25.3.12

Not Much

My house smells like a giant vat of French fries, and I am eating ice cream for dinner.  Because I can.  Nah nah.  That is all.

19.3.12

Tags, Balls, Brews, and Stew: Happy St. Patrick's Day!


This St. Patrick’s Day was definitely a memorable one, and the memories have nothing to do with green beer, drunkenness, cabbage, or shamrocks. This past Saturday, the family got together to tag and/or band calves at Innisfree farm, where my older brother and sister-in-law raise pastured beef cattle, beautiful chickens for eating and eggs, and goats. 
If you have never slogged through shin-deep cow shit trying to wrangle wayward and completely uncooperative calves, my friends you have not lived.  I’m sure the scene was every bit as ridiculous as it sounds, and I am thankful no one bothered to record our pathetic efforts.  Trust me, you will never feel more inadequate as a biped with feet and toes than while chasing a hoofed hairy beast around the perimeter of a barnyard.  Humph.  Eventually, though, our shenanigans wore him down and he trotted into the barn with little intervention.  Whatever.  You are hamburger to me anyway.
By using our far superior (?) brain power, we were finally able to corral all the calves into two pens in the barn.  Outside, the mama cows hollered in protest, seriously pissed off with the new arrangements.  If there were ever a bovine spin-off of Springer (awesome Far-Side, if you ask me), I imagine the set would sound much like these cows, a bunch of baby mama drama, bitches hollerin’  and carryin’ on.  Hehehe. 
So now, let the fun begin!  You remember those choose-your-own-adventure books from grade school?  (Man, I loved those books.  I think I checked out every one from our library!)  Sweet, now follow me:
You have a pen full of calves.  If you choose a bull, turn to page 15.  If you have a heifer, turn to page 21.  If you do not yet know the sex of your calf, continue reading, then choose a page.
Lift the tail of the calf.  If you see balls, you have a male.  If there are no balls, you have a female.  If you do not know what balls look like, um, Google bull balls.  You’ve been warned.
Page 15:
If the bull calf is large, continue your adventure on this page.  If the bull is small, turn to page 30.
Release large bull calf out of pen and into “O.R.” pen, taking care to warn family members of incoming large beast.  Corral calf into stanchion, preferably head first (If not head first, you will have to get him turned around, a very entertaining task indeed!), dropping the Gate of No Return behind him.  Have someone strong and competitive (in this case my younger brother) thread two large heavy bars through the slats of the stanchion, progressively boxing in the calf so he cannot move (Think foosball!).  Make sure head brace is firmly locked around calf’s head.  Further immobilize calf with cargo straps.  Determine size of bull’s balls to determine size of banding castrator needed (I really think you should name them Denny, like the Eliminator or something else intimidating and scaring sounding!).  Attach band to castrator, have someone tall reach over and hold up tail (again my younger brother, but I did this part too), and um, band away, praying that the band doesn’t break and you’ve chosen the right size (They band instead of cutting to avoid infection).
Once banding is complete, move to front of animal, wait on your sister to produce properly labeled ear tag, and give him some jewelry, just like at Clare’ s .  Release him outside (where my husband and other S-I-L were waiting to guide him along) to his bellering mama, where he can complain and eat. 
Page 30:
Release small bull calf out of pen and into “O.R.” pen, taking care to warn family members of incoming small beast.  Corral calf into stanchion, preferably head first (If not head first, you will have to get him turned around, a very entertaining task indeed!), dropping the Gate of No Return behind him.  Have someone strong and competitive (in this case my younger brother) thread two large heavy bars through the slats of the stanchion, progressively boxing in the calf so he cannot move (Think foosball!).  The head brace will be too large to secure the head, so attach a horse lead around the calf and have another family member (myself or my S-I-L) pull and hold lead securely around the gate of the pen.  Further immobilize calf with cargo straps.  Determine size of bull’s balls to determine size of banding castrator needed (I really think you should name them Denny, like the Eliminator or something else intimidating and scaring sounding!).  Attach band to castrator, have someone tall reach over and hold up tail (again my younger brother, but I did this part too), and um, band away, praying that the band doesn’t break and you’ve chosen the right size (They band instead of cutting to avoid infection).
Once banding is complete, move to front of animal, wait on your sister and/or S-I-L  to produce properly labeled ear tag, and give him some jewelry, just like at Clare’ s .  Release him outside (where my husband and other S-I-L were waiting to guide him along) to his bellering mama, where he can complain and eat. 
*NOTE: Very young bulls are too young to band.  You will need to wait a few months and then repeat this whole happy process then.
Proceed to end of story.
Page 21:
Congratulations!  You have a girl!  No banding needed!  They will give you attitude though, so don’t think you got off scot-free. 
Release heifer out of pen and into “O.R.” pen, taking care to warn family members of incoming beast.  Corral calf into stanchion, preferably head first (If not head first, you will have to get her turned around, a very entertaining task indeed!), dropping the Gate of No Return behind her.  Have someone strong and competitive (in this case my younger brother) thread two large heavy bars through the slats of the stanchion, progressively boxing in the calf so she cannot move (Think foosball!).    If the calf is large, secure head in head brace, making sure it is securely locked.  If calf is small, secure head with a horse lead, pulled tight around the gate of the pen and held by another family member (myself or my S-I-L).  Wait ever so patiently on sister for properly labeled ear tag, and give her some new jewelry, just like Clare’s.
Release her outside (where my husband and other S-I-L were waiting to guide her along) to her bellering mama, where she can complain and eat. 
Proceed to end of story.
End of story:
Do this about 16 times, so you are good and tired, sweaty, and very dirty.  Keep yourself going with thoughts of juicy hamburgers and grilled steaks.  Have small family members (my daughter) keep you hydrated.
Huzzah!  You are done (for today)!  Spray off, drink a Guinness, and eat some stew.  Happy St. Patty’s Day!

A Sort of Irish Stew
Serves 6-8
• 2 lbs. stewing lamb, cut into roughly 1-inch pieces
• coarse salt and freshly ground black pepper
• 2 large sprigs’ worth fresh rosemary
• extra virgin olive oil
• 1 cooking onion, peeled and roughly chopped
• 3 carrots, roughly chopped
• 2 lbs waxy fingerling potatoes, cut in half if large
• ½ c pearl barley
• 1 ½ c Guinness, or other Irish stout
• 4 c homemade or good quality beef or chicken stock
• 5 or 6 Irish bangers, cut into thirds
Preheat oven to 350°.  Thoroughly dry lamb pieces and season with salt and pepper.  Heat a heavy bottomed pot (I use my Dutch oven) over medium high heat, and swirl in olive oil, enough to cover bottom of pot.  When oil is hot, brown lamb pieces on 2 sides until they are very nicely browned (Don’t be impatient; let them get some really nice color.).  Work in batches to avoid overcrowding the pan.  Put lamb on a plate and set aside.
Turn heat down to medium, swirl in some more oil, and add onions and carrots.  Cook until softened.  Add lamb, potatoes, rosemary, barley, beer, and stock.  Bring to a boil.  Turn off heat and nestle sausage pieces into top of stew.  Cover and cook in oven until lamb is soft, about 1 hour.
*This stew tastes even better when made a day ahead!
Remove stew from oven and season to taste with coarse salt and pepper.  I served this with Irish brown bread, soda bread, and salted butter.  Wash it all down with your favorite Irish brew!  Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

5.3.12

Cleveland Part Deux, Hannah



 At the carnival I ate cotton candy, pork, beef tongue, fried chicken crepe, and a parfait.  I saw a game, masks, glowing glasses, prizes, a Japanese Manga cartoon, grilling meat outside, and noodle cats at the carnival.  I shot little balls of paper and played the game almost the whole time.  I also ate a lot.  While I played the game I won lots of prizes.  These are some of the prizes I won.  I won little plastic trucks, a boat, explosives, and a game.  My favorite parts were the noodles, the game, and the prizes.

Cleveland Part Deux, Jennifer


So for a variety of reasons, some legitimate and some just lame, I never got around to posting anything more about our food trip to Cleveland.  Here’s the thing about me and writing: we have a very hot/cold relationship.  Sometimes I get a little excited and can’t wait to pen something witty and informative.  Other times (in all honesty, most of the time), I really could care, or seem to care, less.  I always feel guilty about NOT doing it, but that state of mind rarely is enough to send me scurrying to the keyboard.

Anyway, the main event of our trip was the “Japanese Carnival” created by Fresh Street and hosted by Noodlecat.  Huh?  Yeah, I know.  To most, this sentence makes no sense, unless you are a big food nerd like me.  So, let me explain.

 Not so long ago, in a foodie town (Columbus) near me (thankfully), two young talented foodie-type people (Kenny Kim and Misako Ohba) started up a food cart named, um, Foodie Cart.  They made and sold Japanese crepes, and were very successful. 

“Ummm…Japanese crepes.  I don’t see the appeal of French-Japanese fusion.”  Be still, my friends.  There will be no talk of thin pancakes filled with sake-infused escargot.  These crepes are a thin, crispier, butter-less shell containing Japanese-inspired fillings riffed in endlessly creative ways (think kalbi short-rib and bulgogi cheese steak).

Eventually, warm weather turned cold (except for this year’s “faux-winter”, as I have just dubbed it), and our dynamic caped crepers closed down for the winter, but set their sights on the next spring.
And thus was born Fresh Street.  And Japanese balls.  Oh please people, get your minds out of the gutter.  Sheesh.  I am simply referring to takoyaki.  The traditional are octopus-filled dumplings, but they also offered different versions including Japanese sausage and okonomiyaki, containing shredded cabbage.  Mmmmm, balls.

Now this is the interesting part. You know, the part where I come in (hehehe).  Knowing the Good Husband and I were headed over to Columbus for a couple days, I cranked up the internets in search of new and exciting Columbus food adventures.  I headed over to alteatscolumbus.com, a great site for interesting eating info, and found: Section 8 Yakitorium!

So, our crepers, and now ballers (ahem), have not been content to rest on their culinary laurels.  They have struck a deal with the owners of Double Happiness (Should I be alarmed by the continual innuendo in this post?  Nah.), and are now serving crazed and inspired yakitori in a trippy Hunter S. Thompson-meets- Quentin Tarantino spot in the Brewery District (This experience deserves its own post, on which I am still working.). 

We show up, we eat and drink, we are curiously satisfied, and we become privy to some very interesting info via an overheard conversation right before heading out.  I excitedly inserted myself into a conversation with Kenny Kim once I heard him mention he was doing a “pop-up” event in Cleveland in a few weeks.  At the same time I had planned our first mother/daughter foodie trip to Cleveland.  Sweet!  What are the chances?

So, I’m sitting here talking food and things related with Mr. Kim, a very knowledgeable and enthusiastic young guy, the kind of conversation about food I absolutely love.  The- rush-of-excitement-incomplete-thought-I-don’t-have-to-spell-things-out-for-you-because-I-already-know-you-know-what-I’m-talking-about-because-you-are-as-insane-when-it-comes-to-food-as-I-am kind of conversation.  He tells me that they are doing a pop-up food event, host by the restaurant Noodlecat (Asian noodle joint recently opened by Greenhouse Tavern owner Chef Jonathon Sawyer) in Cleveland.  It will have a Japanese carnival theme, with all sorts of great foodstuffs.  Then he offered to sell me his food cart, on a payment plan if need be.  Sigh.  Someday perhaps, but not this day.

 Once back home in good ol’ Dayton, I purchased our tickets online, and a few weeks later, we were there!  
I must caveat my experience at the carnival at this time.  I was far from feeling well, but based on my excitement to try more Fresh Street foodstuffs and to introduce my daughter to the yumminess, and the fact that I had shelled out more than a few bucks to be a part of this adventure, we were going, no matter how loudly my stomach cursed me. 

So, we went.  The atmosphere seemed a little strange at first, but once we realized (kind of) what was going on around us, we just plunged in.  Strewn about were little toys and prizes, blinking oversized glasses, funny plastic masks.  A little game had been set up involving shooting down little origami balls (Really?  Again?) with a toy gun or bow and arrow.  You can guess where my daughter spent most of her time. 

As for the food, it was really quite tasty and as creative as expected.  Here is what we ate:

Crepes: bulgogi cheesesteak, chicken karaage (The cheese steak was the winner for me.)

Yakitori/Kushiyaki: pork cheek, pork belly, beef short rib, beef tongue, chicken wings (Um, yes, all were delicious.  The type of food I could eat every day.)

Ramen (Hannah’s favorite, she gobbled up most of it herself.  Mommy’s little piggy!)

Cotton Candy (Little pink tufts, perfect for a young girl.)

Japanese dessert “parfait” (The most interesting and unexpected offering of the night, a combination of I think, maybe, tea-infused? mochi balls, red bean paste, strawberries, gelee cubes, and whipped cream.  A carnival of textures and flavors, very apropos for the evening!)

Thunderkiss Pour-over coffee: Harrar (This coffee was quite excellent, despite the fact that I was now in the throes of major GI distress!)

All in all, an evening well spent among fellow food adventurers.  And I even got to meet Chef Sawyer’s mom.  Pretty cool.