Olive oil This is best cooked in a 12-inch nonstick fry pan but a smaller one will do. 1. Heat under medium heat a good amount olive oil to thickly coat pan. Add tomatoes and onions. 2. Turn heat down after 10 minutes to low and add all ingredients but sake; cover and cook for 1 hour, stirring occasionally. 3. After one hour remove cover and add sake - taste and add more salt if necessary and turn heat to medium - cook until all sake has evaporated and turn heat down to low and cook about 5 minutes stirring to keep mixture from sticking. 4. Serve in bowl - schmeer on thick sliced bread or if you can control yourself, refrigerate leftovers and serve as a sandwich spread Paul Mones @ 2013 |
Oddities and Obsessions
Oddities and Obsessions
The Care and Feeding of a Shellfishaholic
Hi, I'm Dave and I'm a shellfishaholic. My wife wants me to stop
writing about shellfish because they aren't everyone's cup of tea. But
I can't resist the temptation. When we were in Boston recently, the one
restaurant I had to visit was the Union Oyster House.
While Michael and Michelle rested at the hotel, I snuck away and
happily indulged in a dozen oysters and a bowl of clam chowder.
Today
at the Santa Monica Farmers' Market, Carlsbad Aquafarm had fresh
oysters, clams, mussels, and live abalone. I wanted to buy everything.
I showed some restraint. I only bought the oysters and clams.
A
nice thing about shellfish is they keep in the refrigerator for several
days as long as you follow a couple of suggestions. Oysters need to be
stacked in a bowl with the rounded part of the shell down, so the
oyster sits in its own liquid. Clams will drown if they're submerged in
water. Save a plastic basket
that comes with strawberries. Cut it in half, put it on the bottom of a
bowl and the clams on top. That will keep the clams above any water
they spit out while they're waiting in the refrigerator.
Top Ramen
I've been trying to convince my sons that ramen is good for them. They're both living on their
own. They are serious about eating healthily and keeping to a budget.
They keep down their costs by avoiding processed foods and fast food
joints. They shop at Costco and buy in bulk.
Which is why I've been trying to get them to think about ramen. A package costs under $1.00 and if you make your own soup and add farmers' fresh vegetables, you'll have an economical, nutritious meal.
The problem is when they were kids they ate lots of Cup O'Noodles and Instant Ramen with hot water flavored with artificially flavored soup packets. In no way am I talking about that.
Tracking down a better kind of ramen takes a small amount of work. The local supermarket may only have Top Ramen which is ok but not preferred. If you live in an area with Asian markets, you'll find a wider selection of brands. In Los Angeles, we have Chinese, Vietnamese, Japanese, and (my favorite) Korean markets where there are so many choices there's a ramen aisle.
Coffee Fix
My husband and I managed to miss the whole coffee craze. Up until a few years ago I had never had a full cup – try to restrain your horror – and he would have one only when desperate for caffeine. If it was past 10 in the morning he'd move right past a morning cup and reach for a Mountain Dew instead. All that changed one fateful trip to New England where we were introduced to Dunkin' Donuts. Sure, we knew they made good donuts, but apparently their pastry treats were not the reason for the lines cascading out the door. It was for their coffee, which we didn't hold high hopes for.
For all you DD fanatics, we weren't stupid, we just live in Southern California and we aren't privileged enough to have a single store in our region. Back then if we wanted to "Run on Dunkin" we had to drive 7 hours to Arizona. Coming from a region dominated by Starbucks, Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and Seattle's Best, we had pretty low expectations of a "donut shop" coffee. Wow, were we wrong. From the first burning sip – coffee is hot – to the last we just couldn't believe how delicious it was. Or understand how they kept it hot for sooooo long. We had found our java heroin and there was no going back.
The Shroud of Tamago
Last year, a few weeks before Christmas, a gnarly mole on my shoulder was deemed ‘highly suspicious’ by my dermatologist. Although the biopsy results weren’t in yet, I prepared for the worst. Death. Just two months shy
of my fortieth birthday a growth the size of a peanut was going to take me out –
rob the world of all I had to offer it, and rob me of the third season of Jersey
Shore. With death imminent I needed to get
my affairs in order. There was a lot to do: sort out my will and testament;
cancel my Netflix membership; and, most importantly, guarantee a good turnout
at my funeral.
The funeral part was tricky – trouble was I’d been a bit snippy all year. Annoyed some people. Burned some bridges. If I didn't make amends quickly there was a good chance I was getting buried with just the gravediggers in attendance. In need of a quick way to redeem myself with everyone I had pissed off, I decided to send out Christmas cards. I’d never done it before, but a joyful holiday greeting featuring a jolly Santa and his elves wrapping glittery presents seemed the perfect way to remind everyone of my wonderfulness. Cards, address book and pen in hand, I dipped in to a new sushi restaurant in the neighborhood to grab lunch and pen my final correspondence to loved ones.
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