Flavor of the Month: June/July 2017

Monday, July 31, 2017 0 comments
The pendulum has swung. May 2017 had so many meaningful eating/drinking experiences that I had to narrow the list down. June and July had far fewer, to the point that even combining them only gave me a handful. I can't tell if that should be a cause for concern or not. Maybe the lower number gives more emotional weight to the ones that are there, or maybe I'm in a rut and should be seeking out more culinary adventures. In either case, let's get to the special meals that helped enhance the sweltering summer.

  • A pair of double housewarmings in an unexplored corner of the city

  • Ferguson, Missouri is famous for a terrible reason. But when a couple of friends moved there and decided to throw a joint housewarming party with their next door neighbors, I was excited to see not only their new place, but a neighborhood that I'd only really seen filtered through the lens of tragedy. It turned out to be incredible in all sorts of ways. The houses were lovely. The neighborhood was lovely. And, lest we forget the focus of this journal, the food was lovely. Whole roasted pig! A fruit bowl made out of actually-fresh fruit! Gooey butter cake! Pasta salad that shook off its reputation as a boring side! I had a cold at the time, and couldn't indulge in any of the wondrous cocktails I saw in people's hands, but even given that, this party was a delightful picnic.

  • Discussing the state of the restaurant business while flying solo

  • Eating is usually a very social experience. It's rare that I'll go out to eat by myself, but once in a while, there's nothing better. Such was the case one evening, after a round of drinks with some friends. I was hungry, but didn't really have anything in the apartment, so I strolled down to my usual ramen place. I sat at the counter, and indulged in one of my favorite restaurant activities: Eavesdropping. After an enjoyable session of listening in to the chatter of the other patrons, the owner struck up a conversation with me about the intricacies of running a restaurant. Building costs, the ebb and flow of which times patrons seem to prefer, and the feasibility of outdoor seating in off-seasons. To a food geek like myself, it was incredibly interesting, and having such a conversation while enjoying a giant bowl of ramen just put a topper on the whole thing.

  • A casual summer brunch with a recipe that finally worked out

  • I need an excuse to get out of bed in the mornings on weekends. My friend Kyle gave me a good one when he and his boyfriend hosted one of their occasional brunches. I like to put some effort into the food I take to these things, so I decided to head back to the Test Kitchen for a recipe that I've never been able to conquer before: Monkey Bread. As with many of my Test Kitchen recipes, this one came from allrecipes.com, and as with the majority of the recipes I find there, I found a promising one, went to the reviews, found the one that made modifications that made the most sense, and then added my own modifications. The result?

    I feel like a gladiator that just vanquished his opponent in the arena. Finally, I'm able to make Monkey Bread that isn't a doughy mess! I'm over the moon.
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    Flavor of the Month: May 2017

    Tuesday, June 6, 2017 0 comments
    On all of these posts so far, there were only a handful of meaningful experiences per month, which makes sense. In May, though, I had so many cool meal experiences that I had to narrow it down. Those are the kinds of problems you want to have! So you'll have to do without the retelling of a fantastic breakfast sandwich in New Jersey and the best pineapple upside-down cake I've ever had at Juniper. So what was the best of the best in May?

  • Softening the blow of hearing about big life changes over a bowl of ramen

  • I want to respect people's privacy, so I won't name names in this one, but I learned at the beginning of May that one of my friends will likely be moving out of the area soon. It's always difficult to hear that someone you love won't be around anymore, and there's no good way of getting that news. We did our best, though, as we talked over a bowl of salty ramen at Robata. They have insanely good ramen there, and the fact that it's walking distance from my apartment only increases its allure. It doesn't alleviate the sadness of a friend leaving, but it always hits the spot.

  • A celebratory Done-With-Treatment brunch at Fleming's

  • James is finally done with his cancer treatment, and though he still has some tests and checkups to go, we're both cautiously optimistic that he's in the clear now. We had to go out and celebrate, and though we usually save Fleming's for an indulgent steak dinner, we went for Sunday brunch this time. Your usual brunch places with have eggs and waffles, chicken salad and corn chowder. Fleming's? Fleming's does stuff like this:

    This Asian noodle salad with seared ahi tuna was pretty amazing, and the complementary mimosas were the perfect way to clink glasses and tell cancer to go screw itself.

  • Tearing through a metric ton of snacks while..."altered"

  • Despite the good news about James' treatment, it's still undeniable that I've been having a rough time of it lately. Someone suggested that one way to counteract the stress would be to find a source of...help, and fortunately, some friends were nice enough to track down a small supply. We all partook of this "help" one afternoon, laughed our way through weird old episodes of The Magic School Bus, and ate. And ate and ate and ate and ate. I can't ever remember half the snacks we put away, but I vaguely remember cramming a Mr. Goodbar into my face, and downing some cheap sushi in about three bites. That afternoon of indulgence may not have done my waistline any favors, but it certainly helped my mood.

  • A whirlwind of a culinary tour in New Jersey and New York City

  • Towards the end of the month, I popped across to visit a friend who lives in northern New Jersey. He's as much of a food fan as I am, and we had a ball picking out restaurants to visit. All of them turned out to be wonderful, but even with such a strong roster, two stood out. One was for the experience: A pitcher of sangria after a Broadway show at Victor's Cafe in Manhattan. It was a warm evening, and it was so great to kick back with someone I don't get to see very often and sip our refreshing drinks. The fact that the nearby band took our names and incorporated them into their rhythmic Cuban songs was an extra bonus. The other standout was for outstanding food. If you ever find yourself in Morristown, New Jersey, make sure you get to Ming II. When I asked my friend to describe it, he said "It's what you'd get if you went to India and ordered Chinese food." I can't improve on that description, and let him and his brother order everything. Every single bite was fantastic. The restaurant itself is actually very pretty, and the service was terrific, but even if it had been some hole in the wall, I haven't had such remarkable food in a long time.
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    American Plate - Bite #39: Mint Juleps

    Tuesday, May 30, 2017 0 comments
    A lot of the foods and drinks in this project are things I couldn't wait to get to. Yay, I get to dive face-first into a bunch of pizza or sushi or barbecue! This is the first Bite (or Sip, really) that I was a little reluctant to get to. I'm in the minority on that one; most people have nothing but nice things to say about mint juleps. The word julep is from the Persian word gulab, which means "rose-water", but connotes any refreshing drink.

    They're made by mixing mint, water, confectioners' sugar, crushed ice, and bourbon. Often associated with the Kentucky Derby, mint juleps are a popular drink all throughout the spring and early summer, and not just when watching the ponies. The first record of an iced mint cocktail in America is from 1803, but it didn't take long to become more widespread. By 1820, distillers had already standardized the sour mash process in places like Bourbon Country, Kentucky, which is where the liquor takes its name from (it certainly sounds better than "corn whiskey").

    Over the course of the 19th century, an influx of Scottish and Irish immigrants brought their distilling knowledge with them, and whiskey eventually replaced rum as America's favorite liquor. It packed a punch, and could be distilled locally, which eliminated the need to import or smuggle booze. Though mint juleps started out as a Southern cocktail, Senator Henry Clay is credited with introducing it to the high society folks in Washington, DC. From there, it joined the ranks of elegant drinks nationwide.

    So why my reluctance? Well, two reasons. I don't really drink a lot of bourbon and I don't really eat a lot of mint. Bourbon tends to hit me pretty hard, so I have to try and take it easy. Mint is an ingrained prejudice, but one I'm slowly getting over. I still detest sweet mint dessert flavoring, so I'm that lone voice in the wild that disdains Thin Mints, mint ice cream, Peppermint Patties, grasshopper milkshakes, etc.

    Fresh mint, though, is a lot more enjoyable. I tend to like it the most in savory dishes, but on an evening when a springtime rainstorm had just swept through, and my friend asked me to pick some mint from his garden in order to make these drinks, how could I resist?

    So, what was the verdict? They were actually very tasty! I doubt I'd be able to drink a bunch of them without getting completely blitzed, but kicking back with a couple of them to while away a pleasant spring evening with friends was the perfect reintroduction to a drink I hadn't given much of a chance before.
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    Flavor of the Month: April 2017

    Sunday, April 30, 2017 0 comments
    This month has certainly delivered on that "April showers" poem, but even the constant rainstorms couldn't keep me away from some exciting food destinations. It's time to jump into the meals that struck a real chord over the past 30 days, and spoiler alert, the themes of community and friendship are in play more than ever.

  • Road tripping with some pals to the old prison in Jefferson City

  • My friend Frank often goes on auto rallies around the St. Louis area. This past month, though, his club set up a field trip that went further afield; we went out to the old Missouri State Penitentiary in our state's capital. Road trips mean road food, and in addition to the must-have snack for any long journey (cheddar/pretzel Combos), the group stopped at a restaurant completely themed around the nearby prison. Roadside places like this can have some really great food, and while I wouldn't do a cartwheel over the meal or the homemade root beer at Prison Brews, it fun to eat there as part of a band of merry travelers. I can also give them a lot of credit for having the best sauerkraut:sandwich ratio on any Reuben I've gotten in a long time.

  • The first grill-out of the season

  • Speaking of Frank, we sometimes go on nature hikes together, and after one such jaunt recently, we were both ravenously hungry. The weather was lovely for once, so we stopped by the store to pick up everything we'd need for the first grill of the year. The hamburgers and hotdogs were soon sizzling away, and with some clever marinating and spicing, they really hit the spot. Having tater tots on the side sealed the deal, and though it wasn't at all fancy, it was one of the most enjoyable meals of the month.

  • Easter Dim Sum at Wei Hong

  • It's long been a tradition for Jewish people to have Chinese food on Christmas. So why not expand that tradition to hit the other Christian holiday? I can't think of a single reason, so Kyle, Jeremy, and I headed to my favorite dim sum place on Easter Sunday. There are actually a handful of great dim sum restaurants in the St. Louis area, but my favorite thing to get is the BBQ pork bun, and Wei Hong has far and away the best ones, so I often end up there. The dumplings, sesame balls, buns, and hot tea all made for a better holiday than some dumb chocolate rabbit ever could.

  • Marching for science, marching to a burger, marching to taco night

  • The current administration is a terrible one when it comes to scientific research. There were nationwide protests in April about proposed cuts to publicly-funded science, so I joined my friends Jack and Corey downtown to march and chant. It did my heart good to see so many people whipped up about a topic that's so vitally important, and it did my appetite good to go on a long walk. After the march, we wandered over to The Kitchen Sink's new downtown location, and I got my favorite burger at their place, the Three 'Lil Pigs. So much pork... Then, that same night, we went to another friend's place for homemade tortillas, tacos, Corona, and party games. It was a fun and memorable day, not only for the food, but for the affirmation that a society that prioritizes science is a better one for all its citizens.

  • A stormy evening at Kampai

  • I'll eat sushi pretty much anytime, especially if it's with fellow fanatics Tiffany, Ben, and Dana. One of those three is getting increasingly pregnant, so we have to grab these sushi nights where we can. Even if one of those nights is during a rainstorm of biblical proportions. Normally, I'd cancel dinner plans if the weather is terrible, but didn't even give it a thought this time. I braved the elements and the roads, and as always, we had a wonderful time downing roll after roll. Sushi always makes me happy, but sushi shared with friends who are equally obsessed with it is magical.
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    Flavor of the Month: March 2017

    Friday, March 31, 2017 0 comments
    Kyle and I once mentioned on the podcast that oddly, March seemed to rank among the best months of the year for eating. St. Patrick's Day! Pi Day! A Lenten fish fry at every neighborhood church! Meals in March can easily outshine some of the other parts of the calendar, so how did 2017 stack up?

  • Kampai on the go with Tiffany

  • Things have been somewhat rough in life lately, and my friend Tiffany had an idea guaranteed to lift my spirits: Grabbing a metric ton of sushi from my favorite place, taking it to her house, and settling in to watch the first episode of Feud while stuffing our faces with spider rolls. It worked. Combining great food with great company is the best medicine in the world.

  • James' birthday extravaganza at Fleming's

  • James hasn't had many opportunities to eat well, lately. Fortunately, he wasn't scheduled to be in the hospital on his birthday, so I made a reservation at one of his favorite fancy places, and when we got there, I told him to go nuts, and order whatever the hell he wanted. I did the same, and we were soon luxuriating in richly sauced sea bass and perfectly-cooked filet, along with creamed spinach, baked potato, some nice red wine, and fresh berries in lightly-chilled cream. The bill certainly reflected our extravagance, and I've had to pinch my pennies since then, but it was a good reminder that every once in a while, if you get a chance to throw moderation to the wind, you'd best grab it.

  • The annual St. Patrick's Day party at the Dogtown parade

  • Halloween is still an enormously important holiday to me, but at this stage in my life, it's pretty much been upstaged by St. Patrick's Day, which is a holiday that is paramount in my circle of friends. No matter the day of the week, and no matter the weather, we've been gathering together for the Dogtown parade on St. Patrick's Day to drink, eat, catch up with old acquaintances, and remember the loved ones we've lost. St. Patrick's Day has its traditional food, so in addition to all the booze and hotdogs I inhaled, I made sure to save room for some good ol' fashioned corned beef and cabbage. Irish identity is always fun to celebrate, but St. Patrick's Day has become about celebrating friendship itself, and hey, I can think of way worse ways to commemorate that than with corned beef.

  • Revisiting the past while hanging out with Jack and Corey

  • It's always good to have friends who enjoy food culture as much as you do, and I always have a ball going out to eat with these two. On this particular evening we wound up at Wildflower in the Central West End. This restaurant has special significance for me, because I worked for them for years as a caterer waiter. Going back as a customer made me feel like I was dropping by my high school Homecoming football game. Event catering was hard work (especially at Wildflower, whose catering space is only accessible by a narrow staircase with no dumbwaiter - every dish had to be carried up and down to the kitchen by hand), but I enjoyed it. As we sat down to enjoy our dinner, I found myself reminiscing about some of the old stories, from faking my way through bartending duty to getting a ridiculous amount of tips the night we catered an even for the Gay Rodeo. Dinner itself was pretty remarkable too; I got a carbonara dish with a ridiculous amount of calamari on top. While it can be nice to look back at the past via photo albums or old letters, there's something pretty satisfying about going back in time while chowing down on pasta.

  • Considering the modern wave of home food delivery with Tiffany

  • I finished out the important meals of the month the same way the month began: Kicking back in Tiffany's living room. Instead of sushi this time, she split up one of her Blue Apron meals. I'm intensely curious about the recent wave of services that deliver pretty involved recipes to your doorstep, and may even sign up for one at one point. They seem a little pricey for a guy who works in publicly-funded science, but there's something intriguing about coming home to find the ingredients for battered catfish and marinated cabbage waiting for you. That's what we had on this particular evening, and it was quite tasty. Home delivery meals will never cure me of my cookbook addiction, but it's always cool to try something new.
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    Research: The Brunch Backlash

    Wednesday, March 29, 2017 0 comments
    We are always in the midst of a lot of shifting social conventions. You never know what aspect of society these shifts will affect, and in an odd twist of fate, the ostensibly simple concept of brunch has become a big target.

    A target of what? You name it. Sometimes, it’s singled out as the purview of irresponsible people with nothing more productive to do with their time. Chefs are accused of using brunch as an excuse to peddle substandard food, and diners are accused of using brunch as an excuse to eat without the courtesies afforded to the other meals of the day (tipping, for example).

    There’s also the big matter of race and class privilege. It's tough to articulate, and I’m finding it tough to land on a position in regards to protesters’ tactic of interrupting diners’ brunches in order to address issues such as police brutality. It’s definitely an issue worth addressing, and the activists have a point when they point out that brunch is a public gathering at which a lot of affluent people who feel unaffected by the conflict tend to gather. Getting their attention is precisely the goal. It’s just such a strange situation we find ourselves in, in which it’s considered safe to assume that someone who’s done nothing more than go out to eat waffles must either be uneducated or uncaring.

    Even leaving that aside, brunch has been facing some tough critics lately, not least of which springs from an article in the New York Times, which proudly proclaimed that “Brunch Is for Jerks“. Lots of people jumped into the fray after that, complaining about the self-entitled hipsters who pat themselves on the back for being so awesome as they guzzle their bottomless mimosas. Or they wrote about how terrible brunch is for the poor, overworked service industry.

    If you’re a fan of brunch, take heart. Defenders have started swinging back against the haters.

    All of these overwrought articles have left me more puzzled than anything else. I’m neither smug with satisfaction that these brunch-eating jackasses are finally getting what’s coming to them, nor am I angry at the snarky writers taking aim at these innocent diners just trying to enjoy some eggs and a drink with friends. It’s more a wonder at just how symbolic brunch has become for highlighting so many American social issues.

    Who knows how much further the battle will go? Perhaps “Bloody Mary” will take on a terrifyingly literal meaning as the war over brunch gets waged.
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    Research: The Pepper Heat Index

    Friday, March 24, 2017 0 comments
    People are always competing to set some extreme record or other. Who’s built the tallest building? Who can swim the farthest? Who can live the longest? Competitions are not confined to the human race, though. For example, every time we think we’ve discovered the hottest pepper on Earth, another upstart comes along to set an even more painful fire on our tongues. In the past few years, the Ghost Chile, the Naga Viper, the Trinidad Scorpion Moruga, and the Carolina Reaper have all held the coveted title of Hottest Pepper. There are so many different types of pepper, though. Where do they all fit in? And how do we go about comparing heat levels from pepper to pepper?

    Until recently, the traditional method has always been the Scoville scale, named after a test that Wilbur Scoville devised in 1912. That scale measures Scoville heat units (SHU), which is a function of capsaicin concentration in each pepper. Way down at the bottom are our friends the bell peppers, which have a SHU of zero. Then come the milder zings like paprika and pimiento, which won’t crack a SHU of 1,000. In the 1,000-3,500 SHU range, you’ll find Pam’s and my current pepper of choice, the poblano. JalapeƱo is the level above that, in the range that goes up to 10,000 SHU.

    From 10,000-30,000 SHU, you’ll find serrano peppers and peperoncino. Cayenne and tobasco peppers lie in the 30,000-50,000 SHU range, while 50,000-100,000 SHU contains lesser known peppers, such as piri piri and malagueta. My painful experience with habanero makes sense, because it shares the 100,000-350,000 SHU range with Scotch bonnets. A specific type of habanero called “Red Savina” lies between 350,000-580,000 SHU, but even that pales in comparison to the peppers I mentioned in my opening paragraph. None of those peppers is less than 855,000 SHU.

    All that SHU measurement is nice, but there’s a fatal flaw in the Scoville scale. It’s completely subjective, which I was shocked to learn. Decreasing concentrations of the extracted capsinoids are given to a panel of five trained tasters, until a majority (at least three) can no longer detect the heat in a dilution. OK, but... People’s taste buds differ from each other, and even on the same tongue, a taster’s receptors can be worn out or overused with multiple tastings, changing the results. Can you imagine if the official daily temperature was taken by people wandering outside and saying “Eh. It feels like it’s about 56° F today.”

    Fortunately, these days, there’s a system that’s a lot more scientific. Using high-performance liquid chromatography, it can be determined how many parts-per-million of alkaloids (the heat-causing agents) are present in any given pepper.

    Tastes in pepper heat vary across cultures (Asians seem to favor a sharp punch of heat at the beginning, while Americans favor a lower heat that sustains for a longer period of time), and some people have made it a personal mission to find the upper limit of what their taste buds can handle. I’ll leave all that record-grabbing to them, and just enjoy the gentler wallop of a dish spiked with cayenne.
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