Another steal from the Bellingham Grocery Outlet… it’s imported. FROM NEW JERSEY! Ooh, la la. Shit, I guess you get what you pay for! (Also, thanks for the helpful tips! Using this cheese on pasta is some pretty revolutionary thinking.)
There’s a few things I really miss when summer’s over… but heirlooms really take the cake.
God, NPR blew my mind twice in the car today. As in, oh, I’m at my destination, but I’m just gonna creep in the parking lot in my car staring intently at the radio while I listen to the end of this story! There were TWO amazing food related stories today, so I thought I’d reblog them here.
Clifton Lyles, Alaska Airlines chef
First, the chef in charge of airline food at Alaskan Airlines talks about trying to create an appealing menu while accommodating the challenges associated with flying (think re-heating, limited packaging, mass appeal, etc). Did you know that when you fly you lose 20-30% of your tasting ability!? That blew my mind! No wonder everything tastes and smells a little duller while in the air! Check out the story here.
Book Larder’s painfully well chosen storefront font
Secondly, the gloriously inspiring feature on Book Larder, the cookbook-exclusive bookstore in Fremont that I immediately fell in love with just from hearing owner Lara Hamilton describe the place while thoughtfully keeping The Eternal Food Muse (Miss Julia Child, obvs!) on the forefront of the story. I love Lara. I love Julia Child. And I’m pretty sure I want to marry Book Larder and I haven’t even met it yet. There’s a demo kitchen inside! They feature food bloggers and authors and cooks and workshops! And they just so happen to be reading Child’s My Life in France right now for their free drop-in book club meeting. Oh, you know, I’VE BEEN READING THAT TOO. While I looked at Book Larder’s website I had a strong desire to make out with my laptop. I wish I was kidding. Check out the story here! A day trip to Fremont with my tip money is in the works, with a little Paseo sandwich thrown in to make that day likely rival the awesomeness of any future wedding / childbirth / lottery winning, etc.
Eastlake Ave, Seattle Washington
I have a hard time believing that this place houses the best sandwiches in town OR a salad bar I won’t contract salmonella from.
Easiest meal that passes as fancy:
Sliced radishes, good butter, & sea salt on a baguette. I felt like a CLASS ACT while eating this in the sunshine.
Oh hi, $5 pork burrito from the taco truck that recently set up a block away from my house! Between the taco truck I eat at after my bar shifts at 2:30 am and this one that makes for an amazing lunch in the sunshine BEFORE my bar shifts, I’m digging my own grave. A delicious, greasy grave.
This is what happens when I’m trying to make artichoke dip and the pop top falls off and the can cannot be opened with a regular can opener. C grabs the crappy paring knife and literally stabs the can to pieces. Problem solved… I guess.