I was just checking out Michael Ruhlman’s blog at http://blog.ruhlman.com/, when I came across an entry blasting the press release for Alain Ducasses’s new cookbook, Ducasse Made Simple by Sophie. As it happens, I was the one who translated the press release from French so that it could be sent out to the many editorial staffs around the country who just LOVE getting press release after press release.

So anyways, that’s exciting. Something I worked on getting blasted by the ever amusing, ever sarcastic, ever Teva-wearing Michael Ruhlman. I have to agree with him, the idea of simplifying Ducasse, who is difficult by nature, is slightly ridiculous. But hey, it wasn’t my idea, I just did the translation.

If you want to read what the blog said go to: The Fallacy of the Quick and Easy Cookbook @ http://blog.ruhlman.com/ruhlmancom/2008/10/the-fallacy-of.html

Birth-Day Par-Tay

Birthday Dinner

I wasn’t going to have a birthday party. I hate when people obsess over their birthdays, so this year I thought I’d just let it pass by. Of course there was the obligatory family dinner, heretofore described, and maybe I’d go out with the boyfriend, but besides that, no party.

Then, suddenly, it was five days before the big day. People started asking, “What are you doing for your birthday?” and “Are you having a party, going to a bar?” Well I couldn’t say I was doing nothing now, could I? So, I sent out a desperate, last minute e-mail trying to wrangle as many people as I could. And then I started planning for the food.

The plan was to have a little shindig over at Cliff’s apartment, no big deal. There would be friends, drinks and lots of food. I decided on an all-appetizer theme. In case you didn’t know, making all appetizers is hard. Preparing lots of little things, as opposed to a few large items, is pretty labor-intensive. Next time I will keep this in mind.

Anyway, things turned out quite well. I made chicken sate, babaganoush with Lebanese flatbread, blinis with crème fraiche and smoked salmon, Stilton stuffed-mushrooms, and two pork tenderloins. We finished it all off with a delicious chocolate cake courtesy of Aux Delice. Several have asked for recipes, so I thought I’d post some of the good ones.

I don’t want to plagiarize, so I have to give a lot of the credit to the cookbook I used, (even though I’d like to say I made them all up). The book is Appetizers, Finger Good, Buffets & Parties, edited by Bridget Jones, and published by Hermes House. The book is generally clear, and the recipes went well for the most part, although some of the directions were a bit confusing. (A lemon-basil aioli dip went disastrously wrong.) Also, since I prefer to go a little free form sometimes, I made some modifications to the recipes

Chicken Saté

I have to say, this was the hit of the party. It went FAST. I doubled the recipe, and it was about enough for 7 people.

3 boneless chicken breasts
6-inch wooden skewers

For the marinade:
• 12 tablespoons vegetable oil
• 8 tablespoons soy sauce
• 8 tablespoons fresh lime juice
• 3-inch piece fresh root ginger, peeled and chopped
• 6 garlic cloves
• 4 tablespoons light brown sugar
• 2 small fresh red chilies, seeded and chopped
• 4 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro


For the peanut sauce:
• 6 tablespoons peanut butter
• 4 tablespoons soy sauce
• 1 tablespoon sesame oil
• 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
• 4 scallions, finely chopped
• 2 garlic cloves
• 3 tablespoons fresh lime juice
• 2 tablespoons brown sugar


First, prepare the marinade by mixing all of the above ingredients in a bowl. A food processor is not necessary for this, just make sure you whisk it well.

Next, begin preparing the chicken by making sure all the excess fat is removed. Then slice the chicken into 1½-inch cubes. The easiest way to do this is cut it into about 4 strips length wise, and then cut crosswise.

Place the chicken and marinade in a plastic bag, making sure it’s tightly sealed, and place it in the refrigerator to marinate. If you have the time, leave it overnight. That is what I did and the flavors were powerful and clear.

For the peanut sauce, mix all of the ingredients together in a medium-sized bowl making sure it is well blended. You can adjust the sauce with more peanut butter, soy sauce or sugar depending on your preference. I like mine very peanut-y.

When you are getting ready to grill, skewer the chicken, about three pieces per stick. I used a large, two burner, cast iron grill, but you could use a regular outdoor grill or broiler.

If you are using an indoor grill as I did, turn the heat up very high and let the grill get hot before you start. Cook the chicken for about 2 minutes on each side, or until it is golden and cooked through. If you use the broiler, put them in for about 4-5 minutes on a cookie sheet lined with tin foil (to avoid a burned-on mess).

Place skewered chicken on a serving tray with the peanut sauce and enjoy!

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of a Lunch Break 2.0

From Vanity Fair's "The New Establishment 2008" section on Miuccia Prada:

"Staff members at Prada's New York office are subject to termination if they eat lunch at their desk--unless there are extenuating circumstances."

See!!! I knew I was on the right track with that last post. Those Europeans really know what they're talking about. Perhaps thats why they're happier with their lives on average than Americans. Perhaps that's why they drink more on average and don't have nearly the same rates of alcoholism. It's all about enjoying the free time, leading a fulfilling life, and doing the things that you enjoy. Working hard is fine, its important, but its equally important to find the proper balance between work and play.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of a Lunch Break

So I know it’s been a while since my last entry. I feel bad about this. I have been lazy. It’s time to get going. What has been going on in my life that I haven’t had time to update, you might ask? Work. Ah yes, the eternal struggle of mankind. I have been working in the city, commuting everyday to midtown. I get up, I get on the train, I pass out until I hit Grand Central Station. I work all day, with a very, I repeat very, short lunch break. I then work some more, and I go home. So after going home, I’m tired. And that my friends, is why I haven’t had much time to update. But this will change I tell you! From now on I promise, at least once a week.

I must say, one thing that really bothers me about my current position is the short lunch break. Everything else is fine, I’m learning a lot, I like the people, but where is the lunch break?! It’s half an hour, 30 minutes. It takes at least 12 to get out of my office, get in line somewhere, order, pay and eat. So that leaves me, oh, 18 minutes to eat. I am the only person I’m aware of who actually goes out to eat. Everyone else eats at their desk. I go out as a matter of principle. It is important that workers have time to take a break.

How can anyone expect anything to get done when an employee is glued to a desk for nine straight hours a day? The mind starts to wander. What will I eat for dinner tonight? Which train should I take? Should I go visit this friend or that friend? Have I called in my prescription? One needs time to think about these things. To function properly at work, bosses should encourage brief respites. They allow for more productive work during the course of the day.

Not to mention the food! Eating is important to me (I think we all know that by now), and I want to have adequate time to do it. Most cities, and New York especially, have great lunchtime choices, ready for the workers mealtime crush. Where have I been going lately? Hale and Hearty soups is a good place to grab a soup or salad. Lots of choices, fast, convenient, healthy. Prêt a Manger has some good stuff (pre-made wraps and sandwichs) and it always smells delicious when I go in for my morning coffee. I’m a big fan of Dishes, whose Asian noodle soup bowl is enough for both lunch and dinner. They also have a diverse breakfast spread. And then let’s not forget all those great places to get a deli sandwich, a slice of pizza, an omelet made. Hey, it’s New York City, you can get anything, and it will generally be pretty damn tasty.

So I take my lunch break. I defy the clock, and I go out. It may not be for long, it may not be anything exciting, but I go back into the office feeling revitalized and ready to be productive. If I were in charge, it would be for an hour, no two! I would encourage my staff to dine at the finest of establishments, Adour, Le Bernadin, Veritas, all on the corporate card! Ok, maybe that’s not quite realistic. But I would encourage at least a brief change of scenery, a break, a rest, so that everyone is happier and gets more done. All I ask is that I get my half-hour, without scrutiny, without judgment. It’s in the best interest of everyone.

Emotional Hunger

Lately, I have been feeling emotionally hungry. It's not a physical hunger. I have no pain in my stomach, and I am not faint as I walk around the city. No, it's in my head. Lately I have been trying to read up on the contemporary food world. When I return home, I plan to somehow break into the business! But to do this, I must be knowledgeable. Looking at all of the pictures, reading all of the restaurant reviews, menus and blogs is taking its toll. As I scroll through page after page on the World Wide Web, my mouth waters as I swoon over Michellin-starred menus.

It's not that the food in Buenos Aires isn’t good, it's just that I’m too broke to eat at any of the good restaurants. They don’t offer the same variety on all price levels that they do in New York. Occasionally I go to some cheap joints I know for Peruvian or Chinese food, but it's not the lovely, fanciful, creative food that makes my pulse race.

Argentine food tends to be a little on the boring side. Their idea of spicy is a bit of black pepper. I have to dump a whole load of their hot sauce onto a meal to even get the slightest hint of fire in my mouth. It is also difficult to find fresh herbs, spices, peppers and good condiments, unless you are willing to spend a fortune. At home, I can go out and get everything in under two or three stop–-meat, fish, herbs, you name it. Here it would take many more, and I wouldn’t know where to begin.

Honestly, it wouldn’t take the finest restaurant in New York City to satisfy my cravings. It would take the good, down-home Connecticut food I am used to. The Delis that I grew up taking for granted, some Garden Catering or some Pizza Post. How it would please me to hit up Meli-Melo for a midweek lunch or a light dinner with a choice bottle of wine. The soup, the crepes, the salads. Or then again, maybe some wings from Mackenzie’s or some baked ziti from Athens. I would eat it all. That would certainly satisfy my emotional hunger.