Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts

Friday, December 17, 2010

Late Night Homefries

Exhausted from holiday shopping, I fell asleep before dinner, and woke up after midnight terribly hungry wanting breakfast instead.  My breakfasts can be greasy affairs, having to rest on layers of paper towels before serving.

I had several ounces of rendered fat from some bone-in pork chops that I'd been working with on Tuesday.  A few Russet potatoes.  A pound of bulk hot Italian sausage from Strip District Meats (see prior post), and some Ethiopian Yirgacheffe coffee from 21st Street Coffee, also in the Strip.

This was a great dinner/breakfast.  Alas, I fell asleep again and missed breakfast the next day, but did I?  There were leftovers. 

The homefries in rendered pork fat.  Later seasoned with sea salt and pepper.
Some beautifully red Italian bulk hot sausage.

The finished product, a bit burnt at spots with a blotter to make it healthy. :)

Part of where the fat came from.  These were DELICIOUS.
Bellman stovetop coffee maker.  Still my favorite way to make some coffee.


4 ounces of sweetness from Intelligentsia Ethiopia Yirgacheffe Dama Coop.


Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Pork and Strip District Photos and some coffee.

Lots of people from out of town ask what is the Strip District.  It's a lot of things.

Looking down 32nd Street toward the river, going to Restaurant Depot.
This is a small set of photos during our first major snowfall of the year. I went to the Strip District for some bone-in pork chops which marinated in rice wine vinegar, sesame oil, garlic, coriander, cilantro, Meyer lemon, ginger and chiles. I pan seared them, and placed them into a preheated slow cooker containing wine, water & vegetables.  A special thanks to the friendly folks at Strip District Meats at 2121 Penn Ave.  They are friendly, affordable, and they let me take some photos in the store.

The other 6 were slow cooked in the marinade and yielded a lovely broth.
Not the cleanest plate, and a bit blackened, but tender and tasty, and eaten while I continued to cook.












I forget if it was that same day, or the day before, but I'd made my third visit to Cannon Coffee on Brookline Blvd, probably 7 miles away through the Liberty tubes.  They really don't deserve second billing, but I'll keep them in the revised/expanded entry nonetheless.  Please visit them sometime.  They are cozy and friendly and have a great arts & crafts feel.

Cannon Coffee, Brookline Boulevard, just a few miles beyond the Liberty tubes.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Egg and Black Bean Tortas (revised)

An actual cold grill!
This is Burgh Gourmand.  The pictures may not always be appetizing, but I guarantee the food was great!

It was snowy and cold out, so I decided to cook up some deep, warming food that would power a long session of snow shoveling or just watching old movies on the couch.  Both require energy.  Andy was hanging out and we didn't want to drive somewhere to pick up a protein.  So, let's go with eggs and a can of La Costena refried black beans from Las Palmas in Brookline. 

This little project started out as just a big skillet of scrambled warming food.  Then I realized there was leftover French bread from Oakmont Bakery.  Mexican sandwich you ask?  Yes.  It's called a torta, and just like Paella, it's a platform for leftovers.  Usually there's a meat and some veggies in there too, but not this time.  Just a huge mess of molten goodness :)  
Double-day old baguette from Oakmont bakery, still great. Note impromptu hoodie potholder.
Not the most flattering picture again, but I'm just starting out here.
Refried black beans, organic eggs, garlic infused olive oil, queso, roasted tomato & corn salsa, pepper & salt.  Served over toasted, oiled French bread. Last of the Kenya Thiriku from Counter Culture through a Bellman with some steamed milk. We made it for six hours without being hungry.  Although I should have bottled up some coffee in a Thermos for the ride up to Mom's house and back.  Thanks, Andy, for keeping me awake with your company.

The Bellman in action (a stock photo from another day.)