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Sunday, January 6, 2013

My Last Meal in Australia

Only appropriately a crocodile pizza and a kangaroo pizza. 

The Australian Heritage Hotel in the historic neighbourhood known as The Rocks, with finger-touching views of the Harbour Bridge and Sydney's Opera House, is the oldest continuously licensed pub in Sydney. They not only exclusively sell Australian beer and wine, but pizza toppings such as  Pepper Kangaroo with roasted capsicum and cranberries, the Coat of Arms which is half emu and half kangaroo, Saltwater Crocodile marinated in a spicy coconut cream with Thai herbs, the Australian with double smoked ham, eggs, mushrooms, and BBQ sauce (like that combination could be called anything else) or the Queenslander with crispy bacon, and pineapple - how is Queensland anything unlike Hawaii?? I would easily, happily and hungrily go back to try the Tandoori Chicken, Roast Peking Duck, Pork Belly and Spicy Chorizo topped pizzas....or any of the other salads and non-pizzas offerings on the menu. Not vegetarian today! With a cold Australian cider, it was the perfect meal. The perfect goodbye. 

Oh, and saltwater crocodile is in fact considered to be a marine animal, in which, I am allergic to....along with all the other swimming fish. 

Monday, September 10, 2012

Where to Eat when in Brisbane...

.....or what Shauna and Sheelagh ate in Brisbane.


Pie Face. 

The name says it all. Australians love their pies. I prefer the buttery, flakey pastry rolls, but the pies are pretty good too - especially when they have little faces on them, distinctly different for each of the assorted fillings. Both the pastry rolls and pies come in regular and mini sizes so you can have a wee taste of all the faces before you fully commit to your favourite pie personality. I wouldn't say Pie Face has the best pies in Australia, but it's hard to resist it's gimicky store signs to go in and check them out. There was a Pie Face just about to open in Perth before I left, there's a multitude in Brisbane, and I recently just learned that there's a 24 hour one in Melbourne: just another example of how Perth is just a bit slow, a bit behind the times, a bit far away but slowly, slowly catching up with the rest of Australia :)

Apparently there is now a Pie Face in New York that just opened in January! 

Carlton XXX Brewery & Tour

On a rainy, windy day we decided to go on the Carlton Brewery Tour for a little taste of Queensland. Our tour guy was a friendly, chatty old man who must've been giving tours at the brewery for years and years. Besides mum and myself, the rest of the tour consisted of five Asians, of which one definitely didn't know much English, and all of the tour guide's jokes went way over her head. We were fitted with hi-vis vests, safety goggles and made sure that we all had close-toed shoes before we were lead through the history, rooms describing the ingredients, and the production facilities for about an hour and a half. Maybe about an hour too long. The reward at the end: 4 beverages or beers of your choice - four!! That's quite a lot for anyone to drink. The result: Mum saying, "I might actually start drinking beer! I like this."
Although it is a much larger scale, I couldn't help but think about my time at Frankland Estate while viewing the production and bottling of the beer. There were a couple supervisors on the floor, but the machines and conveyor belts did all the work. There was no WWOOFer folding all the boxes for the cases. Nobody with numb fingers lifting the bottles individually into the boxes. Nobody lifting case after case onto pallet after pallet. I suppose that's why Frankland Estate wines are only found in specialty stores and it means so much more when I can say, "I put that label on that bottle."

Damper

"Damper and Dip" is on a lot of Australian menu's under the entree options (re: entree is not a main course; entree is a starter, an appetiser.) Traditionally, it was a simple bread brought into the Outback, but from what I've seen, it means different variations of the house bread served with dips. And if it's not damper on the menu, then it's bread with dukkah. Dukkah, a dry condiment mixture of herbs, nuts, and spices is usually served with olive oil to be dipped into by bread.

In Brisbane, you can have a "real" taste of Australian cuisine at Tukka. Although it may not be what the average Australian eats day to day, the menu showcases native foods from local farmers in a modern, innovative way. The menu has two degustation choices as well as a la carte. Luckily, we were able to experience on of the Discovery menu which consisted of 5 courses. 

Amuse Busche of Tasmanian possum. 
yes, possum.
Native Plate: selection of wild game such as kangaroo, smoked kangaroo, emu, crocodile with native berries and damper with dukkah.
Mum hasn't a clue what she's eating! 
Palate Cleanser after the Pepperberry and lime cured crocodile fillet cooked sous vide with cider braised pears 
yum yum.
Seared Queensland kangaroo fillet with with roasted winter vegs and a rhubarb lemon myrtle jus.

The Great Escape Menu consisted of seven courses of which we missed out on the Confit of Tasmanian possum and pork belly pie with sauteed brussel sprouts tossed with pepperberry pancetta and a davidson plum jus as well as Seared Marburg emu fillet with anisata onied dutch carrots, braised du puy lentils and a port jus. That was definitely our fill of meat for the week, and interesting exotic meat for the year!! 

Now, if you don't want pie, you don't want to go on a tour just to get 4 beers, and you're not into weird exotic meats, then I highly recommend two neighbouring restaurants on Mollison Street in Brisbane's West End. The first one, The Gun Shop Cafe, we went to for breakfast but would have been happy to go back for lunch and dinner if we hadn't stopped by The Burrow instead to try somewhere different. The article in which we had read about The Gun Shop cafe had talked up the potato and feta hash browns, so much so it seemed, that they were already sold out by the time we sat down. Instead, mum got the sweet potato hash browns with Toulouse sausages, tomato jam and rocket with a poached egg on top. I had a puff pastry tart with Persian feta, rocket and mixed wild mushrooms. It was more of a brunch option, but would have been perfect with a poached egg, but got my morning fix by going halfsies with mum. The breakfast menu offers something light, classics, and new dishes with an asterix proclaiming the menu is subject to change daily. The lunch and dinner menus seem a bit more substantial and enticing in a peculiar but trustworthy way. I would highly recommend going for breakfast. 
 The Burrow, also open for breakfast, lunch and dinner, was just as basic as Tukkah and The Gun Shop: beams and exposed wood, stairs leading up to another dining area with a balcony that looked as though it used to be a house, but just expanded the front of it with an additional tin roof and big open window seats. Both are casual and inviting with the types of menus that everything sounds so good, so appetising, so wonderfully odd the combinations of flavours and ingredients that you just want to order everything. Oh wait, that's usually just indecisive letsordereverythingtotaste me. I could've ordered all of the $10 pizzas: PNG: prosciutto, nashi pear, and gorgonzola; The Lucky Chick: harissa spiced with chickpeas; Mr Potato Head with rosemary potatoes; the one we ordered had silverbeet (chard). The crispy beer battered chips come with a herbed mayo and homemade tomato salsa. They specialise in craft beers and ciders. Every table had a different salt and pepper set you could imagine were collected over the years with stories to tell rather than just bought at a flea market. MMM just thinking about it makes me want to go back again!

If I were to go back to Brisbane, I would definitely want to try their local specialty: Moreton Bay bugs. Bugs are not bugs, but kinda like a cross between a lobster and a crayfish in which you eat the meat from the tail and hence quite expensive.
I would also go to Jo Jo's....

Saturday, February 4, 2012

It's hard not to go for a run...

when you have this so close by...
unfortunately, only outside of 6am and 6pm is it cool enough to actually not faint from heat exhaustion.
 how much do you want to jump in right now?
 although i could literally sit and stare out into the ocean for hours, it's also a good excuse to take a break from my "run"
love awkwardness.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Questionable Health Priorities at Farmers Markets.

"Are these fruits and vegetables organic?"
"No, we are not certified organic."
"Ok I'll pass on those then. Can I get a dozen sugared cider donuts?"


"Can I get a cider donut please?'
"Sure. Would you like plain, cinnamon-sugar, or sugar coated?"
< parent to child > "Do you want sugar or cinnamon-sugar?"

Monday, September 5, 2011

Camping Canceled, S'mores Definitely Still On.

Labor Day Monday. I was supposed to go camping last night, but everyone was supposed to leave before I got off work, I didn't have a tent, it was supposed to rain, and mum is leaving for Ireland tomorrow for 3 weeks. So, I decided not to go, but in the end, no one did - and it happened to be a beautiful, warm night and a sunny Monday today. Oh well. Hanging out on the deck with the roomies and neighbors eating scrumptious stuffed clams and huge chunky lobster rolls and seducing spiders with cheese and crackers was just as fun. I still made s'mores for dessert with jumbo marshmallows. 
graham crackers. chocolate. jumbo marshmallow. graham cracker. 20 seconds in the microwave. bam. 

Ooey gooey goodness all over the place. 

 it's just like camping. outside on the deck, spiders and all. 

Friday, August 26, 2011

Pokey Cheesey Delivery

Text Conversation:

me: "what are you doing? going to the cheese shop?"

an hour later...

sc: "where you at?"
me: "mi casa."
sc: "meet me out front in 5"
me: "ok"

2 minutes later...

sc: "out front!"
sc: "come on pokey!"
me: "elevator"
sc: "about time!"


I expected maybe a walk to BNG for some coffee, maybe a walk even to the cheese shop but nope. Instead, the best doorstop delivery ever (ok, well, down the hallway, down the elevator, passed the theater foyer, down the front steps) : a bag cherishing Italian and Irish Cheese!! I am so happy right now, I just had to write about it to share about it - yes I am home alone, it explains a lot. A Tallegio from Italy and a Cashel Blue from Ireland - a favorite food from two beloved countries....wow. The real reason I asked SC if he was going to the cheese shop was 1. he has the day off and the cheese shop he lives by has weird hours and 2. I wanted to try the cambozola he keeps talking about -  a combo of soft French triple-cream cheese and Italian gorgonzola. But I'll definitely take the Irish and Italian cheese. Paired with torn croutons I made the night before, this is the most fantastic snack a sunny Friday afternoon, and a hungry girl, could ask for.


Torn Croutons:

* made with The Good Loaf's Sharp Cheddar, Fresh Basil and Cracked Peppercorn Sourdough, 
highly recommended *

Tear day-old bread into bite size pieces. Pour enough oil into the bottom of a large pan to cover the bottom and add 3 garlic cloves. Heat until hot and then add the bread in a single layer. If you hear sizzling, the heat is too high and the croutons will become too dry – the key is to slow cook them for about 20 minutes so that the croutons absorb the garlicky oil and become crisp and golden brown on all sides. Just TRY to keep your fingers away from these. 

Monday, August 15, 2011

Addicting Potato Salad

This recipe was one of the first ones I tried from Yotam Ottolenghi's Plenty cookbook. I made it first, back in the spring however with garlic scapes instead of the parsley and basil and I had a mixture of baby blue, red, and white potatoes. I think I exuded fumes of garlic for the rest of the week. I couldn't stay away from it, snacking on the little potatoes that I didn't get a chance to take a picture of all the pretty colors blended together. 
I did get a pic of the garlic scapes though. 

I had a quart of potatoes from the farmer's market, fresh parsley and basil so I couldn't be tempted to make anything else. 

15 quail's eggs (did not use0
1 cup frozen petite peas
1 3/4 lb new potatoes, washed but not scrubbed
1 cup basil
1/2 cup parsley leaves
1/2 cup pine nuts
1/2 cup grated Parmesan
2 garlic cloves (i think i actually put in 4 or 5)
1 cup olive oil
1/2 tsp white wine vinegar (i sprinkled over some Spanish sherry vinegar)
bunch of sorrel or mint leaves, shredded (did not have)
salt and pepper

Place the quail's eggs in a saucepan and cover with cold water. Bring to the boil and simmer for 30 seconds (soft-boiled) or 2 minutes (hard-boiled). Refresh in cold water and peel. 

Blanch the peas in boiling water for 30 seconds then drain, refresh, and set aside. 

In another pot of boiling water, cook the potatoes for 15-20 minutes, depending on their size, until soft but not falling apart. 

While the potatoes are cooking, place the basil, parsley, pine nuts, Parmesan and garlic in a food processor and blitz to a paste. Add the oil and pulse until you get a runny pesto. Pour into a large bowl. 

Drain the potatoes, then cut in two as soon as you can handle them (they will absorb more flavor when hot). Add the potatoes, vinegar, and the peas to the bowl of pesto and toss well (oops, just realized I blitzed the peas too). Mix well, gently, slightly crushing the potatoes, so that all the flavors are mixed and the pesto is evenly distributed. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Cut the eggs in half and gently fold in. 
Going to go blanch another cup of peas to add to my salad! 

Saturday, July 2, 2011

What I miss #7: Italy Revisited in New York City.

 After my cheese interview, I was craving some and had heard about this Italian food store that was in the area. As Di Palo's came into my view from across the street, I was really excited and even more excited when I stepped in and it was like being back in Italy. The store was filled with a great selection of high quality extra virgin olive oils, real balsamic vinegar, pastas and grains, jarred vegetables and sauces, counters and displays of various cheeses and antipasta dishes, and of course, huge cured meats hanging from the wall. 

 The signs indicated where the meats and cheeses were from in Italy, but the culatello one did not. So, I waited in line until I was able to get assisted by the guy who looked like he was in charge. "Where is the culatello from?" He explained to me that it was their own culatello because they are not allowed to import it from Italy yet due to US regulations. He asked me how I knew it and I explained about UNISG and said that a group from UNISG was just in last week and they were shown how they make their own mozzarella. I was like, wait, I know the tutor who was with them - Sandro! He graduated with me. So he knew all about slow food and UNISG because his brother also graduated from there. He brought me behind the counter to show me the window where they were making the mozzarella - THEY WERE MAKING CHEESE! He kept cracking jokes that I didn't catch on to fast enough (showing two different mortadellas he called male and female. He points to one with pistachios and he goes "you know why this is the male one right?" < insert my confused face, trying desperately not to seem like I didn't know anything after spending a year in Italy > "because this one has nuts." < delayed laugh > It was so fun, I felt like I was on my own stage.
 I asked him how he picked what he carries in his store because it all looked like pretty high-quality producers and he said that his brother and his son go to Italy a couple times a year and selects what they want and also have a Italian-only wine store next door and they know most of the producers - what a cool job! Even though the store was pretty busy, he took the time to talk with me - incredibly knowledgeable about the products and extremely proud of his family and their store. After he showed me a picture of his grandparents and the video of old photographs from the store and of his family, I left with my goodies absolutely delighted with what a great place, just like being back in Italy. I didn't think I'd ever make it out of Little Italy. He even said "ciao" as I left. I can't wait to go back. 
 All sorts of pasta in Little Italy. 
ciao ciao bene!

Come and visit Di Palo's Fine Foods, in the heart of Little Italy, 200 Grand Street in New York City.

M-Sat 9:00 AM- 6:30 PM

Sun 9:00 AM- 4:00 PM

Saturday, March 26, 2011

St Paddy's Day in Ireland.

I wanted to go to Dublin for St Patrick's day since I was actually in Ireland and thought the festivities would live up to all expectations of what it was like to be Irish, or at least in Ireland on March 17th. However, John and Sheelagh's trip was coming soon to an end and I wanted to spend the rest of the time with them. Plus, mum was raving about the Dunfanaghy parade. The day of course, began with an obligatory full Irish breakfast - always so stuffingly delicious. 
Sauteed button mushrooms, roasted tomatoes, potato cakes, Irish sausages, Irish bacon and black and white puddings. Wheaten bread, soda bread, and potato bread on the side with a poached egg. And a big cuppa tea. 
a plate for one. 

The town showed a good turn out for the parade, despite scattering showers. It was amusing, at least, and over before you knew it. There's only one road through town so you can't really miss it, but...yeah. 
 decked out and ready for some action.
 the Lord Mayor of Dunfanaghy! Yes, he is the Lord Mayor. 
 Indians in Ireland?
 mini ponies in the town square.
 Festive.
 Youth band.
 unpronounceable. 
then the antique cars. and the tractors. 


Friday, March 25, 2011

First Meal in Ireland.

So after living, eating and drinking my way through Italy for the last year, what did I have as my first meal in Ireland? Rose Petal Risotta, brought from Italy
 as well as some 24 and 30 month old Parmigiano Reggiano from the farm in Colorno as well as some slices of Culatello di Zibello from Al Vedel.

Still not sick of it. 

Monday, March 7, 2011

Mum Comes to Italy: Modena (aka Osteria Francescana)

Massimo explained to us how UNISG appreciates food and likes to teach us whereas if he taught at ALMA, he would take their money from teaching the class, but they wouldn't get anything out of it. Teaching and living should be two-sided, giving and taking - learning together. 

By the time we arrived in Modena, everything was closed for lunch. We wandered and wandered until we headed back to the main piazza. I don't know if it was because it was Monday and everything was closed, but I didn't like Modena as much as the other cities of Emilia Romagna. It is much smaller and definitely does not cater to as many visitors as Verona or Bologna. The main reason we went there, ok the only reason we went there, was to have dinner at Osteria Francescana - rated #6 in the world and #1 in Italy - my UNISG graduation gift. Chef Mossimo Bottura came to teach us one afternoon and inspired many of us with not only his food, but his philosophy towards cooking and life.
After ringing the doorbell to enter, we stood in the front room until we were brought to our table. Each of our coats were taken and the two girls stood there with them, in silence, until we sat down. Awkward. Massimo came out and talked to every tables and would come to explain what each of the dishes were. Servers would bring the dishes to the tables out together, so that everyone was served at the same time. Glasses of water were never empty, never even half full, as they were constantly refilled as though the servers couldn't walk by without pouring some water. The wine list was incredibly heavy, with mostly Italian wines but ranging in an enormous stretch of prices. 
11,500 euros for a bottle of wine. no big deal. happy graduation.  jk.
Mum had the traditional tasting menu and I had the classic. I thought everything was perfect. It was a lot of food although I wasn't completely stuffed by the end of it. It was very meat heavy though and would have been nice to have another vegetable dish in between, but that's not very typical Italian. Everything was "typical" but reinvented very creatively. 
Massimo's take on spuma di mortadella - served with fluffy, salty focaccia, pistachio and I think mayo?
top 10 dishes that changed cuisine: foie gras popsicle covered in hazelnuts and almonds with aged balsamic in the middle
my non-nut foie gras served with aged balsamic, freshly ground black pepper, course salt and greens
my leeks with black truffles - can actually smell the truffles when they were placed on the table. and they tasted like truffles. take that ristorante diana. and your armpit.
my parmigiano reggiano 5 ways.
mum's tortellini en brodo
my "soup" - Massimo's take on pasta e fagioli - foie gras, rosemary foam, parmigiano crisp that tastes like the "pasta"....amazing. maybe my favourite. 
mum's bolognese
my ravioli - Massimo's take on cotecchino e lentiche - typical italian dish served on New Years Eve, but now in pasta. 
mum's short ribs served with truffled jerusalem artichoke and creamy potato
my bollito misto...non bollito - head, tongue, cheek, belly, tail, and cotechino. 
"orange salad" shot with Massimo in the background
vanilla ice cream with warm cherry sauce.
chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream and a fruity film. 
another dessert tray. profiteroles, fruity gel, chocolate truffles, cream cake, and chocolate with pop rocks!
Delicious and perfect. We even got a book of the restaurants in "Les Grandes Tables du Monde."I think this was once in a lifetime though. I loved it.