For some reason, chug dairy bottles have been ticking me off for the past few days. When I first saw them, I thought, “Great! If you drop it, nothing will spill.” Is it just me, or do these things drip all over in the afterpour? It also gets all gummy around the threads of the bottle where excess product hangs out. Then when you twist off the top the next time, all that dried gunk flakes off on your countertop. The form is nice but the function leaves something to be desired. I hate those kinds of “improvements!”
Yearly Archives: 2006
Chicken mole
I threw together a chicken mole the other day, loosely using a barbequed ribs recipe passed along to us in cooking school. The base recipe produces a dark, sweet-hot result that needs only a bit of tweaking to turn out something most people familiar with mole would recognize. Check out the recipe and see what you think. I made some cornbread to go with it. Though using a cast iron skillet yields an excellent product, it is also nice to use an earthenware dish. It looks good when you serve it, too, if you are willing to give up some of the crunchy goodness.
Chicken Mole
Place the following, quantities to taste, in a large bowl or other receptacle that is hand-blender friendly, meaning deep enough not to splatter sauce when you turn on the juice:
Cilantro, stems and all, rough cut
Green onions (scallions to you, East Coast), rough cut
Parsley, stems and all, rough cut
Garlic, chopped
Soy sauce
Black bean paste
Chili paste
Dijon mustard
Maple syrup
Chilis in adobo sauce (careful – this canned product is HOT)
Dried chilis (I use an assortment – whatever I have on hand)
Orange juice
Dried figs, rough cut*
Apple cider vinegar
Unsweetened cocoa powder*
Lemon rind
Garlic powder
Onion powder
Cumin (ground or seeds)
Thyme (dried, ground is fine)
Marjoram (dried, ground is fine)
Mustard powder
Using a hand blender, bring mass to sauce consistency. There should be some substance left – but no big chunks. Add water if you need to but do not allow the sauce to become runny. Rub sauce onto and into a whole chicken and roast. I like to use a cazuela. You can use chicken pieces, if you prefer.
Omit the figs and cocoa and use pork butt to make fabulous carnitas. Just be sure to slow-roast the meat in a heavy pan and press a sheet of foil on top – but do not seal the pan. Remove the foil for the last hour of cooking.
Trip to the SF Ferry Building
Daimo for Breakfast
Today Steve and I took our Mothers to Daimo (3288A Pierce Street, Richmond) for some BBQ duck. Daimo is a big, noisy comfortable place situated outside Pacific East Mall. The menu is broad but heavily Cantonese. Dim sum, noodles, BBQ, congee — like that.
Now, when Daimo’s BBQ duck is good, it is REALLY good. It’s meaty and fragrant and served atop soybeans that quickly become bathed in duck fat as the meal progresses.
We rarely order BBQ duck anywhere else since it never measures up.
Given that celebrating an event and not worrying about saturated fat are synonymous in my family, we also ordered pig knuckles; Matthew’s upcoming graduation was more than enough to justify this plateful of sin.
Elaine and Matthew don’t go for knuckles, but my Mom, Steven and I were in stiff competition for a fair share of this gelatinous delight.
If you are in the area before 11 a.m. on a weekday, they have a great breakfast special that includes an item of your choice and a big bowl of congee (rice porridge) for around 6 bucks. The item of my choice is always the steamed pork dumpling, which is a huge triangle of sticky rice stuffed with pork and salted duck egg and then steamed in a lotus leaf. I would not suggest this meal to a person on a low glycemic diet, but it is tasty and will sustain you for hours if you are headed to nearby Costco.
Matthew’s High School Grad Bash
Tonight we had the main bash for graduate Matthew at Albany Community Center, where we rented one of the rooms. Man, the rules. Brutal. It costs, too.
We schlepped in prepared food from 99 Ranch Market (3288 Pierce Street, Richmond). They don’t deliver, so we had to go get it. Matthew made some great selections, and a number of our Asian guests were pleasantly surprised to see fried belt fish and curry fish balls on the buffet, though I can’t say the same for the Caucasians.
The price more than made up for the must-pick-up situation.
Everything worked without a hitch. We had choreographed well in advance and also had an extra set of hands in the form of one Uncle Bill. Bill made it clear that he wanted to be a worker bee and not a planner.
We needed to decorate quickly due to cutthroat policies employed by the City of Albany in their facility rental operation. We nabbed the food at 99 Ranch and the coffee at Peet’s after preliminary work.
The sound system — a set of powered speakers and three iPods — was brought over in our initial trip, so I hooked that up while my Mom handled decorations, tablecloths and chip and dip setups.
Meantime, Steve went to BevMo to get ice for a massive soda operation. Soda had been delivered to the house by Safeway and stored in the garage. Soda is about the only thing I would trust Safeway with in terms of home delivery. The few times I tried their delivery service it was a mess. I didn’t get things I paid for and got things I didn’t pay for and didn’t want. I don’t want 6 egg custard pies in lieu of a prime rib.
There was the matter of those horrible foil chafing dishes. We had to have them ready when the food arrived. We had nine, and they required their own trip over in our Civic because their wire frames are so large and they don’t nest.
After this experience I can appreciate why people have SUVs.
The only thing that was crap, in terms of ingredients — other than the soda and some of the chip-like substances — was the chocolate cake. It was from Costco and loaded with trans fat. If there was any butter in that cake at all I wouldn’t know because I fell asleep reading the list of ingredients before I ever got to it. Note on 12/3/12: Costco has since removed trans fat from their All-American Cake — the one we had at this party
Matt and his friends had a great time, and we all keeled over at midnight.