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TCHO

Friday, May 29th, 2009

A while back, I was introduced by a boingboing video series (1, 2, 3) to the chocolate manufacturer TCHO. Sometime after watching the video series, my friend Josh showed up to one of our poker nights with a block of TCHO chocolate. That, beta bar that Josh brought was fantastic and TCHO has further perfected their recipes in the interim. Having recently discovered that TCHO has opened a retail store at Pier 17 on the Embarcadero, which is quite close to where I work, I decided to pop over and grab some chocolate on my lunch break. I grabbed a TCHO-A-DAY 60-pack and have thus far tried the “Citrus” and “Chocolatey” flavors, which were excellent. This may well be the best chocolate that I have ever had.

If you would like a little bit of truly wonderful decadence in your life, I highly recommend getting yourself some TCHO chocolate. The engineering, quality and flavor to this chocolate is truly top-grade.

Everything tastes better deep fried

Monday, November 24th, 2008

With two appliances primarily to blame, there’s been a lot of great culinary exploration and experimentation going on in my apartment of late. Firstly, I recently purchased a hand cranked meat grinder and; secondly, Jacob, friend of the apartment, having roommates who would not allow a deep fryer, bought a deep fryer for our apartment. The primary result of the meat grinder has been lots of meat loaf, which is tasty, healthy and endlessly reheatable. The results of the deep fryer have, so far, been: buffalo wings, onion rings and deep fried meat loaf, which are all amazingly delicious and terribly bad for us.

We’re only at the beginning, though, future plans include: duck burgers, Fosters beer battered kangaroo nuggets, rattlesnake burgers, loaves of every meat you can imagine and deep fried pretty much everything.

Vanilla Milkshakes

Monday, August 11th, 2008

I’ve been drinking a lot of vanilla milkshakes recently. So we’re clear, I’m from New England and I’m not talking about frappes. My vanilla milkshake recipe is very simple, very quick to make and very good:

  • glass cold milk
  • couple or few teaspoons sugar
  • tablespoon or so of vanilla extract

Stir ingredients with a spoon. Drink.

One central element of the recipe is that precision is not important; sometimes I completely leave out the sugar. Another thing worth noting is that while real vanilla extract is fairly expensive, artificial vanilla is really cheap, especially if you get it somewhere like CostCo. Do not dismay at using artificial components, vanillin is incredibly easy to synthesize with no loss of flavor. I find it to be an incredibly tasty beverage, in addition to being good for you (it is milk) and easy to make.

Enjoy.

Coffee: Experiments in Constitution

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

This morning, I purchased a cup of coffee, a Café au lait to be specific. What makes buying a cup of coffee noteworthy is that it’s the first cup of coffee that I have purchased, or even consumed for that matter, in about 3 years. I don’t normally drink coffee for reasons that date back to my Junior year of high school.

I found high school exceedingly easy and, as a result, I was almost constantly bored. In spite of the fact that I usually did my homework during other classes so as to avoid doing it at home, I rarely slept sufficiently–a habit that I’ve carried with me since. The not sleeping meant I drank coffee in the mornings, rather a decent amount. The boredom, and who I am, led to experiments of all sorts. Eventually, the logical happened, I combined my coffee with my experimenting. I usually made coffee with our Moka Express–a phenomenal device for making good coffee by the way–so that served as the platform for my experimentation. Mokas produce rather tasty and very potent coffee. My first experiment involved the production of three Mokas worth of coffee, which were then boiled down to the volume of a single mug; the boiling down concentrated the caffeine but absolutely ruined the flavor. Experiment one was a resounding success; I was alert, wired and full of energy all day, though I did crash at the end of the day and become quite exhausted. At the time, I had a bit of a penchant for consuming cake frosting (if only I still had my teenage metabolism) and I suspect the container I ate that day helped maintain blood-sugar levels against the energy draining effects of caffeine. Obviously, my second experiment, which occurred a number of weeks later, involved the same process and four Mokas; again there was cake frosting and it was quite a success, though I did suffer some jitters and stomach discomfort. Worth noting, I estimate a caffeine content of approximately 200mg per Moka, with acute overdose levels starting somewhere around the 300mg range, modulo tolerance; hospitalization can be necessary for as little as 2000mg. Not willing to be deterred, or perhaps just being a complete idiot, later on came experiment three: five Mokas boiled down to one cup. Experiment three was a complete failure, perhaps there was too much caffeine, perhaps it was a lack of cake frosting; whatever the reason, I was done in. I couldn’t focus; my hands shook to a large degree; I was nauseated to the point of vomiting; it took a substantial portion of my willpower to hide my situation from my teachers and peers, eventually making it through the day, collapsing in bed and sleeping for an excessive period of time.

Aside from the negative effects immediately following experiment three, I developed a strong psychosomatic allergy to the flavor of coffee, as indicated by an inability to stomach decaffeinated coffee, coffee ice cream or anything with a hint of coffee flavor while still being able to consume large quantities of caffeinated soda. Every so often, I have tried to consume something coffee related, usually trying for very minimally coffee options, and I have slowly found myself more capable of stomaching them. Most recently, I think that I had a bottled Starbucks frappachino drink thing and was only somewhat nauseated by the experience.

Today, however, I would say that I have only been minimally nauseated; to such a minimal extent, I would say, that I may see about bringing coffee back into my life. My psychosomatic coffee intolerance is a weakness of constitution that I would really like to kick. Further testing is clearly necessary but I am cautiously optimistic.

Neopolitan Cake

Tuesday, April 8th, 2008

I did make a three-layered (vanilla/strawberry/chocolate) cake but that’s not really what I want to talk about; I’m only referencing it in the title and beginning of this post to spite Hippo, who condescendingly suggested I blog about my cake. I’d far rather talk about the party I threw Sunday in honor of my recent birthday.

I can say, without reservation, that this was one of the best birthday parties that I can remember and it was all thanks to the people. The turn out was spectacular, including college friends, high school friends I haven’t seen in years, co-worker friends and friends-of-friends (some of whom I had not previously met). The party was set to kick off at 3pm, with snacks, beers and eventual barbecuing but people didn’t start showing up until nearly 4pm. For a short while, the turnout seemed like it might be a bit low but then we must have hit the fashionably late turning point and it turned into quite the social gathering, peaking at around 20-25 people. People were still showing up well into the evening and it didn’t start to dwindle much until about 10pm or 11pm. I can’t quite say that it went off without a hitch as there were certainly some issues but everything went well in the end.

It was a great party, everything that I had hoped, and my thanks go out to everyone who showed up.

Numerology and Synchronicity in Restaurant Stubs

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

When I see a number or sequence, I have a tendency to deconstruct it into other numbers or sequences; I do this with license plates, addresses, receipt stubs and all other manner of things. It is receipt stubs, specifically from restaurants that I’d like to take as my discussion nucleus today. Yesterday, for the first time, I got a steak and cheese from Theo’s Cheesesteak at the Rincon Center nearby and I happened to be order number 64. Upon seeing 64, I internally deconstructed it to 2^6 and spent the subsequent few moments thinking generally about powers of two. Today, having enjoyed yesterday’s cheesesteak, I decided to get another and went, again, to Theo’s where I, once again, happened to be order number 64. Performing the same deconstruction to 2^6 immediately reminded me that I had been given 64 yesterday, allowing me to note that I had received the same number from the same restaurant, two days in a row. Coincidence: yes; synchronicity: I found it meaningful, so yes; evidence for numerology: oh come on, no.

This particular synchronicity got me thinking philosophically about the nature of significance and how we attach meaning to things. We humans are pattern finders, we do it very well and we tend to do it unconsciously. Patterns simplify the world and allow us to abstract things into easier pieces. Since we use patterns to better understand tho world, we tend to do our best to fit things into patterns, even if it’s merely a coincidental pattern, which is fine because patterns do arise spontaneously. People, in my experience, tend to conflate the existence of a pattern with the presence of meaning. In the case of numbers, I believe that the relative ease of constructing arbitrary patterns often leads people to attach meaning to things that are random in nature. I know that I’m guilty of attaching meaning where it isn’t due but, at least, I tend to be conscious of and complicit in my misattributions.

The question now is whether or not I should get a cheesesteak tomorrow, for pseudoscience and all.

Like a block of sex

Thursday, June 28th, 2007

Rogue Smokey Blue cheese is like a block of sex. I recently found myself in the cheese section of one of our fancier local grocersand found myself buying cheese, as often happens to me in such situations. One of the cheeses that I bought was Rogue Smokey Blue, which I chose because I wanted a blue cheese and there was a sign claiming that this particular one had won some award. Upon returning to my place of residence and trying the various cheeses that I had obtained, I discovered that I had chosen a real gem. So, if you’re looking for a good blue cheese, I highly recommend the Rogue Smokey Blue.

Ambrosia between two slices of bread

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

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Coming home after an evening of light revelry, I found myself a might bit peckish. Finding myself in such a situation and feeling it best to resolve matters before I set sail for the shadowy realm known to us as sleep, I set about making myself a sandwich. Having availed myself of the bounty to be found at the most local supermarket earlier in this day, I found a number of wondrous substances at the ready. Beginning with two slices of German Dark Wheat bread, I set myself upon the first ingredient that caught my attention: chunky peanut butter. The peanut butter added to the mix, I found myself at a grand impasse: Nutella or raspberry preserves. Upon realizing that the joy of peanut butter and jam had crossed my pallet more recently than the exquisiteness of peanut butter and Nutella, I selected Nuitella to grace the slice of bread opposite my chunky peanut butter. Moments before I brought the Nutella coated bread and the chunky peanut butter coated bread together, a fantastic idea struck me.Coming to me in a flash was the notion that I could pour a bit of honey down upon the bread before sealing the sandwich. This stroke of inspired genius led to the construction of my first chunky peanut butter, Nutella and honey on dark wheat sandwich ever. As sandwiches go, this one has few parallels or competitors.

Truly, I must have a muse hanging over my shoulders. Only a muse of truly divine merit could inspire me to devise such an ambrosial delight.

A Not So Pale Lager and A Hefty Tripel

Thursday, April 5th, 2007

It’s time for a beer update. Before I go anywhere, I should like to note that I am a beer brewer and not a beer judge so my descriptive terminology may not be official or even accurate. Now, let’s talk about victory; victory and beer.

I cracked open the first bottle of my, supposed to be pale, lager last Saturday to mixed feelings of joy and disappointment. Upon pouring the beer from bottle to glass, it was immediately obvious that my attempt at making a pale lager did not come out very pale. My goal was to produce a very pale lager of 2-4SRM but the result is far closer to 8-12SRM. Accepting that the color might be off but it might still taste like a Pale Lager, I moved on to tasting. Upon tasting the lager, it was clear that I had not accomplished the crisp, clear pale lager style but managed a heavier, hoppier style of lager. Although the beer is in no way pale, it is nonetheless very good; it is an acceptable mistake. I believe that my mistake probably arose from two problems: my malts were too dark and my lagering was not cold enough. I like the beer and I figure it makes for a valiant first attempt at a lager but I will be trying again to see if I can manage a pale lager at some point in the future.

On Tuesday, as a birthday present for myself, I finally tapped my tripel ale keg. Filling a glass, I was greeted with nothing less than a complete fulfillment of my hopes and aspirations. The beer is clear of any haze and has a very nice amber color, give or take, about 15SRM. There is a very pleasant aroma, somewhat fruity and almost candy-like. Upon tasting, I knew that I had met and exceeded my expectations; the flavor is that of a Belgian white beer, smooth, fruity and with a low bitterness, but has the strong malt overtones of a barleywine or conventional tripel ale. The malty character is more subdued and less over powering than that of most barleywines or tripels I have encountered, which suits my preferences. The beer’s alcohol content of about 9-12% is very well masked by the flavors of the beer and puts it slightly out of the standard range of a tripel ale, into that of barleywines and quadrupel ales. This beer is, in my opinion, a phenomenal sipping beer, with a heck of a kick to it; it’s easily one of the best tripel or quadrupel style ales I’ve ever had. I will definitely be keeping this recipe and hopefully I’ll have ample opportunity to use it again in the future.

The Accidental Vintner

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

For those of you that I haven’t told, a while back, I took up brewing beer, wine and the like as hobbies. So far, I’ve had a pretty fantastic run of things with only a small handful of failures, none of which were terribly unexpected.

My first brewing was sometime last September or October. With the help of my friend Paul, I brewed an Irish Red style Ale. Being our first brewing experience, we used a pre-prepared kit. Earlier on the day we brewed, however, I had gone apple picking with some other housemates so we decided to modify the recipe by tossing a few apples into the wort. The result we obtained after 2 or 3 weeks fermenting and 2 weeks aging/carbonating was really quite good. We had created a nice, smooth Irish Red style Ale, with a mild but notable taste of apple. While we made our way through the first 24 bottles, which had been refrigerated after 2 weeks aging, the remaining 24 had been left in the basement continuing to age. After finishing the first 24 we moved on to the second to discover that they were even smoother but had lost a little of the apple character.

Having succeeded at brewing a tasty beer, I decided to try my hand at various other fermentations so I picked up a number of dry yeast packets at my local brewing store and set at it. I made up three 1 gallon solutions with equal quantities of fermentable sugar: one with cane sugar, one with molasses and one with maple syrup. These were each given a number of weeks to ferment. After fermentation, I gave them each a try and discovered that the molasses “wine”, although alcoholic, was totally undrinkable; the sugar “wine” was alcoholic but completely bland (a good result for less than a dollar in raw materials); the maple “wine” was actually rather tasty but not tasty enough for its cost.

After the experimental “wines”, I decided to give proper wine a shot (by proper I mean grape flavored, not high quality). I proceeded to make up two large buckets full of wine from Welch’s grape juice and sugar (as an adjunct, if you will). the buckets were allowed to ferment for a number of weeks. The wines’ fermentation cycles coincided very nicely with the scheduling of a Mardi Gras party my house was throwing. Myself having 8 gallons of really cheap, but not all that bad, wine and throwing a party made for an obvious combination. I set aside 2 gallons of the wine as my “Special Reserve” and used the remainder to produce sangria for the party. The sangria went over very well, tasting so good that it prompted a number of individuals to question whether or not it was alcoholic. Tasting of the wine prior to sangria production and latter consumption of my “Special Reserve” confirmed that the wine was plenty alcoholic. Consumption of the “Special Reserve” also proved quite tasty on a latter date.

My next attempt, which was started whilst the Welch’s wines were fermenting was also my greatest failure, a sake. I didn’t feel like dealing with koji-kin (it’d take a while to explain, so you can look it up independently) so I decided to go with the old-fashioned way and masticated a whole lot of rice. It was a bit of a gross thing to masticate my way through two gallons of rice but it was an interesting exercise. After adding yeast and waiting a number of weeks, the concoction was a terribly smelling, undrinkable mess. In retrospect, I probably should have pasteurized it before adding the yeast.

Prior to starting the wines, I started my second and third batches of beer. The second was the result discovering that I could disassemble empty beer kegs and fill them with my own beer. That discovered, I set about designing a cross between a Hefeweizen and a Belgian Tripel Ale (two of my favorite beer styles). The Belgian Tripel Weizen designed, I enlisted Paul’s aid once more and we set about brewing 18 gallons of beer. The beer was allowed to ferment for two weeks and then the specific gravity was checked. The gravity had not decreased sufficiently so another week was waited, then another and then finally 15.5 gallons of the beer were moved into the keg (Tripel Ales take a long time to ferment due to high sugar content ). It was about two or three weeks ago that the ale was kegged and I am waiting until April 3rd to tap it; I’m giving it plenty of time to condition and this way I can make it a birthday present to myself. All preliminary tests seem to indicate that it will taste fantastic and I am waiting with bated breath.

My third beer attempt started shortly after my second. I figured that the cold Minnesota winter would likely make some place in my house cold enough for lagering. The decision of what sort of a lager didn’t take too long; I went with the classic, albeit a little boring, Pale Lager style. Wanting to take the purists approach, I decided to base mine on the original Pale Lager style beer, Pilsner Urquell. This beer has finished its fermentation and just recently finished (as far as I’m concerned) its lagering and was bottled. Preliminary testing suggests that it’ll turn out well enough, time now to wait for carbonation.

These, of course, have been all of my intentional brewing adventures. Now, don’t get me wrong, I very much enjoy my intentional brewing and have been meaning to mention it here for a while, but this post was inspired by a recent bit of accidental brewing. As a result of preparing and drinking some leftover frozen juice concentrate as plain juice. More specifically, I’ve been drinking lots of white grape juice and variants thereon. A few days ago, I made up a pitcher full of white grape-pear juice and brought it up to my room. I was drinking the juice slowly and then a few days ago it started to taste a little off. The taste wasn’t off enough for me to think anything was amiss but then, two days ago, I noticed some funny spindly things that looked like mold in it. I decided to throw out the spoiled juice but it was late and I was tired so I put off doing so until the next day. Yesterday, the next day, I forgot about the juice for a while, remembering only at a time when I didn’t feel like doing anything about it. By yesterday, the spindly things had settled into a beige mass at the bottom of the juice that looked an awful lot like what grows in intentionally fermented beverages. Putting the matter off again, I went to sleep. Today, when I went to check on my pitcher of juice, I noticed that it was bubbly and smelled of alcohol. Without adding yeast, in fact by doing nothing more than leaving a pitcher of juice in my room, I had created wine. This interests and amuses me greatly because it was quite likely the way in which alcohol was originally invented.

Coconuts

Sunday, February 25th, 2007

For the longest time, I really did not like coconut; mostly I couldn’t stand the shredded coconut that they put on candy bars, cakes and the like. Then, just recently, I happened to be watching Man vs. Wild, which is a fantastic show, and Bear Grylls was harking on about the awesomeness of coconuts, having harvested one for food and water. Having Bear Grylls speak so positively of coconuts caused me to desire one greatly and, in spite of my previous dislike thereof, I went to Rainbow–my local grocer–and bought a coconut for myself.

Much like lobsters, another thing that I used to hate but have come to love, coconuts have a hard shell that is fantastically fun to crack open. As with lobster, I have always like cracking coconuts open and have recently come to a changed taste opinion. I now find coconuts to be mighty tasty. On top of their mighty tastiness, coconuts are really quite good for you, serving as a great source of vitamins, minerals and fiber. To throw an interesting fact into the fray, coconut water is an isotonic liquid that can be used as an intravenous fluid. Basically, coconuts are awesome and I was a fool for not believing as such earlier.

Sunset on Neptune

Saturday, January 21st, 2006

I’ve invented a new cocktail, which I’ve decided to call the Sunset on Neptune because it’s blue, red and pretty. The drink looks different depending on what direction you look at it from and your lighting conditions, ranging from light blue, to deep violet, to dark red. In addition to its fantastic aesthetic qualities, the Sunset on Neptune is a very tasty and fairly alcoholic orange/grenadine flavored beverage. The ingredients are as follows and there are a few different ways to make it: (all quantities are approximate and should be varied to personal tastes)

  • 1 part Vodka
  • 1 part Blue Curacao
  • 2 parts orange juice soda (Polar Orange Dry, Orangina, or the like; not orange soda)
  • 1/2 part Grenadine

Take a glass full of ice (preferably large cubes) and pour in the vodka. Add the orange juice soda and stir. Add the Blue Curacao to the mixture; now if you stir, the mixture will be blue, but it you don’t there will be a thin green/orange layer on top with a slightly different flavor. Now, slowly pour the Grenadine into the mixture; if you stir now, the drink will be purple but, if you don’t stir, you will have a red layer at the bottom and a blue layer on top. If you decide not to stir the Curacao or Grenadine layers, you’ll get a really neat red/violet/blue/green/orange/etc. thing going with a nice flavor gradient as well. Overall, I’m fantastically pleased with the concoction and would love to hear feedback from other people.

Also, I’m going to go out on a limb and speculate that the same thing can be done with orange juice instead of orange juice soda and I’m going to go ahead and coin that Neptune’s Screwdriver.

Oh, and if you’ve got a better name, I’m not married to Sunset on Neptune.

I am Hansel and Gretel…

Thursday, December 29th, 2005

…and McDonald’s is the witch trying to fatten me up so she can eat me. I mean, come on, $1 for one apple pie and $1 dollar for two apple pies; I didn’t want two but I’ll be damned if I’m going to pass on a free apple pie. I probably would have been fine with paying 75¢ for one; McDonald’s, unless your plan is to make less money, your economics are wrong.

The Super Secret Value Meal

Friday, December 16th, 2005

Super Secret Value Meal McDonald’s would like to have you believe that Value Meals are what you want and that they’re cheaper than other options but they’re pushing forward half-truths; Value Meals are what you want (or at least what I want when I’m not going for the sole purpose of buying fries) but they are not cheaper than the alternatives. The key to getting a good value at McDonald’s is realizing that the sandwiches in Value Meals are really expensive (>$3) and that double cheeseburgers are on the dollar menu; in case you want a little wtf, a normal cheeseburger is more expensive at $1.09. The price of a regular sized Quarter Pounder Value Meal is $5.09 pre-tax and the price of a double cheeseburger, large fries and large coke is $4.38 pre-tax, so where’s your value now, Value Meal? Yeah, that’s right Value Meal, you got nothing, punk.

This however is not the end of the story, we haven’t gotten to the Super Secret Value Meal yet. Ok, so about how I was just saying that Value Meals aren’t a value, it’s not entirely true because there’s an exception. The exception is what I’ve decided to call the Super Secret Value Meal, which is a bit of a misnomer because it’s not so much super secret as just kinda secret, but Super Secret Value Meal sounds a lot cooler than Kinda Secret Value Meal. I discovered the Super Secret Value Meal when I looked at my receipt and noticed a funny line that said VALUE MEAL SAVINGS -0.49; you save money when you buy a sandwich, fries and drink combo, even if it’s not listed as a value meal. George: 1, McDonald’s: >1,000,000,000 served.

Caffeine my old friend, how’ve you been?

Wednesday, December 14th, 2005

I decided to bring my tea pot and some of my tea to work today and the result was, of course, that I drank a bunch of tea today (three pots). The first two pots I brewed were of Russian Caravan, which is a very good, dark, high caffeine tea. Now, I’ve been living an almost caffeine-free life for the past few months and so my system reacted rather strongly to two pots of strong tea, leaving me rather on the wired side by noon; my reaction was a little stronger than I would like, but it’s not unpleasant and in the past it’s been fantastic in improving my performance in a given day. I guess, in short, I’ve rediscovered caffeine and oh man, is it great.

Lobster

Monday, August 15th, 2005

It turns out that I no longer dislike lobster. In fact, I have moved on to rather enjoying the taste of the little buggers.

Bacon Ice Cream: Oh God Yes!

Tuesday, August 9th, 2005

Someone’s gone and invented Bacon Ice Cream. Details over at the apostropher. Sweet lord, bacon ice cream!