Feed Us Back: Comments of the Week

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Alex is not buying this $15 “homemade” pizza thing:

ok stop me if this is a dumb question, but why wouldn’t you just make actual homemade pizza, considering that it would cost significantly less and be significantly easier (i.e., no need to leave the house)?

Whoever can give us a good reason why wins a free ES pizza delivered to their door.

– westcoast is not standing for any Alice Waters bashing, facetious or not:

Alice Waters is my hero. It’s like a Jesus or Palin sort of obsession, but more serious.

While Tyler drops a little-known GF fact:

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From the School of George Costanza

What would happen if we didn’t live by certain social norms?

Would we keep the napkin on the table instead of the lap?
Would we tip a dollar on a dollar beer?
Would we drink everything out of a straw?

I don’t know. Well, except for the last question. And that is an enthusiastic yes.

But I am pretty sure that if George Costanza didn’t stigmatize the double dip I think we would all be happily consuming twice as much dip than chip. Of course the garlicky hummus is more delicious than that celery stick. But we cannot indulge in our love of sour cream and onion. We must only dip once.

Except for Jack. Jack is almost 17 months (I think I got that weird months thing right) and while he can walk, color and bang spoons on a table, he has not picked up on the no double dip rule. I watched in fascination as he triumphantly dipped his tortilla chip into a bowl of creamy spinach dip, over and over and over. He never took a bite of the chip. It was awesome.

Indian Simmer: Anthony Borday Was Here

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Travel Rant #1: If you’re part of a destination that’s beloved by travelers for being authentic, under-the-radar and non-touristy, don’t blow it by covering every other 400-year-old facade with signs that say “Recommended by Lonely Planet.” Yes, we all have the same guidebook, but it kinda ruins the whole exploring-the-ends-of-the-earth thing when every five feet we’re bombarded by English-language signage reminding us that millions of others have been here before.

That annoyance aside, Jaisalmer — a dusty desert city on the edge of Rajasthan, just 30 miles short of the Pakistan border — is a pretty magical place, full of honey-colored forts, amazing traditional music, and camel rides out onto the desert dunes.

Speaking of magic, culinary-wise Jaisalmer is best known for one hole-in-the-wall establishment: the bhang shop, a refreshment stand offering “magic lassis” — yogurt-based drinks spiked with with a certain magic herb that I’ll leave to your imagination. Apparently, ES BFF Anthony Bourdain visited the Bhang Shop during the Rajasthan episode of No Reservations, and they were so happy about it that they hung up a sign praising “Anthony Bourday.” Love it. You get some quaintness points back for that one, Jaisalmer.

PS – Travel Rant #2: I appreciate being made to feel at home, but please, please — just serve me what you eat for breakfast here, not a bizarre interpretation of what you think I might eat at home. I was just served a bowl of comically stale cornflakes seeping in — I kid you not — steaming hot milk. Amazing.

Cheflebrity Smörgåsbord: Back to Basics

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The latest and greatest news about celebrity chefs, served up buffet style.

– Hey, Anthony Bourdain isn’t just about deep-fried cobra heart.   Being a good cook begins with the basics.

– Speaking of the fundamentals, Alice Waters‘ new cookbook takes you back to square one with the help of well-known chefs.  And you thought she only cared about the Slow-Food extremists!

After the jump…chefs that are:  annoying, dangerous (!?) and just plain cool.

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Duck, Duck, Duck…Peking…Post

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While Britannia’s Slow Cooked Peking Duck may have not yielded all that much meat, it was definitely revolutionary in its originality. The Washington Post even picked up on it. Check out Britannia’s (Russell) shout out in Joe Yonan‘s solo cooking column.

[Cooking for One: Discovering Slow Cookers]

(Photo: Thin Glass)

Burns My Bacon: Leftover Pizza Storage

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I don’t keep this a secret: I live with my parents. We generally avoid ordering out as a family, because we are all very particular about our food and there is normally a gigantic fight over what to order. It takes at least an hour for us to decide on takeout (sometimes longer if it’s Chinese food).

When we order pizza, we order a ridiculous amount so that everyone is satisfied. Last week, we ordered three medium pizzas for three people (sausage, ham, mushroom). Although I can house pizza like nobody’s business, an entire pizza is a little much. It all ends up in the fridge.

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Gelatinous Meat Puree

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With all the hype surrounding Top Chef’s arrival in DC I thought I would share my experience at Tom Colicchio‘s newly opened Colicchio & Sons, formerly Craft in NY’s Meatpacking District. As a post-theater treat for my birthday, Deej promised me a dinner of my choosing. I went with Colicchio & Sons as I’m a fan of the chef and figured the timing would be right. And how it was.

As some of you might remember from our meal at José Andrés’ Bazaar, Deej isn’t the most accommodating when it comes to food, so we opted to eat from the dining room menu and not the tasting menu. And because we just love harassing picky eaters, Deej will also provide commentary on our dining experience.

Appetizer

Britannia:
The kitchen was very accommodating: they were more than happy to provide one of the tasting menu dishes as an appetizer — scallops with foie gras terrine, honey turnips and puntarelle. A small portion of each, the scallop and foie gras combined on the fork; it was exactly how it should be. Simply delicious.

Deej:
Simply—not so much.  The foie gras was foie gross.  The texture was like gelatinous meat puree.  It reminded me of that Jell-o—like brown stuff at the top of a dog food can.  How do you people actually enjoy this stuff?  Seriously!?!  The scallop was well cooked but not my thing flavor-wise.  So I choked down two bites and gave the rest to Britty-boy.

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