My mom picked these up at the farmer's market because they looked so beautiful.
But they tasted so plain, so not good. They got better when roasted, but never achieved the sugary sweetness of their orange cousins.
An article on the USDA website explained that the whole spectrum of colored carrots were bred to address different health concerns, and (apparently) ignored the question of taste. From the Agricultural Research Service: "Red carrots derive their color mainly from lycopene, a type of carotene believed to guard against heart disease and some cancers. Yellow carrots accumulate xanthophylls, pigments similar to beta-carotene that support good eye health. Purple carrots possess an entirely different class of pigments—anthocyanins—which act as powerful antioxidants."
With that in mind, you should treat them the way you would any other carrot. Roast them with olive oil, kosher salt and pepper. I roasted mine with purple onion, yams and beets. When played against the super-sweet yams and beets and the ever-present threat of cancer and heart disease, I found the mild carrots were much less disagreeable.
5.30.2009
5.28.2009
Summer Chili
Finally uploaded some photos I'd taken over the last few months, so bear with me while I catch up on some overdue recipe-postage. From Ruthie's BBQ:
This is a variation on H. Allen Smith's beef chili recipe -- a staple in the cold weather section of my family's cookbook. It's a traditional stewy chili, served hot. But for outdoor spring/summer parties, I shift to the room-temperature turkey version. It's excellent.
TURKEY CHILI
3 lbs. ground turkey
2-3 med onions
1 bell pepper
1-2 cloves garlic
1/2 tsp. oregano
1/4 tsp. cumin seed
2 small cans tomato paste
2 15oz. cans beans (pinto or kidney, or both)
1 quart water
salt
black pepper
In an iron pot, brown the turkey. Chop the onions and bell pepper and add them to the browned meat. Mince the garlic and throw into the pot, then add the oregano and cumin seed.
Add the tomato paste. If you want to use canned tomatoes or fresh tomatoes, put them through a colander. Add the water. Salt liberally and grind in some black pepper. Let it simmer for about an hour and a half, then add the beans.
Simmer another half-hour, tasting occasionally to adjust the seasoning.
The recipe concludes:
"I deem it a pleasure to have given you my recipe for chili. I can only say in conclusion that some people are born to the tragic life. There are three distressing physiological mistakes made by nature: the vermiform appendix, the prostate gland and the utter inability of many people to eat chili because of delicate digestive tracts. I really bleed for them."
Reading that, I can't help thinking about Jacque. Although I'm fairly sure the turkey version is more tummy friendly, I'm certain that most things are tummy-friendly when served with beers and fireworks on a private beach...
This is a variation on H. Allen Smith's beef chili recipe -- a staple in the cold weather section of my family's cookbook. It's a traditional stewy chili, served hot. But for outdoor spring/summer parties, I shift to the room-temperature turkey version. It's excellent.
TURKEY CHILI
3 lbs. ground turkey
2-3 med onions
1 bell pepper
1-2 cloves garlic
1/2 tsp. oregano
1/4 tsp. cumin seed
2 small cans tomato paste
2 15oz. cans beans (pinto or kidney, or both)
1 quart water
salt
black pepper
In an iron pot, brown the turkey. Chop the onions and bell pepper and add them to the browned meat. Mince the garlic and throw into the pot, then add the oregano and cumin seed.
Add the tomato paste. If you want to use canned tomatoes or fresh tomatoes, put them through a colander. Add the water. Salt liberally and grind in some black pepper. Let it simmer for about an hour and a half, then add the beans.
Simmer another half-hour, tasting occasionally to adjust the seasoning.
The recipe concludes:
"I deem it a pleasure to have given you my recipe for chili. I can only say in conclusion that some people are born to the tragic life. There are three distressing physiological mistakes made by nature: the vermiform appendix, the prostate gland and the utter inability of many people to eat chili because of delicate digestive tracts. I really bleed for them."
Reading that, I can't help thinking about Jacque. Although I'm fairly sure the turkey version is more tummy friendly, I'm certain that most things are tummy-friendly when served with beers and fireworks on a private beach...
5.25.2009
Finally! My new Squid Ink post.
Now with photo by Aaron Stein-Chester...
Here.
Also, I have begun to eliminate all non-banana cream foods from my diet.
Here.
Also, I have begun to eliminate all non-banana cream foods from my diet.
5.21.2009
The 2009 Vendys
Read here.
It's a competition between street food vendors in NYC. No, it's not a dream. I actually know someone who got PAID to go to this, and I hate her very, very much.
I was so sad that I couldn't make it to this last year when I was on the east coast. How about this year? A hungry boy can dream. Maybe we once all the dust settles with this taco truck bologna, we can organize one of these things out here!
It's a competition between street food vendors in NYC. No, it's not a dream. I actually know someone who got PAID to go to this, and I hate her very, very much.
I was so sad that I couldn't make it to this last year when I was on the east coast. How about this year? A hungry boy can dream. Maybe we once all the dust settles with this taco truck bologna, we can organize one of these things out here!
5.20.2009
I hunted for food.
Food made my day today, and I didn't even get to eat it. Just the thought of it, the possibility of it, got me excited.
I was walking on Veteran just outside of my apartment talking to my lovely girlfriend, Alana, on the phone. I had been sluggish all day. Then, I saw the Kogi truck, that Korean BBQ Taco Truck so loved by this blog, driving down the street. I still haven't gotten to eat one yet, mind you. I've seen it a few times. Once, I showed up a couple minutes too late. So you can imagine my excitement when on a completely regular day, a kind of crappy day even, I see it drive by. Thankfully, there was a red light at Veteran/Gayley, and I got to ask him where he was parking. "Gayley/Kelton," the driver told me. It was so great just to ask him that, to even think the thought, "where is my food going?" I was thrown into a frenzy. I ran inside, got my shoes, and hurried over to the spot. A small crowd had gathered, and someone was parked on Gayley to save a spot for the truck. After pulling off on to Kelton to do what looked like some quick repairs, Kogi pulled into the spot, the driver told everyone that it would only be another five minutes. Ten minutes later, things took a turn for the worse.
The police showed up.
Apparently, it's illegal to park a taco truck less than 100 ft from an intersection, and for some reason, taco trucks can only stay in residential areas for thirty minutes (a law was passed last year that prohibits trucks from parking anywhere for more than an hour). Why wouldn't you want this in front of your house? WHO MADE THS HEINOUS LAW?! I had a fantasy that while the officer was writing the ticket, the Kogi driver would disappear into the back of the truck only to return with a pair of tasty tacos that the officer would then take a bite of, rip up his tickets, and shout, "hey, you guys aren't so bad after all! Tacos all night!" Of course, it didn't happen that way.
The officer wasn't malicious, really. I mean, he understood he was disappointing some people, but he handed the ticket to the driver with a wry smile, calmly explained the laws to him, and told him that he could park somewhere else.
Anyway, the crowd tried to keep the dream alive. We found a potential spot up Veteran. I even tried to get one of my house's parking permits so that it could pull into the huge spot in front of 415 1/2, but the truck never came. I was on the phone with Alana the whole time. "You're like a hunter," she said. "You're chasing your food." I loved hearing that. I mean, not like I was really hunting for the food. I had no idea what was for dinner, nor was I even particularly hungry for it, until the truck passed by. But at that moment, I knew. The decision was made for me. I got hunted, sort of.
Too bad I didn't get to eat one. I didn't get the fairy tale ending. I mean, I could just go to the stationary Kogi and grab some tacos there, but why? One day, my dream will be fulfilled. I will see my dinner driving by, follow it, and get served hot bbq tacos from a truck. It can't happen any other way.
I was walking on Veteran just outside of my apartment talking to my lovely girlfriend, Alana, on the phone. I had been sluggish all day. Then, I saw the Kogi truck, that Korean BBQ Taco Truck so loved by this blog, driving down the street. I still haven't gotten to eat one yet, mind you. I've seen it a few times. Once, I showed up a couple minutes too late. So you can imagine my excitement when on a completely regular day, a kind of crappy day even, I see it drive by. Thankfully, there was a red light at Veteran/Gayley, and I got to ask him where he was parking. "Gayley/Kelton," the driver told me. It was so great just to ask him that, to even think the thought, "where is my food going?" I was thrown into a frenzy. I ran inside, got my shoes, and hurried over to the spot. A small crowd had gathered, and someone was parked on Gayley to save a spot for the truck. After pulling off on to Kelton to do what looked like some quick repairs, Kogi pulled into the spot, the driver told everyone that it would only be another five minutes. Ten minutes later, things took a turn for the worse.
The police showed up.
Apparently, it's illegal to park a taco truck less than 100 ft from an intersection, and for some reason, taco trucks can only stay in residential areas for thirty minutes (a law was passed last year that prohibits trucks from parking anywhere for more than an hour). Why wouldn't you want this in front of your house? WHO MADE THS HEINOUS LAW?! I had a fantasy that while the officer was writing the ticket, the Kogi driver would disappear into the back of the truck only to return with a pair of tasty tacos that the officer would then take a bite of, rip up his tickets, and shout, "hey, you guys aren't so bad after all! Tacos all night!" Of course, it didn't happen that way.
The officer wasn't malicious, really. I mean, he understood he was disappointing some people, but he handed the ticket to the driver with a wry smile, calmly explained the laws to him, and told him that he could park somewhere else.
Anyway, the crowd tried to keep the dream alive. We found a potential spot up Veteran. I even tried to get one of my house's parking permits so that it could pull into the huge spot in front of 415 1/2, but the truck never came. I was on the phone with Alana the whole time. "You're like a hunter," she said. "You're chasing your food." I loved hearing that. I mean, not like I was really hunting for the food. I had no idea what was for dinner, nor was I even particularly hungry for it, until the truck passed by. But at that moment, I knew. The decision was made for me. I got hunted, sort of.
Too bad I didn't get to eat one. I didn't get the fairy tale ending. I mean, I could just go to the stationary Kogi and grab some tacos there, but why? One day, my dream will be fulfilled. I will see my dinner driving by, follow it, and get served hot bbq tacos from a truck. It can't happen any other way.
My 2nd article for Squid Ink
I've been feeling like I can't write anything else until this goes up and the wait is killing me so here, my article on the Westwood froyo wars, I'll link the other one when they post it:
Late last month, the pink and green pastel Pinkberry sign that once beckoned UCLA coeds to the brick arch at 10911 Lindbrook in the Westwood Village was replaced with a sign for the location's new tenant, Yogurtland. Lindbrook is the third Pinkberry location on the Westside to close in the last few months, and the fifth yogurt shop in the village to close in the last year.
The product of an oversaturated market, dwindling hype, and the larger recession, this mass closing of frozen yogurt shops in Southern California (or, "The Great Meltdown," as it has been dubbed by Eater-LA.com) has been lurking on the horizon since the first Pinkberry spawned countless imitators shortly after opening in 2005.
But the Westwood Village has only experienced a partial melt. There, the doors to frozen dessert distributors never really close, they revolve: Red Mango occupies the former Penguins location, the late Berry Nutty was Mr. Snowberry, and Yogurt Express was Haagen Dazs. They come and go, and because they’re soon replaced by a comparable (if not almost indistinguishable) yogurt purveyor, nobody bats an eye. Still, it seemed like Pinkberry, the originator of the Southern California’s tart yogurt craze, would be the exception.
So if name recognition and corporate backing no longer have staying power, what, if anything, does?
Like all of the shop swaps in the village, this latest Yogurtland/Pinkberry replacement reflects the current trend in frozen dessert: self-serve yogurt. When it opens, Yogurtland, which boasts 16 rotating flavors, and 33 toppings, at 30 cents per ounce, will be the second self-serve shop in the village.
Yogurt Express, which sits signless in the former Haagen Dazs spot, next to Urban Outfitters, is currently the only self-serve yogurt shop, and the last independent yogurt shop left in the village. It has six flavors at any one time, and a modest toppings station. Although technically, self-serve yogurt is their gimmick, it’s not what differentiates them.
When describing his business, Yogurt Express’s owner Roel Kusuma searches for the right words, but keeps coming back to the word “feel.” When you walk into the tiny brick shop, you understand why. Roel looks up from his place behind the counter and greets you like an old friend. “It’s about building a community,” he says. And he means it. Of every ten people who walk in, he usually knows the names of at least two. And even though he works from the time the shop opens until the time it closes, his face always glows with energetic welcoming.
And why not? Yogurt Express is a family business. Roel runs the shop with his sister and aunt, and throughout the day, other family members stop by with their kids. “Hey girl!” he says to his two-year-old niece. It’s the same greeting he gave me when I walked in. By keeping things small, within the family, Roel can keep the cost as low as possible and cultivate that “feeling” that keeps people coming back.
“It’s not just about the money,” he says earnestly. “I mean, we need money. But that’s not what it’s about.” What would sound cliché coming from anyone else, is entirely sincere coming from Royal. You really can feel it. Yogurt Express is the place you want to go because it feels good being there. There’s a feeling of familiarity, of participation and community.
And perhaps that’s what’s missing from the Pinkberrys, the Red Mangos, and the Yogurtlands that keeps them opening and closing stores. Everything’s so big that the product, the people serving it, and the people buying it are expendable. You don’t miss them when they’re gone and they don’t miss you.
Yet, because Yogurtland charges 30 cents an ounce, 9 cents less than Yogurt Express, and has more flavors and toppings, the tiny family business is threatened. As always, the Kusuma family remains optimistic.
After all, yogurt into which too much air has been churned melts faster than the same yogurt with more substance.
Late last month, the pink and green pastel Pinkberry sign that once beckoned UCLA coeds to the brick arch at 10911 Lindbrook in the Westwood Village was replaced with a sign for the location's new tenant, Yogurtland. Lindbrook is the third Pinkberry location on the Westside to close in the last few months, and the fifth yogurt shop in the village to close in the last year.
The product of an oversaturated market, dwindling hype, and the larger recession, this mass closing of frozen yogurt shops in Southern California (or, "The Great Meltdown," as it has been dubbed by Eater-LA.com) has been lurking on the horizon since the first Pinkberry spawned countless imitators shortly after opening in 2005.
But the Westwood Village has only experienced a partial melt. There, the doors to frozen dessert distributors never really close, they revolve: Red Mango occupies the former Penguins location, the late Berry Nutty was Mr. Snowberry, and Yogurt Express was Haagen Dazs. They come and go, and because they’re soon replaced by a comparable (if not almost indistinguishable) yogurt purveyor, nobody bats an eye. Still, it seemed like Pinkberry, the originator of the Southern California’s tart yogurt craze, would be the exception.
So if name recognition and corporate backing no longer have staying power, what, if anything, does?
Like all of the shop swaps in the village, this latest Yogurtland/Pinkberry replacement reflects the current trend in frozen dessert: self-serve yogurt. When it opens, Yogurtland, which boasts 16 rotating flavors, and 33 toppings, at 30 cents per ounce, will be the second self-serve shop in the village.
Yogurt Express, which sits signless in the former Haagen Dazs spot, next to Urban Outfitters, is currently the only self-serve yogurt shop, and the last independent yogurt shop left in the village. It has six flavors at any one time, and a modest toppings station. Although technically, self-serve yogurt is their gimmick, it’s not what differentiates them.
When describing his business, Yogurt Express’s owner Roel Kusuma searches for the right words, but keeps coming back to the word “feel.” When you walk into the tiny brick shop, you understand why. Roel looks up from his place behind the counter and greets you like an old friend. “It’s about building a community,” he says. And he means it. Of every ten people who walk in, he usually knows the names of at least two. And even though he works from the time the shop opens until the time it closes, his face always glows with energetic welcoming.
And why not? Yogurt Express is a family business. Roel runs the shop with his sister and aunt, and throughout the day, other family members stop by with their kids. “Hey girl!” he says to his two-year-old niece. It’s the same greeting he gave me when I walked in. By keeping things small, within the family, Roel can keep the cost as low as possible and cultivate that “feeling” that keeps people coming back.
“It’s not just about the money,” he says earnestly. “I mean, we need money. But that’s not what it’s about.” What would sound cliché coming from anyone else, is entirely sincere coming from Royal. You really can feel it. Yogurt Express is the place you want to go because it feels good being there. There’s a feeling of familiarity, of participation and community.
And perhaps that’s what’s missing from the Pinkberrys, the Red Mangos, and the Yogurtlands that keeps them opening and closing stores. Everything’s so big that the product, the people serving it, and the people buying it are expendable. You don’t miss them when they’re gone and they don’t miss you.
Yet, because Yogurtland charges 30 cents an ounce, 9 cents less than Yogurt Express, and has more flavors and toppings, the tiny family business is threatened. As always, the Kusuma family remains optimistic.
After all, yogurt into which too much air has been churned melts faster than the same yogurt with more substance.
5.19.2009
Weekend Fooding
Alana's coming to LA this weekend, we have yet to celebrate Aaron's birthday, Joe worked all week, my second piece for the LA WEEKLY is about to go up, and Ryan graduated - I think a nice group meal at one of LA's new exciting eateries is in order.
Territory BBQ and Records- As indicated by its name, Territory is half restaurant, half record store so I think it'll be the perfect place to satisfy our group's various snobberies. It's brand spanking new, and looking super cool. The Southern BBQ menu includes a catfish sandwich to show they don't fuck around. Sandwiches run $8 with 1 side, "slaw + pickle." Extra sides and desserts are $3. I have my eye on the brisket sandwich and fresh-baked cobbler.
Golden State- The beer/ice cream combination has intrigued and followed me much in the same way it did Doc Rickets in that chapter of Cannery Row: "The idea gagged him but he couldn't let it alone...Once the thing got into your head you couldn't forget it" (Chapter 17). Indeed, it's very yum/gross, very original Iron Chef. But then, Jonathan Gold tasted Golden State's beer float, and wrote this: "a marriage of cold creaminess and explosive fizz, innocent sweetness and a blast of pungent, hoppy bitterness that rides the back of your throat like a cottonmouth on a waterslide" and now I'm irrevocably sold. The menu is mostly $9 burgers and stuff but did I mention the ice cream is from Scoops?
Also, I heard that 7 bone chuck roast is on sale so perhaps we can make some carne machaca because it's delicious and I want my facebook status to be "more beef than east coast/west coast rap."
Territory BBQ and Records- As indicated by its name, Territory is half restaurant, half record store so I think it'll be the perfect place to satisfy our group's various snobberies. It's brand spanking new, and looking super cool. The Southern BBQ menu includes a catfish sandwich to show they don't fuck around. Sandwiches run $8 with 1 side, "slaw + pickle." Extra sides and desserts are $3. I have my eye on the brisket sandwich and fresh-baked cobbler.
Golden State- The beer/ice cream combination has intrigued and followed me much in the same way it did Doc Rickets in that chapter of Cannery Row: "The idea gagged him but he couldn't let it alone...Once the thing got into your head you couldn't forget it" (Chapter 17). Indeed, it's very yum/gross, very original Iron Chef. But then, Jonathan Gold tasted Golden State's beer float, and wrote this: "a marriage of cold creaminess and explosive fizz, innocent sweetness and a blast of pungent, hoppy bitterness that rides the back of your throat like a cottonmouth on a waterslide" and now I'm irrevocably sold. The menu is mostly $9 burgers and stuff but did I mention the ice cream is from Scoops?
Also, I heard that 7 bone chuck roast is on sale so perhaps we can make some carne machaca because it's delicious and I want my facebook status to be "more beef than east coast/west coast rap."
5.04.2009
Food Blog Code of Ethics
Here.
Though we believe that food blogging should be about the sharing first and foremost, we respect the need to protect intellectual property and award real journalism. But because our readership consists of only a handful of friends, I feel it almost absurd to site two lines on EaterLA.com about 31 cent scoop night at Baskin Robins. Stories and recipes from other blogs will continue to be sited.
On photos, if they're bad or just okay, it's safe to assume I took them. If they're good, they were either taken by Aaron, or they will be credited.
Though we believe that food blogging should be about the sharing first and foremost, we respect the need to protect intellectual property and award real journalism. But because our readership consists of only a handful of friends, I feel it almost absurd to site two lines on EaterLA.com about 31 cent scoop night at Baskin Robins. Stories and recipes from other blogs will continue to be sited.
On photos, if they're bad or just okay, it's safe to assume I took them. If they're good, they were either taken by Aaron, or they will be credited.
5.02.2009
swine flu
We here at Live and Active Cultures believe that food brings people together, but did you know it can make you sick too?
Well, certain kinds. There's "food," and then there's food.
Take a gander at this article on The Huffington Post, which links swine flu to industrial pork.
It's simple. I'd rather eat these pigs:
than these pigs:
And those happy pigs trotting outside comfortably will probably fight off any crazy virus before it can mutate into something that can infect humans. Those other porkers won't.
There's "pigs," and then there's pigs (yum).
Well, certain kinds. There's "food," and then there's food.
Take a gander at this article on The Huffington Post, which links swine flu to industrial pork.
It's simple. I'd rather eat these pigs:
than these pigs:
And those happy pigs trotting outside comfortably will probably fight off any crazy virus before it can mutate into something that can infect humans. Those other porkers won't.
There's "pigs," and then there's pigs (yum).
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