• 19Dec

    boniatoThanksgiving is a while past, but I’m still reaping the rewards of my slightly warped culinary imagination. In the lead-up to All Glutton’s Eve, I pondered how to make my volunteered dish – mashed sweet potatoes – less generic and predictable. As usual the farmers market provided inspiration, this time in the form of cheaper-than-yams boniata.

    Boniato (plural -a) is a white-fleshed, pink-skinned tuber, common in Caribbean and Central American cuisines. Since I was cooking for people other than myself, I decided to make this dish for myself before the big day. Good choice!

    In my initial go, I thought it’d be fun to add some spice to the mash, and added jalapenos and a splash of cider vinegar: due to an underestimation of the available peppers’ strength, this turned out to be too hot for even me to eat. Luckily, it makes a fantastic alternative condiment in like fajitas or burritos. I also learned that boniata are gummier than ‘regular’ sweet potatoes, and a bit drier too.

    Deciding to tone this all down for a wider audience (who were probably less interested in garnish than starchy goodness), I made a couple more attempts before the final version, and ended up with a delicious one. Subtler in flavor than yellow sweet potatoes, and with a texture somewhere between the more common (orange) sweet potatoes and yucca, the boniato mash made a lovely addition to the Thanksgiving table. Leaving the skin on punctuates the dish with color and a little extra textural interest.

    What I used:

    6 boniata, well scrubbed
    2 jalapeno peppers (optional)
    2 cloves garlic (I wish I’d thought of roasting these, but it was good this way too)
    About 2 cups whole milk
    About 1/2 stick unsalted butter
    Salt
    White pepper
    Nutmeg

    What I did:

    Cut up the boniata and place immediately in a pot of lightly salted water (they start to discolor quickly in the air). Bring the water to a boil, then reduce heat to medium. Boil until boniata are tender enough to mash (about 10-15 minutes). While that’s going, chop up your spices and measure out your milk and butter.

    Now, drain the boniato and return them to the pot, mashing in the butter and then milk (adjust ammounts to your preferred consistency, but bear in mind: it gets gummier when cool!). Add a pinch of nutmeg, white pepper to taste (I used about 1/3 tsp), the peppers if you’re using them, and your garlic. Once that’s all mashed together, taste. Adjust seasonings as needed. Serve immediately.

    This mash will keep a good while in the fridge, but again, bear in mind: it does dry out more than orange sweet potato mash, and gets gummier when cold. Still, a delicious leftover lunch!

    – MAW

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  • 16Dec

    Patricia McNamee of Sweet Green was nice enough to share this recipe. Thanks Patricia!

    -JAY

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    Sweetgreen Xmas SaladSweetgreen’s Holiday Quinoa Salad


    Red & White Quinoa with balsamic roasted sweet potatoes, roasted beets & kale, dried

    cranberries, toasted almonds & chives.


    Salad Ingredients:

    1 cup red quinoa (rinsed)

    1 cup white quinoa (rinsed)

    1 large sweet potato, diced small

    1 large red beet, diced into cubes

    1 bunch Kale- flat leaf

    2 tablespoons of dried cranberries

    ½ cup toasted almonds

    Squeeze of fresh lemon

    Extra Virgin Olive oil

    1 cup balsamic vinegar

    Freshly chopped parsley or basil

    Garlic Salt

    Pepper to taste

    ½ pound of baby arugula or baby spinach

    Bring 4 cups of water to a boil. Add the rinsed quinoa.

    Lower heat to a simmer and let cook until the water is absorbed (about 15 minutes). About 5 minutes before it is done.

    Remove from the heat and fluff the quinoa with a fork. Allow Quinoa to cool in large separate bowl.

    Coat sweet potatoes and beets with balsamic vinegar and roast in oven at 375 degrees for 45 minutes. Then add to quinoa mixture

    De-stem the kale and cut into ribbons ½ inch thick. Add to warm quinoa mixture. The heat from the quinoa will wilt the quinoa.

    Add cranberries, toasted almonds, parsely or basil. Give it a squeeze of fresh lemon, drizzle with a little olive oil and a splash of balsamic vinegar.

    Add garlic salt and pepper.

    You can either mix in a handful of baby arugula or spinach.

  • 14Dec

    Blue Bottle CafeIt’s well established that DCFüd likes coffee. In particular, we like good coffee, strong coffee, and entertaining methods of coffee production – preferably all together. It should come as no surprise, then, that during a recent visit to San Francisco, I spent more than a little time at the Blue Bottle Café, first on my hotel concierge’s recommendation, and then because it was good.

    Hidden in a courtyard which is not actually ‘on’ Mint Street, between Mission and Jessie Streets, it took me a few minutes to find the café. The space is bright and lively, with big tall windows and frankly awkward counter-in-the-middle seating. All the bubbling siphon pots make for a lovely science-lab feel I love. The menu, which changes regularly, is limited, especially since on my first visit they were out of eggs. At noon on a Saturday, this stuck me as especially poor form. The baristas were a mixed bag – but I won’t lie: the super attractive guy who gave me a free extra espresso shot in my au lait may have in fact been nicer than the girl who looked like she was chewing old lemons, but who can say?

    Lacking eggs, I ordered the a waffle and siphon pot of coffee. The coffee was good, but I hate that it’s served in tall thin glasses (see above). Pretty, yes, but not a good vessel from which to enjoy hot beverage. It’s possible that this inappropriate delivery contributed to my ambivalence about the coffee. The waffle was also very pretty, and good, but came ‘pre-dressed’ with powdered sugar, maple syrup, and too much butter for my taste. Prices are pretty standard for San Francisco – I paid $13.50 for this, the standard coffee is $2.30, and special iced coffees which I had on subsequent visits were $3.50. It’s all better than Starbucks.

    After breakfast, I decided to grab one of the Kyoto iced coffee things to go, since the cute barista said it was good and strong. It was both. Actually, it was phenomenal: super-strong, with a woody flavor like bourbon frozen over pure darkness. If I had any idea how to make this, I would never come down.

    On my next visit, I sat at the small section of counter facing the ‘kitchen,’ which was much more comfortable, and I got to watch the mayhem back there for added entertainment. I ordered the polenta. It was tasty, but I’m not sure what makes it ‘polenta’ instead of grits. The consistency was more pea soup than anything. The pancetta garnish is the delicious but rubbery, and there was not enough of it. My companion had the toast with jam. The jam was great, but the gorgeous-looking inch-thick toast is pretty much just white bread. In the end, everything does come back to the coffee: my au lait is stellar. The second was even better, since that’s where the extra espresso shot went.

    All in all, Blue Bottle Café is a good place to grab a coffee to go (especially the Kyoto one), or maybe to have a very quick sit-down bite. Or to meet a blind date. Actually, this is a great blind-date location: the seating is not comfortable enough for too much lingering – you have ample excuse to bail out quickly or to suggest a more intimate venue, should you be so lucky. Plus, the coffee is good and the food passable and not so heavy you’ll worry about looking a pig.

    And yes, I lied in the first paragraph. I didn’t actually spend much time in the Blue Bottle Café, but rather drinking beverages from it.

    Blue Bottle Café
    66 Mint St.,
    San Francisco, CA, 94103

    MAW

  • 07Dec

    This review was written by DCFüd contributors Liz G. and Carl T. – MAW


    As part of the ongoing yuppification of Mt. Vernon Triangle, Taylor Gourmet has opened up a new storefront in the City Vista building, next door to the newest Busboys & Poets and around the corner from the Urban Lifestyle Safeway. Taylor draws its inspiration from the hoagies* served in Philly — and trucks in its bread every day from the City of Brotherly Love.Taylor

    Taylor’s menu divides its hoagies into three categories: specialties, cold cut hoagies, and chicken cutlets. We sampled a few of the offerings at a recent visit.

    We were very impressed that they are the first place either of us has seen to offer Boylan’s soda on tap. Boylan’s sodas are sweetened with cane sugar, not high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS), which should delight those of you who can taste the difference. (My med school biochem professor almost goes into an apoplectic fit when he rails about the corn lobby’s “evilness” and how HFCS will give you diabetes and make you fat, so I defer to his professional judgment on that topic.) We had the ginger ale, which our tasting notes indicate was “nice and gingery, but not overpowering.”

    The Callowhill Street comes from the “Specialties” menu and has meatballs dressed with marinara and provolone. Some might call this a meatball grinder. It’s a good way of testing out a sub shop, because a careless joint can easily screw it up with soggy bread, watery sauce, or bland meatballs. The meatballs in the Callowhill were peppery (maybe a little too peppery) but balanced overall. The bread stood up well to the marinara sauce, remaining crisp and firm even after it patiently waited for us to photograph it. We were a bit disappointed at the parsimonious serving of provolone — instead of being melted over the sauce, there were just a handful of small flakes dusted on top. Other than that, though, it was a tasty example of the genre.

    The Delaware Avenue is a fried chicken cutlet with roasted red peppers, red onion, and Gorgonzola. The cutlet was pressed flat and nicely fried, with a good crunchy exterior. The onions dominated the flavor of the sandwich. We appreciated the Gorgonzola crumbles, and there were some nice textures, but we agreed the sandwich felt under-seasoned.

    Overall, we were pleased with the food, but are torn. The place feels hipper and more daring than its menu suggests. The sandwiches we’ve had have been very respectable, but nothing surprised us or was completely out of the park. We want desperately to like the place more. And we don’t dislike it — we do plan to go back and try more sandwiches. Perhaps we just haven’t found the grinder which fits our personalities perfectly?

    Taylor adds a much-needed almost-fast-food option in the neighborhood which seems to be populated exclusively by higher end restaurants. Not that we’re complaining, but when Zaytinya is your most relaxed dining option you sometimes yearn for a place you could comfortably run to in your sweats. (If you had sweats. Which I’m sure you don’t. I don’t.) It has a great garage-front for its street side, which opens all the way in good weather, and lends the place a pleasing cafe air. It’s decorated in what might be called hipster mechanic shop, with cement walls and floors, and 55-gallon oil drums serving as chandeliers. The background music is gently pulsing and pretty chill; if you close your eyes, you could be forgiven for thinking you were inside a West Elm store.**

    Finally, one of us can’t write a review without doing a bathroom viewing as well. They’ve extended the industrial-chic look to the ladies room as well.

    Taylor Gourmet
    1116 H Street Northeast,
    Washington, DC
    (202) 684-7001

    *One of us spent most of his adult life in Rhode Island and Massachusetts, and has great difficulty calling these sandwiches “hoagies” rather than “grinders.” Still, it’s probably a lesser offense than using the New York term “heros,” and less puzzling than the St. Louis variant, “poor boy.” See Wikipedia for further explication.

    **Whether you count that a plus or not is up to you.

  • 03Dec

    The good news is, some of us are over-employed (that’s good, right?). Some of us have even moved away from the DC area *gasp* to go to graduate school.
    But the bad news is a dry spell for the FUD at the moment. So, to
    counteract this terrible state of affairs, we are looking for…..

    A FEW NEW WRITERS!!
    Were you annoyed by a restaurant?
    Do you have some random recipes to share?
    Have you discovered the best wine or restaurant in DC?
    Do you want to write a comparison article for a particular item or dish?
    Need some hipster cred? Good, since that is how we are compensated. 🙂
    Then we want you for DCFUD. Send any sort of writing sample to
    jay@dcfud.com, along with a couple ideas you’d like to write
    about. It’ll be crazy!

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  • 01Dec

    Eating Thanksgiving dinner – the turkey, et al – I got to thinking, “Is the foodie movement dead?”  Granted, we have seen incredible advancements in the food industry over the past 50 years.  At that same Thanksgiving dinner, my mother ordered raw tuna with sushi rice.  Would this have happened 30 years ago in suburban Pennsylvania?  Never (unless you were an immigrant from Japan, perhaps).  But what is there that has the power to WOW us today?  How can something be cooked different than it already is?  I think the foodie movement is dead – or at least gasping for a breath.

    Our global interconnectedness has brought us things young school children only dreamed about years ago.  One of the best restaurants in D.C. serves goat, for the love of god – and people flock to eat it!  We eat sushi when we want.  Visit Ethiopia via U Street or Silver Spring.  Kabobs are on street corners, and Cincinnati chili can be eaten in a strip mall.  Anything and everything those children imagined is now available on our virtual doorstep.

    And we’ve tasted all these foods prepared in diverse and questionable ways.  We’ve deconstructed Caesar salads down to a foam.   Whiskeys are now being infused with toasted marshmallows.  And pears are being crossed with plums and grown in the shape of Buddha!  Where else can we go?  You can only sauté, boil, butter, roast, stir-fry, and bake so many things in so many ways.  Only so many foods can be whipped into a foam or reduced to a powder.  Liquid nitrogen is riding on the water skis with Fonzi.  Perhaps, in the end, we’ve come full circle.

    We now go out and order meatloaf.  We go gaga when tater tots are on the menu.  Macaroni cheese has popped up in the finest of restaurants.  Are we returning to the 1950s?  Have we eaten so many new and exotic cuisines that we now demand the comforts of home, the delicacies that still reign supreme in Ohio, the recipes of Betty Crocker?  I wouldn’t go so far.  But I do think, with so many choices, that we’ve become tired of the exotic and the new.  My mother eats sushi for Thanksgiving because she’d never eaten it until five years ago.  You and I grew up with it.  It’s normal.  We’re immune to the insane.

    So where do we go from here?  Unexpected combinations of food?  Fire-roasted cherry and peanut balls?  Anything is possible.  And don’t get me wrong, I love everything that’s going on in the foodie world.  I just wonder how much farther we can push it.  Good, fresh ingredients cooked to perfection, absent the molecular dressings, can entice even the pickiest of eaters.  Let us look to the future boldly and without fear.  A new trend is bound to arise, a new food discovered, and new cooking technique perfected.  And we’ll all be there, hoping for a bite or a sip, confident that while the foodie movement may be ailing, we know our own adventurous spirit will never die.

    AEK

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