Toast Poast Number .77-.88 lbs

Inner toast! *

Oh, the delicacies that pour from my cerebral fountain! From the inner core out, full force, whooshing. Whistling hot.


And from Marianne Williamson’s cerebral fountain? Not delicacies. Meat and potatoes!

*Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Marianne Williamson

Set your inner toaster to HOT and spread the butter with a heavy hand.

The World is Round

Global Show and Tell
One of my plum projects of 2010, A World of Flavor, kept me up to my elbows in lamb chops, loins, legs and shanks for a week last summer. Renee Comet‘s photos for the book are gorgeous and I was proud to be a part of the process.

This week I will be working with Australian lamb again, just a couple shots, not a book.  I’m always bedazzled by the way Australian recipes blend European, Southeast Asian, American and you-name-the-locale ingredients in ways that seem uniquely Australian. Fresh, bright flavors over foundations of flavor layering.

Cooking and styling last summer for A World of Flavor made food look new to me again, similar to the days when I was a bright, young thing honing my chops on the line at Le Pavillon, Restaurant Nora and The Tabard Inn. Everything was new, cooking was exciting, I did it with relish at work and home.

These days I still get excited about food and cooking, but not as readily. I feed off the energy of other cooks and, as the stylist, am often the only cook in the room. Not so with the Australian lamb people. Now they can cook. In circles.

And circling the globe, too.

Shewarnedme There Would Be No Bread for Shewarma

My friend  Renee went to Israel with her husband, to visit their son.

I asked for pictures of shewarma.

She said, “Is it a sandwich without the bread? I know I promised you some sandwich photos but it is Passover.

And I said, “Yes. It is a promise sandwich.”


“I uploaded some sharwarma photos in your drop box sans the bread.”
Now she’s thinking in  French in Israel. That poor girl is so confused. 


“For me it is all about the sides, which I know you would love – salty and tart!”


Yes, I most certainly would. She knows what I like.


“We stopped at this place on our way to Bet She’an. Dov (Renee’s 18-year-old son) thinks you really need the bread.”

Dov is the very same boy who once complained that his bag lunch did not “have an entrée” when his mother failed to include a sandwich. I hear you, Dov! Speaking from this perspective –  the mothering POV – a lunch of all sides does not look bad. I do that myself, pack the boy a plethora of snacks and sides, hoping he won’t notice that the lunch plate has no center. 

And, is bread mandatory? When you are eighteen, or eight, or any age around which the universe revolves, black is black and white is white. A sandwich has bread. Period. I hear you. But I don’t alway comply. Sometimes I slip in a bit of the grey area, a lunch with no entree or, getting really crazy, ask him to make his own lunch. Bit by bit, step by step, bite by bite, shepherding those boys along the road to adulthood, where black is rarely black and white is rarely white, but a promise is always a promise.

Reado Reado Reado, Honey


The back story is this.

Okay, okay, you didn’t click on the link, or you did click, but you didn’t read the back story. Looking for the gist, the crux, the cut to the chase. Okay, I’ll give it to you. Big Ed’s Alley Inn is THE place to go in Reno for a meatloaf sandwich. I got that from the first and foremost authority, Paula.

The lowdown from a girl that pours herself into life and knows when to say “When”:

Important sandwich lessons from the City that Reads (yes, that is one of Reno’s, or perhaps Reado’s slogans).

The later in the day that you go to Big Ed’s the thicker the slice of meatloaf.

We got there about 1:15 pm and we got 1-inch thick slabs of meatloaf in our sandwiches (way more than usual).  Of course, there is always the chance that you get there after they ran out of meatloaf (which has happened before).  You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em.

Paula

A Slice of Cake as Big as Your Head

 Photo of my lunch from last fall. Photo taken last fall, when the lunch was fresh. Never did get to writing the post and now Rebecca Krafft has stepped up to guest blog. Thanks much, Rebecca!

Soul Food in Green Valley

Miss Margaret’s off-the-beaten path bbq joint is very easy to miss — or maybe a little hard to find. But it is a real find. Miss Margaret is a delightfully down-to-earth chef who has a half dozen home-style entrees and lots of sides and desserts (think huge layer cakes). I found it as a result of this item on ArlNow.com, and it turns out it had been profiled on a county video which you can access at the link above.

I went there a couple of weeks ago when I was clean out of ideas for dinner, and picked up ribs and pulled pork bbq. Delish, and there are other kinds of food as well — Jamaican chicken and curry too. I’ve only been there once so far.

Miss Margaret is so sweet — maybe about 35. So young, energetic and friendly. Pieces of cake as big as your head.

To get there, head south on Shirlington Road through Nauck. Cross 24th/Kenmore Street (Green Valley pharmacy on the corner), pass 25th street on the right, then look for a driveway on the right that goes straight up a hill. It’s on top of the hill next to a barbershop. There’s parking and the driveway continues back down the hill to exit. If you pass the billiards place you’ve missed it.

Here’s the ArlNow article. I encourage you to check it out.

It’s easy to miss the unpretentious storefront of Margaret’s Soul Food and Catering Services, located at 2534 S. Shirlington Road in Arlington’s Green Valley (Nauck) neighborhood. But the down-home cooking inside the barred windows of the one-story brick building is worth the 10 minute walk from Shirlington.

The county-run Arlington Virginia Network recently visited Margaret’s and found a treasure trove of soulful cooking, including jerk chicken, BBQ ribs, pulled pork, Italian sausage, collard greens and potato salad — all made according to proprietor Margaret Gardner’s family recipes.

In the video, Gardner’s demeanor appears to be even sweeter than the tea she serves. “In this business, honey, if you don’t crack a smile you won’t make a dime,” she told host Katie Greenan.

In addition to serving take-out customers (menu), Margaret’s caters events and is a regular vendor at the Arlington County Fair.

Cracking Out of the Shell


My friend Reuben asks, “Want to have coffee?”
I say, “Sure. And a sandwich?”
“Yes, of course. I was using coffee as an umbrella term.”
“I was using sandwiches as an umbrella term.”


April. Easter. Both my umbrellas popped open for their last laugh. Busted, both of them, like bird wings. One last little flap.  It’s a wet world in the spring, when we think about the hatching of new plans, and the power of sunlight, and…what color was my egg? And where was that nest again?

Where am I from? From Appleton. Cracked out of my egg in Appleton. Just after the winter solstice. My egg was covered in fresh snow.


Reuben has been thinking about his nest of origin, too, apparently.

Thinking about National Poetry Month-How I Got Here-Etc.
Reuben Jackson on Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Blame my 10th grade homeroom teacher.

She spiked my imagination until

weekends formerly reserved

for bruising sandlot games

were spent with Baraka,

Sandburg and the like

(I read their prayers aloud

when the fog horn in my Father’s nose

was turned up to 10)

Poor imitations soon followed

Think of every awkward

guitar  hand

you have ever heard

fumbling with the buttons

on music’s blouse

A “literary” corn beef on white-

with lettuce-

A poetic junker.

I can still hear  my Father’s worried eyes.

“How is that boy going to earn a living”?

“He ain’t living here forever”.

But Sandberg took me West

last October.

I was already gone.

RJ

4/11

Egg salad is one of my favorite sandwich fillings, something for which I pant. My mother made it often, cutting the eggs into sharp-edged rectangles with an egg slicer, turning the eggs 90 degrees in a criss-cross cut. When I do it, the eggs are crushed up into uneven chunks with a wire pastry cutter. A little minced white onion, a bit of minced dill pickle, mayo, salt and pepper. Plenty. That’s my white canvas, to which dill, or capers, or any number of other embellishments can be added with happy results.

Adding extra yolks to egg salad has never occurred to me. The New York Times opened my eyes to that with a story about egg salad that included Eli Zabar’s egg salad recipe. Extra yolks! My son’s worst nightmare, a dream for me.

Mr. Zabar, the owner of E.A.T., Eli’s and the Vinegar Factory, likes the natural ratio of white to yolk in a poached egg, for example. But over all he is a yolk advocate, especially when it comes to egg salad sandwiches.

In 1975, he invented what he calls the platonic ideal of an egg salad sandwich. He did it by eliminating half the egg whites. During this period he was into simplicity, he said, and he wanted to get to the essential “egginess” of egg salad. 

Read more here: Debate in an Eggshell: Yolks vs. Whites

Egg Salad Sandwiches

Adapted from E.A.T.

8 large eggs

1/3 cup mayonnaise

Salt and pepper

1 tablespoon chopped fresh dill

4 slices bread.

 1. Put the eggs in a medium pan and cover them with cold water. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to medium-low, and simmer 10 minutes. Place pan in the sink under cold running water until the eggs are cool.

2. Peel the eggs. Remove the yolks from 4 of them (save the whites for another use). Chop the 4 yolks with the 4 remaining whole eggs.

3. In a medium bowl, gently and quickly mix the chopped eggs, mayonnaise, and salt and pepper to taste. Add the dill, mix the egg salad once more, and make into sandwiches.

Yield: 2 sandwiches.

Eggs and origins are coloring my friend Miriam’s cooking this time of year, too. She has a breadless sandwich in mind, open-faced, egg salad piled on matzoh. So good to be reminded of the abundance in our kitchens by passing over the daily cornerstone of bread.

An Egg Salad for All Occasions

Thursday, April 14, 2011
By Miriam Rubin

“Miriam’s Kitchen” by Elizabeth Ehrlich

The memoir “Miriam’s Kitchen” is not about me. It’s not about my kitchen. But the author, Elizabeth Ehrlich, is my friend and we grew up together.

“Miriam’s Kitchen” is a beautifully written account of Elizabeth’s awakening spirituality and Judaism, and her acceptance of the Jewish dietary laws. It’s about her parents and grandparents, and about her in-laws, Holocaust survivors from Poland who moved to Israel, then the States. Elizabeth relates this moving memoir, published by Penguin in 1997, within the structure of a year in the Jewish calendar, as she learns recipes and history from her mother-in-law, Miriam.

As Elizabeth gleans the secrets to Miriam’s delicious food, she strengthens her ties to the past and to Jewish traditions, and creates a kosher life for herself and her family.

Read more here An Egg Salad for All Occasions

Miriam’s Egg Salad

  • 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 1/2 large sweet white onion, chopped (about 1 1/4 cups)
  • 10-ounce package cremini or baby portobello mushrooms, coarsely chopped
  • Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
  • 6 eggs, hard-cooked and peeled
  • 1/3 cup mayonnaise
  • 3 tablespoons chopped fresh dill
  • Matzo, for serving

Heat oil in large, heavy skillet over medium heat. Add onion and cook, stirring occasionally, 2 minutes, until nearly tender. Add mushrooms and cook, stirring often, until moisture evaporates and mushrooms and onions are golden, 8 to 10 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. Remove from heat; cool to room temperature.

Place eggs in medium bowl and chop with curved-bladed knife, or put on cutting board and coarsely chop. Add mushroom mixture and mayonnaise and continue chopping until very fine, or, transfer to food processor and pulse only a few times, until finely chopped, but not pureed. Add dill and salt and pepper to taste. Serve with matzo.

Makes about 3 cups, 6 or more appetizer servings.

— Adapted from “The Good Egg: More than 200 Fresh Approaches from Soup to Dessert” by Marie Simmons (Houghton Mifflin, 2006)

ALL occasions. To commemorate the day you pecked out into a bigger world from the wet world of an egg. To pile on sturdy bread along your continuum. Crack plenty of pepper over it. And to memorialize the long view after your nest has turned to dusty twigs and flown away in the wind.


It’ll Cure What Ails You

Have you had it? Up to here and a half? I had. Some people go to Mexico, some ski, the hardcore head to a spa…

Just as spring was boinging out all over in DC, I headed north, six weeks back in time. Not a ghost of a leaf, the earth still keeping its secrets. Was it just what the doctor ordered? Yes indeed. 

Madison, Wisconsin. I took a few days to eat sandwiches, kvell with mother friends, rock n roll with The Bottle Rockets and James McMurtry, and called it taking the cure. Madison is a narrow isthmus strung between Lakes Mendota and Monona. Healing waters. Straight from the airport to The Victory  How could I not love this joint? No wifi, cell phones, ds’s or other nonsense condoned at the victory.  You know, and are overjoyed for it, that you are not in DC when there is summer sausage on the menu. Not sure the summer sausage knew what to make of the company it was keeping on my plate. Buffalo mozzarella, arugula, flat bread. Where, oh where, were the curds and the Ritz crackers? Tasty though. Not complaining.

Slight fermentation lets summer sausage stay out all summer, and gives it that slight tang that says Go Badgers!  Brilliant.   Just a few sandwich choices and not all available. Aaah, easy on the brain. I’ll have what you’re serving. Thanks much.   House made sodas. That’s what Joanie and I had. Ginger. Part of the treatment. Hallelujah, I was cured!

What Have You Done for Me Lately?


My part of the totem of the economy: build a beautiful sandwich to sell a little something from  Gold Crust Baking Co., or The Palm. Pass the gold from palm to palm and spread the riches. From the bottom of the totem up, and the other way round, too.

I love to build ’em.And I love to knock ’em down.

Photos by Renee Comet

The Elephant in the Room


We meet Brooklynite Cal Elliott and the meatloaf sandwich from his restaurant, Rye, as well as La Superior‘s chef Nacxitl Gaxiola and his pambazo, a roll stuffed with chorizo, potato, salsa and Cotija cheese.
Publishers Weekly

Thank you Pub Weekly for giving me further reason to live. Further reason to live a few days in New York this spring.

I learned from Sara Dickerman, in her story Edible Art, Sandwich recipes in cookbooks chronicle an American obsession (Saveur, April 2011, The Sandwich Issue) that not a whole heck of a lot was written about sandwiches prior to the 19th century. The first published American sandwich recipe appeared in 1837 in Eliza Leslie’s Directions for Cookery. Buttered bread, mustard and thinly sliced ham. Yikes.

Was that book written for people raised by wolves? If wolves had hands, even they most certainly would put bread, butter, mustard and ham together. A plate and napkin might be less instinctive. In my book, the bottom piece of bread doubles as plate, the top doubles as napkin. That might not fly in the big apple.

Kwonwich

The

Avett Brothers’ cellist is a sandwich man.

How I do love a sandwich man.