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January 11, 2009

News and Polenta

Filed under: Breakfast — Tags: , — emiglia @ 4:34 pm

For the past six months, I have had the pleasure of contributing one post a week to Accidental Hedonist. This blog is much better known than my ickle baby blog, and so once a week, I got to post my writing somewhere where I felt that someone (aside from my family) was reading. It was lovely.

All good things must come to an end, and last week was my last post on the blog. I’m sad to see it go, but I’m very excited to announce that I will now be posting a weekly post over at Carrie and Danielle. Carrie and Danielle is a publication for women, and while not all posts are on food (not even all my posts are on food), I still think that this blog will be very interesting for any of you out there who have been reading this site for any amount of time.

Please feel free to stop by Carrie and Danielle to see what I’m doing (and to get a recipe for this incredible polenta). I hope to see you over there!

January 5, 2009

Sweet Potatoes with Gouda

Filed under: Side Dishes, Vegetarian Main Dishes, cheese — Tags: , — emiglia @ 1:53 pm

Sweet potatoes are one of my favorite foods, but over in France, they’re just not that popular.

Whenever I go to buy them, the greengrocer sort of laughs at me. When I bought eight for Thanksgiving, I caused a stir:

Greengrocer: “Ohh! It’s your holiday?”

Me: “Yes.”

Greengrocer: “Hey! It’s their holiday!”

Weird Teenage Assistant: “Whose holiday?”

Greengrocer: “The Americans! They’re having a holiday. Look at all the sweet potatoes!”

To which the weird teenage assistant replied a string of French sounds that mean incredulity but don’t actually form words. I’m used to it. I had to smile and accept the fact that the two of them were going to pretend to invite themselves to my party, just like all French men seem to do. I used to find it uncomfortable, but now I think it’s hilarious.

The point of this long-winded speech is that French people, in general, don’t eat sweet potatoes.

David, a fellow American ex-pat in Paris, was just talking about the same thing. The funny thing that both David and I have figured out is that as long as you trick people into not knowing what they’re eating, they eventually come around to the sweet spud.

When I made sweet potatoes for Thanksgiving (not with marshmallows, but still, with a brown sugar crust), the French people I served seemed to think it was a more appropriate dessert dish, and I have to agree: I’m used to eating sweet potatoes for dinner, but when you actually consider the ingredients in most sweet potato dishes, they sound a lot more like dessert.

This recipe, however, which I developed from this recipe for savory sweet potatoes that I posted awhile back, makes sweet potatoes into something savory. Like carrots or winter squash, they add just the right amount of sweetness.

There isn’t a real recipe for this: I just baked some sweet potatoes until they were tender, fried up some onions with salt, cayenne pepper, garlic and curry powder, and then scattered chunks of sweet potatoes topped with this mixture and some gouda cheese in a baking pan. Bake until the whole thing is bubbly and melty, and you have a sweet potato dish that even a French person could enjoy.

Note: I thought of this after, but I bet this would be good with a little bit of crumbled bacon and scallions, like potato skins back in the States. Just a thought… let me know how it comes out if you decide to try it!

January 3, 2009

What is it about food and memories?

Filed under: Restaurant Reviews, cheese — Tags: — emiglia @ 1:17 pm

When I first came to France, I was fourteen years old. A few nights before I was set to leave, my mother made a reservation at a New York restaurant called Artisanal, famous for their cheese. We had cheese fondue, and I will always associate that restaurant, that fondue, that foodie memory, with the beginning of my adventures in France. In fact, right before I started boarding school, I insisted that we go back: that restaurant would always feel like an embarkation point for me. A place where new things started and old things could be remembered and left behind.

What I didn’t realize was that my little sister does the same thing.

Seven and a half years after that first trip to Artisanal, my sister went going to the same restaurant right before she embarks on the same trip to France. Apparently, it has become the quintessential place to go any time anyone in my family goes abroad… something my brother calls an “Emily-thing.”

I’m not usually terribly impressed with cheese when I come back from France… I usually find them kind of one-dimensional. I have yet to find some great Camembert, but some of the cheeses that they brought back from the restaurant, like the gouda, goat and one hard cheese that I loved but didn’t get the name of, were just as complex and delicious as things I eat in France.

I realize that I’m probably going to recieve some sort of diatribe telling me about great Camembert that can be found in the States, and while that may be true, I’m happy enough to have found another kind of cheese I like in the States. Even if there are great American Camemberts, I may have to leave Camembert in France: it too has memories I associate with it, like baguette sandwiches I eat when walking through the city I now call home, seven years after my first trip to France and my first trip to Artisanal.
Artisanal

2 Park Ave
New York, NY 10016
(212) 725-8585

www.artisanalbistro.com

January 2, 2009

Mulled Wine

Filed under: Becoming a Wine-O — Tags: , — emiglia @ 1:16 pm

I don’t usually write about my other blog, Travelday, on here: I know that travels and food tend to cross a lot, but I try to keep my posts on the two as separate as possible, otherwise I start to feel repetitive. But I need to draw attention to one post over there where I wrote about my first experience trying mulled wine.

So much of a food experience is where you try it. Drinking mulled wine in the freezing cold in Janvry is one experience. Drinking mulled wine in the warmth of my home is another. This recipe for mulled wine had all of the taste and spice of the mulled wine that I tried in Janvry, but it just wasn’t the same drinking it at home.

If you make this wine, try to make it on a day when the air smells like snow. Try to make it on a day where you just can’t get warm, no matter how hard you try. Make it and let it wait for you while you go about your day outside, and when you get home, fresh from the cold, make yourself a fire and a hot cup of this. Maybe then it will taste for you how it did for me on that cold night in Janvry.

Mulled Wine (adapted from Gourmet)

8 whole cloves
4 whole black peppercorns
4 (3- by 1/2-inch) strips fresh lemon zest
4 (4- by 1/2-inch) strips fresh orange zest
1.5 liters dry red wine (two bottles)
1/2 cup kirsch
1 1/2 cups water
3/4 cup sugar
1 (3-inch) cinnamon stick
1 vanilla bean, halved lengthwise< br/> 1 orange, cut into slices

Place all ingredients except orange slices in a large stock pot and heat over low heat for fifteen minutes until infused. Add oranges. Ladle into mugs and serve.

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