put in a reluctant request with my butcher and received a phone call on Wednesday: ‘I’ve got a pig’s head here for you? Do you want the whole thing or just the brain?’



The question was a no-brainer (ha ha ha – sorry). The head is a culinary challenge I’ve been keen to take on for quite some time: a real test that separates those who merely profess a predilection for the holistic approach and those with genuine gastronomic fortitude.

Why does the head divide the cooking fraternity so? It’s about emoting. As humans we have evolved to read faces, to try and glean as much information as possible from them. The slightest movement can give away a secret, a feeling or an emotion.

Presented with the head of an animal, there is a near certainty that we will lean towards anthropomorphosis. And pigs, even deceased and decapitated ones, look like they are smiling. They look content. Happy even. So turning it into food is difficult.



Once this hurdle has been leapt over, the rest is easy.

One option for turning this insanely cheap meat (this one cost just under three pounds) into a viable foodstuff is to make a tête de fromage, not a uniquely male medical condition but a rustic pâté also known as brawn.

Here the entire head is simmered gently for three hours in water and stock vegetables. Once cooled, the meat, fat and skin is stripped from the skull, the stock strained, reduced and turned into a jelly into which the meat is set.

Yum.

Or not.

I wanted something more refined. I’ve always believed that true culinary skill lies in turning the ridiculous into the sublime. The drab into the delicious. Here was a challenge.

Driving home from the butcher’s I started putting a menu together, one that would showcase this unusual ingredient to its full potential.


Head Over Heels


So, here is the plan – to be served to adventurous dinner guests, just as soon as we find some. Any takers?

Pre dinner drinks with pork scratchings and ears Ste Menehould

Deep fried brain on toast with champagne

Sour Apple amuse

Pea & Bacon Soup made with ‘head stock’ with homemade bread

Refined brawn pâté with sage

Confit cheek with apple jelly, candied bacon and summer leaves

Dessert

Cheese and port

Let’s see just what this head can do…

Thursday, June 18, 2009

The End of the Line?

Pay attention because these may be the three most important words you could learn this year.

They are in the form of a question, are easy to remember and will no doubt facilitate further conversation.

Ready?

Is. It. Sustainable?

Every time you buy fish be sure to say these words out loud.

I already knew the situation regarding dwindling fish stocks was perilous but the true extent to which so many species are in danger was brought into terrifying immediacy last week when I went to see The End of the Line, a new documentary based on the book written by journalist Charles Glover.

The conclusion of the film, full of serious looking scientists and graphs with a ubiquitous downward trend, is that stocks of many of the fish we know and love will have crashed sometime shortly before 2050.

When fish stocks crash, I learnt, it means their number has re-treated to below a level from which it can recover. Population sizes get too small and, ultimately, species die out. By 2048, Ted Danson surmises gravely over various swooping shots of the Deep Blue, the oceans may be full of little more than algae and jellyfish.

I don’t fancy jellyfish fingers. Crab sticks are bad enough.

Cod, marlin, skate and others receive their moment in the spotlight but the poster boy for the campaign is without doubt the bluefin tuna, now seemingly endangered to the same extent as the orang-utan or giant panda.

Fished predominantly in the warm waters of the Med, the bluefin is a beautiful creature – no doubt supremely tasty – but one that none of us should be eating. Indeed, many restaurateurs have taken the fish off their menus with barely a few notable exceptions (Nobu being the most famous, and currently stubborn).

Coming under the jurisdiction of the EU fisheries committee, quotas (if properly enforced) could help halt the rapid decline in the fish’s population. Scientists advise a maximum catch of 10,000 tons of blue fin, a figure that would just allow the stocks to start recovering. In a frustrating piece of footage, the quota is set at six times this amount with many boats simply ignoring it entirely and shipping illegally caught blue fin to the Far East.

Despite its grim predictions the film ends on an up-beat. It suggests that in this case, change must come from below. We haven’t yet reached tipping point but the revolution must be consumer led. The individual can, it says, make a difference.

Perhaps they can. Roberto Mielgo, one of the film’s heroes, is merely a lone gun. A former fisherman himself, he travels the world amidst a dense fug of Marlboro smoke compiling evidence against the worst offenders and putting together dossiers packed with information. A latter day Sam Spade for the oceans.

But for every David there is a Goliath and there are few bigger giants than the Mitsubishi Corporation who appear to be stockpiling bluefin in enormous frozen warehouses hoping, Glover argues, to cash in when the stocks begin to disappear.

It’s here I find the conclusion, that the consumer can make the difference, incongruous with the body of evidence as just presented. The shady worlds of international politics and global big business dominate the oceans and have a monopoly on its contents. The bottom line is the bottom line and whilst that is the case, I fear that there is little we can do.

That’s not to say we should give up and chow down plates of oturo seven nights a week – we do need to find other sources of piscine protein.

After the screening a Q&A was held with two representatives from the British Antarctic Survey, to field questions regarding the scientific aspects of what we had seen, and two from supermarket chain Waitrose to offer advice about fishy alternatives that are sustainable.

Top of that list is a tropical freshwater fish called tilapia. It has a meaty white flesh with a taste not dissimilar to cod. Having never tried it I was offered a piece to cook, free of charge, from my local Waitrose (another of the good guys - they don't stock any fish unless it is MSC certified)

Tilapia is something of a blank canvas. Like many white fishes it can hold its own with a variety of flavours. Many recipes call for fragrant Thai additions such as chilli and lemongrass.

But I wanted to know if it was possible to use it in the all time test: re-creating the British classic of fish and chips.

NB – I was too hungry to bother taking pictures.

Tilapia in ginger beer batter


This is good. Really, really good. The fish is moist and yielding and remains tender inside its little house of batter made from ginger beer. It might sound strange but please, run with me on this one. I guarantee you won’t regret it. It was the best battered fish I have had in a long time. Serves two.

Two tilapia fillets, each cut into four pieces
75g plain flour, plus a little extra
100ml ginger beer
a pinch of cayenne pepper
a pinch of baking powder
salt and pepper
oil for deep frying (I used a mixture of sunflower and rendered lamb suet)

Dry the fish well and sprinkle a little flour into a shallow plate. Season it with salt and pepper.
Mix the flour in a small bowl and pour in the ginger beer. Whisk well until it is lump free and smooth. Add the baking powder and season with the cayenne, salt and pepper.

Heat the oil in a saucepan over a moderately high heat (it should be about 175 degrees. Test it by dropping in a small cube of bread – if it is hot enough the bread will brown within sixty seconds).

Cover the tilapia with flour and shake off any excess. Drop into the batter then deep fry them for about two minutes until the batter has turned golden brown.

Serve with a mound of well salted chips and a little too much mayonnaise.

Is there a downside to this wunder-fisch? Naturally. It’s from Zimbabwe a country a long, long way away with a more than dubious human rights record. This is a decision you’re going to have to make alone but before you do, go and see the film. Immediately.