Did you know Murray's Cheese shop offers $4 grilled cheeses (with add ons)?? AND did you know that if you get a melt between 3-6pm you can get a FREE scoop of ice cream (while supplies last)???
You know where I'll be on Monday.
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Friday, November 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Macaroni & Cheese... Part 2
recovered from February 2, 2009 @ 9:00pm
Superbowl Sunday = the New Thanksgiving
If Paula Deen, bless her, can eat a stick of butter a day and still live to talk about it, then I don't see why I can't deep-fry my mac & cheese wrapped with bacon... which is precisely what I did. In fact, it was her idea.
First, some photos.
Monterrey Jack, Cheddar, Parmesan and Gruyere
Pouring milk
a roux of butter and flour
whisking in milk
[missing photo of stirring in grated cheese into roux]
elbow macaroni, super al dente
cheesey roux-y macaroni goodness
in the casserole dish, topped with more grated cheese
baked to crispy perfection
the perfect bite
ummm wrapped in bacon and fried.
I am a little embarrassed about it, but only a little because I know some of you out there are envying me. It's really a miracle, especially after this past weekend, that I still fit into my jeans. Not gonna lie though, I have a bit of a tummy now, but it was totally worth it.
Right before my last bite, I felt my heart stop. I'm now eating celery as a small peace offering to my body.
Superbowl Sunday = the New Thanksgiving
If Paula Deen, bless her, can eat a stick of butter a day and still live to talk about it, then I don't see why I can't deep-fry my mac & cheese wrapped with bacon... which is precisely what I did. In fact, it was her idea.
First, some photos.
Monterrey Jack, Cheddar, Parmesan and Gruyere
Pouring milk
a roux of butter and flour
whisking in milk
[missing photo of stirring in grated cheese into roux]
elbow macaroni, super al dente
cheesey roux-y macaroni goodness
in the casserole dish, topped with more grated cheese
baked to crispy perfection
the perfect bite
ummm wrapped in bacon and fried.
I am a little embarrassed about it, but only a little because I know some of you out there are envying me. It's really a miracle, especially after this past weekend, that I still fit into my jeans. Not gonna lie though, I have a bit of a tummy now, but it was totally worth it.
Right before my last bite, I felt my heart stop. I'm now eating celery as a small peace offering to my body.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Macaroni & Cheese... Part 1
As far as I can remember, I've always loved macaroni and cheese. Of course I grew up on Stouffer's frozen mac and cheese that my mom would prepare for me- first microwaved, then in the oven to get the burnt-around-the-edges crunch and flavor. I probably ate some burnt plastic along the way, but I didn't know better.
It was only until, I believe, my junior year of High School when I decided to make a dinner for my friends, that I ever had REAL mac & cheese . It was a whole big ordeal because I was making mostly everything from scratch. I decided on a chicken cordon-bleu-sort-of-dish, and homemade 4-cheese macaroni. I decided to do a test-run with my then-best friend Shirley. She came over one night for a sleepover and we got to shredding what felt like 4 lbs of cheese in my kitchen. My mom would check in every now and then, but it was just us girls and a sense of accomplishment fell over us.
We stayed up until 1am baking this damn thing. But you know what? It was the most glorious mac and cheese I had ever had up until that point. Full from our endeavor and gossip of boys, we fell asleep. I made it again for the actual dinner and while I do not remember the dinner or who was even at my apartment, I recall no one getting sick; and maybe even receiving a few compliments.
I've had some pretty good homemade mac since then: David R. took me to S'mac in the East village in college; Dave B. took me to Nolita House last year; I've taken people to good enough to eat, never disappointing them; last month, Brett S. took a bunch of us to Dumont for their burgers, with M&C as an appetizer; and a couple of weeks ago, my Aunt Bicky invited me out for my cousin Miranda's 10th birthday lunch at Rachel's American Bistro. While I didn't order the mac, Miranda did. and I tasted it. And it was delicious. Much better than my cheeseburger.
The day after, I met up with Marc at the Whitney Museum. While the exhibits were great (Saw the whimsical circus and sculptures by Alexander Calder, William Eggleston's Photographs, and Alex Bag's effed up video), I was starving and excited to go out to dinner. I suggested Chat'N Chew in Union Sq since I heard they had pretty good M&C. I ordered it (he got the burrito), and while it satiated my craving for the time being, I wasn't exactly satisfied; I wanted the kind I had at Nolita House... the kind with bacon.
A few days later, Marc invited me out to dinner with him and his friend, Dan. He wanted a relaxed restaurant with comfort food, so I gave him a list of places that I found to be voted the best of the best. He decided on Westville (the W. Village location). They only had an appetizer of it, but it had bacon; I was a happy camper.
I've been planning on making M&C for the superbowl tomorrow, and one recipe I found is so incredibly decadent, I knew I had to make it. However, I am at home, and sour cream less. So this recipe will actually combine two... Martha Stewart's macaroni & cheese recipe with Paula Deen's twist... fried and wrapped in a slice of bacon. I KNOW, AMAZING!!!
I've altered her recipe in that I halved everything, and excluded the bread pieces.
Martha Stewart’s Creamy Mac & Cheese, The Way I Did It
4 tablespoons (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, plus more for casserole
2 1/2 cups milk
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoons coarse salt, plus more for water
Pinch ground nutmeg
Pinch teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
Pinch teaspoon cayenne pepper
2 1/2 cups Grated Medium Cheddar Cheese
1 cup Grated Monterrey Jack Cheese
1/2 cup of Grated Gruyere
1/4 cup of Grated Parmesan Cheese
10 oz elbow macaroni (a little more than half the box)
1. Preheat oven to 375°F. Butter a 3-quart casserole dish; set aside.
2. Warm the milk in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Melt 4 tablespoons butter in a high-sided skillet over medium heat. When the butter bubbles, add the flour. Cook, stirring, 1 minute.
3. While whisking, slowly pour in the hot milk a little at a time to keep mixture smooth. Continue cooking, whisking constantly, until the mixture bubbles and becomes thick, about 6 minutes
4. Remove the pan from the heat. Stir in salt, nutmeg, black pepper, cayenne pepper, all of the cheese, leaving a cup of cheddar for the topping on the side. Set cheese sauce aside.
5. Cover a large pot of salted water, and bring to a boil. Cook the macaroni until the outside of pasta is cooked and the inside is underdone, 2 to 3 minutes. Transfer the macaroni to a colander, rinse under cold running water, and drain well. Stir the macaroni into the reserved cheese sauce.
6. Pour the mixture into the prepared dish. Sprinkle the remaining cheese. Bake until golden brown, about 30 minutes.
It was only until, I believe, my junior year of High School when I decided to make a dinner for my friends, that I ever had REAL mac & cheese . It was a whole big ordeal because I was making mostly everything from scratch. I decided on a chicken cordon-bleu-sort-of-dish, and homemade 4-cheese macaroni. I decided to do a test-run with my then-best friend Shirley. She came over one night for a sleepover and we got to shredding what felt like 4 lbs of cheese in my kitchen. My mom would check in every now and then, but it was just us girls and a sense of accomplishment fell over us.
We stayed up until 1am baking this damn thing. But you know what? It was the most glorious mac and cheese I had ever had up until that point. Full from our endeavor and gossip of boys, we fell asleep. I made it again for the actual dinner and while I do not remember the dinner or who was even at my apartment, I recall no one getting sick; and maybe even receiving a few compliments.
I've had some pretty good homemade mac since then: David R. took me to S'mac in the East village in college; Dave B. took me to Nolita House last year; I've taken people to good enough to eat, never disappointing them; last month, Brett S. took a bunch of us to Dumont for their burgers, with M&C as an appetizer; and a couple of weeks ago, my Aunt Bicky invited me out for my cousin Miranda's 10th birthday lunch at Rachel's American Bistro. While I didn't order the mac, Miranda did. and I tasted it. And it was delicious. Much better than my cheeseburger.
The day after, I met up with Marc at the Whitney Museum. While the exhibits were great (Saw the whimsical circus and sculptures by Alexander Calder, William Eggleston's Photographs, and Alex Bag's effed up video), I was starving and excited to go out to dinner. I suggested Chat'N Chew in Union Sq since I heard they had pretty good M&C. I ordered it (he got the burrito), and while it satiated my craving for the time being, I wasn't exactly satisfied; I wanted the kind I had at Nolita House... the kind with bacon.
A few days later, Marc invited me out to dinner with him and his friend, Dan. He wanted a relaxed restaurant with comfort food, so I gave him a list of places that I found to be voted the best of the best. He decided on Westville (the W. Village location). They only had an appetizer of it, but it had bacon; I was a happy camper.
I've been planning on making M&C for the superbowl tomorrow, and one recipe I found is so incredibly decadent, I knew I had to make it. However, I am at home, and sour cream less. So this recipe will actually combine two... Martha Stewart's macaroni & cheese recipe with Paula Deen's twist... fried and wrapped in a slice of bacon. I KNOW, AMAZING!!!
I've altered her recipe in that I halved everything, and excluded the bread pieces.
Martha Stewart’s Creamy Mac & Cheese, The Way I Did It
4 tablespoons (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, plus more for casserole
2 1/2 cups milk
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoons coarse salt, plus more for water
Pinch ground nutmeg
Pinch teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
Pinch teaspoon cayenne pepper
2 1/2 cups Grated Medium Cheddar Cheese
1 cup Grated Monterrey Jack Cheese
1/2 cup of Grated Gruyere
1/4 cup of Grated Parmesan Cheese
10 oz elbow macaroni (a little more than half the box)
1. Preheat oven to 375°F. Butter a 3-quart casserole dish; set aside.
2. Warm the milk in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Melt 4 tablespoons butter in a high-sided skillet over medium heat. When the butter bubbles, add the flour. Cook, stirring, 1 minute.
3. While whisking, slowly pour in the hot milk a little at a time to keep mixture smooth. Continue cooking, whisking constantly, until the mixture bubbles and becomes thick, about 6 minutes
4. Remove the pan from the heat. Stir in salt, nutmeg, black pepper, cayenne pepper, all of the cheese, leaving a cup of cheddar for the topping on the side. Set cheese sauce aside.
5. Cover a large pot of salted water, and bring to a boil. Cook the macaroni until the outside of pasta is cooked and the inside is underdone, 2 to 3 minutes. Transfer the macaroni to a colander, rinse under cold running water, and drain well. Stir the macaroni into the reserved cheese sauce.
6. Pour the mixture into the prepared dish. Sprinkle the remaining cheese. Bake until golden brown, about 30 minutes.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Une Grenouille Dans La Théière (A Frog in the Teapot)
Our Friday in Montreal consisted of "getting lost" and getting food, which I think is a wonderful way to explore a city, as experienced a couple of weekends ago with Mike and Saela. Another way I like to see a new city (with public transportation), is to pick a stop on a transit map, go there and look around. It worked quite well in Vienna and I got a really good sense of 'Wein' in the day and a half I was there.
So in Montreal, Stephen, Bobby and I rode the Metro and chose Jean-Talon, a random spot north of where we were. It was also a station where you could transfer to another line, which made me think it might be a busy part of town, albeit less-touristy. Where we ended up was more like Steinway St in Queens, and less like Atlantic Ave in Brooklyn. However, there was a silver lining:
Une Grenouille dans la Théière (or Salon de Thé, if you will) is a calm albeit adorable little shop, that is serious about tea. The menu book is about 8 pages long (not one word in English) that list various types of tea (astray from the usual Earl Grey or Oolong, but they are included as well).
menu book, actually bound like a book
Stephen, Bobby and I were thankful for this little shop on rue Saint-Hubert because we had just walked down blocks and blocks of clothing stores- the kind you may find in Chelsea, or the garment district of NY, but with no way out. If we were looking for wedding dresses or cheap bags, then this may have been a goldmine, however neither of us are brides-to-be. Nevertheless, the Salon de Thé was quiet and cozy. We had a very pretty server/cashier who spoke some English. I ordered a Chai, though I wish I ordered a thé blanc (white tea) because then I would've gotten a little teapot of my own (which they sold in dozens of colors, and I was tempted to get.) They also sold tea leaves/blooms, jam, books and gorgeous ceramics.
We also got scones. I ordered un scone de fromage (cheese scone, which was like a rich man's version of Red Lobster's Cheddar Bay Biscuits), Steph- a scone de canneberge (cranberry) and Bobby- a scone aux épices (Spice). Luckily for us, we went at the right time because there is apparently a tea & scone special for $6.50 from 4-6:30pm -which we only found out when we paid our l'additions (checks).
scone de fromage
Then Steph broke the bathroom sink and we jetted out of that place faster than you can say Bon Appétit.
So in Montreal, Stephen, Bobby and I rode the Metro and chose Jean-Talon, a random spot north of where we were. It was also a station where you could transfer to another line, which made me think it might be a busy part of town, albeit less-touristy. Where we ended up was more like Steinway St in Queens, and less like Atlantic Ave in Brooklyn. However, there was a silver lining:
Une Grenouille dans la Théière (or Salon de Thé, if you will) is a calm albeit adorable little shop, that is serious about tea. The menu book is about 8 pages long (not one word in English) that list various types of tea (astray from the usual Earl Grey or Oolong, but they are included as well).
menu book, actually bound like a book
Stephen, Bobby and I were thankful for this little shop on rue Saint-Hubert because we had just walked down blocks and blocks of clothing stores- the kind you may find in Chelsea, or the garment district of NY, but with no way out. If we were looking for wedding dresses or cheap bags, then this may have been a goldmine, however neither of us are brides-to-be. Nevertheless, the Salon de Thé was quiet and cozy. We had a very pretty server/cashier who spoke some English. I ordered a Chai, though I wish I ordered a thé blanc (white tea) because then I would've gotten a little teapot of my own (which they sold in dozens of colors, and I was tempted to get.) They also sold tea leaves/blooms, jam, books and gorgeous ceramics.
We also got scones. I ordered un scone de fromage (cheese scone, which was like a rich man's version of Red Lobster's Cheddar Bay Biscuits), Steph- a scone de canneberge (cranberry) and Bobby- a scone aux épices (Spice). Luckily for us, we went at the right time because there is apparently a tea & scone special for $6.50 from 4-6:30pm -which we only found out when we paid our l'additions (checks).
scone de fromage
Then Steph broke the bathroom sink and we jetted out of that place faster than you can say Bon Appétit.
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