Author Archives: Renate Valencia

Chicken wings have come to town

There have been numerous Wing Stop restaurants opening up in my neck of the woods in the last couple of years, and now there is finally one in El Cerrito (340 El Cerrito Plaza).  Wing Stop is not great, but it’s pretty good in terms of tamping down my inner Buffalo wing demon now and then.  The wings are small and pricey, and sometimes the pricing strategy makes no sense, but they are made to order and nice and hot when you take them outta there.  The strips are also good, and you can get them “sauced” just like the wings.  I can speak for the original hot and lemon pepper flavors – both of which are very good.  The mild flavor is just too mild, and the rest, meh, just not my thing. 

Wing Stop’s fries are made from real potatoes with the peel on, and a regular order is very big, with the large being enough for several people if they are also eating wings. 

I am really happy about this addition to the neighborhood, even if it is a chain.  I hope they have not overexpanded and wind up being here awhile.

Finally moving the blog to WordPress

Large TV/stereo set from the 1960s

I finally bit the bullet and am moving the blog part of Akitachow.com to WordPress.  This should be interesting.  Editing the thing to not look like crap will be a challenge, but I’m tired of spending so much time on the technical part of blogging rather than the creative.

Here’s a shot of my mother next to our big-ass TV/stereo in about 1965, just for the fun of it.

On collecting cookbooks

Over the years I’ve collected a number of interesting old cookbooks, many from the 1940’s through the 1970’s, a time when convenience foods, casseroles and cocktail party appetizers were all the rage.  Recipes in these retro cookbooks are often scary.  What, in my opinion, constitutes scary?  Not the liberal use of butter, cream or meat, since all wholesome foods have their rightful place in a healthy diet.  Scary generally means something that does not occur in nature, or something so bastardized it is only a shadow of its former self.  It does not necessarily mean processed, since some processed foods are fine.  Processed just means you are taking something in its raw form and transforming it into something palatable.  Certainly you can take this to the extreme, but you really need to stop and think before you condemn all processed foods.  Take the much-maligned canned meat product, Spam.  I may call a ‘Spam cordon bleu’ recipe scary for its odd use of ingredients, but not because Spam itself is evil.  Spam is, essentially, shoulder pork and ham.  The worst ingredient here is the small amount of sodium nitrite, but this is added to all cured meats, i.e., salami, bacon, in order to keep a nice color and help prevent botulism.  When you compare Spam with a product like Cool Whip, a dessert topping like whipped cream with not a trace of cream (or even milk) but with  hydrogenated oil and high fructose corn syrup, well, Spam starts looking as good as wheatgrass.

Other things from this era that make me fearful are lime Jell-O aspics containing mayonnaise and shredded vegetables.  These materials, in my opinion, should never have been brought together in one mold – ever.  I bring this up because aspics loom large in retro cooking, and some are not to be believed.  The whole appetizing genre during these years is chock full of oddities, for that matter, so if you lay your hands on a cookbook from 1950, be sure to take a gander at the hors d’oeuvres section.

In my mix are retro cooking guides that are completely sane – often to my surprise, since my collection focuses on the unusual.  For example, I have an Elsie the Cow-themed book published by Borden in 1952 that contains mostly classic, if dairy-intense, recipes.  On the other hand, many of the cookbooks and pamphlets published by manufacturers are outrageous in the application of their products, a situation made even worse by the general trend toward convenience during those years.

I have been making an attempt of late to bring publications in from the early 1900’s, opening up a whole world of information in terms of how the culinary world adapted to technological advances, like electricity and gas.  These books date back to an era when refrigeration was new, and many even advise readers that a refrigerator (and we’re not talking a three-door KitchenAid here) is “nice” for a few things, like meat and butter, but “not really necessary.”  There is nothing that brings home the convenience of modern culinary life quicker than reading a chapter on how to store perishable provisions in 1910.

My collection of 1980’s and 1990’s cookbooks is not extensive, but the ones I buy for the hell of it generally have an interesting hook, so you’ll see some of those along with my workhorses, like The Frugal Gourmet series, by and by, as I post about them

I’ll be adding cookbooks as quickly as I am able.  As always, contact me if you would like more information about a particular book.

The high cost of almond paste

When I go to Alaska next month I’ll have time to post the 50 or so back-logged entries I’m holding. While the economy has not been good, it has been great for my line of consulting – which is always feast or famine, but has been more feast since the stimulus plan went into effect. Don’t think of me as taking advantage of the misery of others, think of me as doing my part toward alternative energy sources. ‘Nuff said. I’m glad I’m bringing in money, because Steven picked up a tube of almond paste for me at Lucky and it was NINE dollars! I’m surprised he even bought it because he’s on the frugal side. I told him that I normally buy it elsewhere, and to call me if he is confronted by this kind of price for 7 ounces of ANYTHING. Plus, who the hell needs 7 ounces of something? I am so sick of this downsizing, which makes it difficult to bake, especially, since you need to be precise with ingredients. Even a “quart” of mayo is down to 30 ounces. Anyway, I made pignoli cookies using my friend Tonina’s recipe, which requires a half-pound of almond paste. I love these Italian cookies, which are a bit crisp on the outside but dense, soft and chewy inside. I used to buy them at Franks Bakery on 30th Avenue in Astoria, Queens, when I lived there and they were a real treat, given the price. Tonina still lives in Astoria, and she’s Italian, so she knew exactly what I was talking about when I described the cookie I missed. I am now down to needing one cookie recipe. When I was a grade-schooler, I used to have these flat, leaf-shaped, butter cookies that were coated withchocolate, with the chocolate being thicker in the middle and then thinning as the leaf fanned out. These were to die for, and I have never had them since those days visiting Stork’s Pastry Shop in Whitestone.