Eating San Francisco

A few years ago, I was in San Francisco and had a pretty decent time. I was locked up in Alcatraz, I broke some laws on Castro Street, I ate some Chinese food, I saw some big otter-like critters, you know, the important things. But beyond a quick long weekend, I’ve never spent much more time there, or really ever considered it to be a high-priority city to explore.

I was pretty darn fortunate though, as a work conference crated me up and shipped me out to the other coast for a week, and Gabe tagged along for a few days of it!

Doughnut Eating

Doughnut Devouring at Dynamo Donuts.

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Mi Kapusta, y Su Kapusta?

Apparently posting regularly was not a New Year’s resolution. Alas, I have returned and am hunkering down to the world of writing once again.

The last week or so, I’ve been in a bit of a lul in the kitchen. With Gabe out of town, and me finally working on some of that whole relaxing thing, I just haven’t had much motivation to get crazy. But today, it all changed. Maybe it was my welcome home cocktail today, or maybe it was my third cup of coffee in the office. Either way, I worked it out today.

Knowing that my CSA order is coming tonight, I figured it made sense to use up as much of the produce in the fridge as possible. I bought a head of organic red cabbage a few days ago waiting for the special moment since who doesn’t love some good cabbage? Ok, maybe I’m weird, but it’s comfort food for me. My good ol’ Polish Catholic roots raised me on this stinky, sour delicacy, so devouring a heaping plate always brings me back.

So I started by shredding it up.

Then after getting a good shred, I moved onto **tears** shredding a  red onion. And just my luck, this guy was right on the edge of getting bad so was extra pungent.

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If only I ate meat…

Man, oh man. It’s been almost 7 years since I gave up meat (except for the fishies) and I rarely look back. But sometimes there are just those smells that push you over the top. And a new meat-crush is prosciutto. I decided this weekend that the main draw to it has to do with the fact that it is cool, kinda trendy (but not quite bacon), a tad exotic and it’s something I have never consumed.. even in the days where I ate the flesh.

Of course I have my regular meat crushes (Arby’s roast beef.. i know, gross), but I haven’t given in, even once… and have no plan to do so. But this weekend when I was cooking up appetizers for my cookie exchange, the smell of prosciutto really got me. I was cooking some of the Italian saltiness up for my prosciutto meatballs and I was going crazy! So what do I do in this instance? I just make everyone around me eat the darn things and explain the taste to me. Kinda lame, I know. Let’s hope I can find some sort of flavor replication (I’m not too optimistic since liquid smoke can only go so far.)

Prosciutto Meatball

I’ll say this, I made dozens and dozens and dozens of cookies (way too many) and other appetizers. But the only thing that completely disappeared were these fleshy, smoky balls. Oh yeah, and I had like 60 of them from the get go. I guess I have a new meaty go-to recipe for folks.

Side note — do people think it’s weird that although a dedicated pesci– that I am alright with cooking meat for others? I mean, I made 5 appetizers altogether, and only one had meat — I just like to make sure everyone has lots of stomach-filling things to eat while at my house.