Manhattan Minimilalist Meal Número Uno

After an hour being stuck on the George Washington Bridge in the most epic of traffic jams (with such features as several semis cutting across four lanes of traffic) we finally got into the city, said screw it and parked the car in a garage for the night carrying what we could on our backs like slightly lighter skinned and lighter dressed sherpas, threw the carryings in our bedroom, hopped on the subway and had dinner at Carmine's with some family of Andy's that happened to be in town. Apparently they are known there for their massive portions for eating family style. We were an hour late for dinner, but there was still tons of scrumptious chow left, such as antipasto salad that was full of fat green and kalamata olives with little peperoncinis that burst in your mouth like flavor crystals, embarassingly squirting soppy juice on you. So technically first meal here was covered, with some leftovers to spare.

peanut butter + flax + sunflower seed + honey

Today we got the car from the garage, drove around in circles, watched a USPS truck almost get stuck, and unloaded all the rest of my crap. I had little to no desire to start cooking anything just yet, the knives, and my hand joints both need a rest. I made quick and dirty energy bite.

the supplies, sans that bottle of peach schnapps... not mine.

So most of what the pantry consists of is a massive tub of peanut butter, a box of Element Bars, many rices, beans, spices, and dehydrated things. I unfortunately forgot my smoothie additions in my mom's fridge, but those can easily be replaces... I do really want some Japanese green tea right now, dang.

Well, though lunch consisted of a bowl of bird seed and nut butter, dinner will be much more rich since we are going to Epicerie Boulud for dinner to kill 3 birds with one stone: eating, researching/spying on my possible new job, and hitting up Bed, Bath, and Beyond to get some bed lifts, because organizing a Manhattan apartment is like a large game of tetris.

Huzzah!

Broke Beans

Beans + Rice + Wine

Highly recommend a cast iron skillet.

For Emily, mah Sistah Bear.

Gather some:
Onion
Garlic
Red bell pepper
Cilantro- finely chopped or chiffonade if you want to be fancy
Lime or Lime juice
Vegetable broth
Olive or canola oil.

Optional additions:
Canned tomato
Tofu cubes
If using dried beans, soak them over night in 3:1 water to bean ratio.

Place drained beans in a pot, cover with water. Bring to a boil, simmer for several hours until tender. This is great to do ahead in large batches and then freeze the remaining beans in ziplock bags for future use.

Cook rice in another pot, 2:1 rice to water ratio, or 3:1 if using brown or wild rice. Place rice in pot, cover with water, bring to a boil, cover, lower heat to a simmer.

Meanwhile, julienne onion, mince garlic, as much of each as you like.

Roast bell pepper over a burner with a fork or tongs until blackened and peel off skin (when cooled!). Julienne or dice.

Heat a large pot (2-4 quarts depending how much rice and beans you are making). Add small amount of oil, then add onions, stirring often. Salt the onions well to draw out excess moisture and caramelize them. When they are translucent, add garlic stirring often to prevent burning.

Deglaze pot with some of your red wine (about 1/2-1c). Deglazing is, essentially, using a liquid to remove all the caramelized sugars from the bottom of a pot/pan and incorporate them into a sauce. Scrape all the lovely brown bits from the bottom and stir. Add your bell pepper, drained tomatoes (if using) and simmer roughly 10 minutes to cook off that raw alcohol flavor. Keep an eye on it so as not to over reduce.

Even if you're poor, you can still be punk.

Add your cooked rice and beans, cilantro, and some vegetable stock to this mess. Cook 8-10 minutes until most of the liquid is absorbed, season with salt and pepper. Pour another (I assume you've had several by now) glass of wine, scoop some mess in a bowl, or coffee mug, and enjoy. Post-punk-poverty cuisine at its finest!

xoxo

I highly recommend, for anyone who is just getting into their cooking-jammies, to find/borrow/purchase/don't steal the book The Tassajara Cookbook. This will really help with knife skills and grain/legume cookery.

Happy rainy Tuesday!

Ghetto Italiano

I don't eat pasta a lot. It's carby, starchy, makes me feel bloaty and have a headache, but damn when I got a hankering you just gotta scratch that itch. The night before last I was about to meet up with the crew at my main lady's place, but I needed that quick fix. Pasta del Pobre!

Boil some water, small pot, or if you're really that hungry I guess you could grab that huge ass one, but remember your water will take longer to boil.

Salt your water. This is essential. Italians believe your pasta water should be salty as ocean water, probably because that's what them old codgers were using back in the day when they decided noodles would be a good idea. Also, I like to add a little olive oil to my water. I feel it helps prevent clumpy noodles.

Ok. Noodles done yet? I used whole wheat fetuccini, but use whatever pasta speaks to you. When those pups are al dente, drain off the water and throw about 1-2 tsp Earth Balance and about 3 tsp minced garlic in the drained pot with the noodles.

Sautee for a minuto or dos and add next a little bit of tomato paste, basil, oregano, parsley, and marjoram. Toss together til all the noodles are covered in tomate and herb. Then the crowning glory: top with Daiya Mozzarella. Enjoy!

5 ingredients, 30 min, 2 seconds (to inhale).

This is also something quick you can improvise to bulk it out to be more than a fancy snack. Try adding chiffonade basil leaves, mushrooms, spinach, anything really. Maybe one of these days I'll give you my tofu-ball recipe. I'll have to think about it ;-)

Love love love! Keep eatin and keep readin (don't forget to cook once in awhile)