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wasabigelatine’s 2011 holiday gift guide

Bright stars on coasters and boxes of toffee
Soap for your mittens and booze for your coffee
Cookbooks with cuisine so mindboggling
These are a few of my favorite things
this year!

 

Isn’t it more fun to give out handwritten recipe cards rather than clicking the “send to a friend” button? Rifle Paper Co. offers several styles of recipe cards with adorable illustrations. $10-$12 for a pack of 12. Also available at Greer (1657 N. Wells).


Paul McGee of The Whistler has been bartending for more than twenty years, well before the craft cocktail revival, and this guy really knows his stuff. He’ll teach you the basics in The Whistler’s Cocktails 101 class, which covers topics including major spirits, drink categories, and stocking a home bar. Space is limited to eight per class, so you’re guaranteed an in-depth, hands-on experience. And you’ll take home a handy reference booklet as shown here. $95 at The Whistler (2421 N. Milwaukee).


Did you miss out on Next Restaurant‘s Paris 1906 menu? Never fear, intrepid home cook: the Next Restaurant — Paris: 1906 iBook contains recipes, procedures, and detailed photographs for each dish on its menu, including those presented only to the coveted kitchen table. $4.99 at the iTunes store.

 

These red star letterpress coasters by Hammerpress will class up any drink and are especially festive for Christmas celebrations. Also available in turquoise and black. $8 for a set of 12. You can buy them locally at Greer (1657 N. Wells).

The folks at vosgeschocolate.com generously sent me a Toffee Trifecta with Bacon, a beautiful violet hatbox stuffed with three types of toffee: sweet, buttery Bapchi’s, encrusted with roasted walnuts and pecans; savory Red Fire, replete with dark chocolate, chiles, and spices; and drool-inducing bacon, coated in nothing but a layer of milk chocolate, all the better to complement the toffee’s salt and smoke. There’s a half pound of each variety, perfect for a large holiday gathering. $58 at vosgeschocolate.com and Vosges Chocolate boutiques (951 W. Armitage, 520 N. Michigan).

Bonus! For wasabigelatine readers, take 15% off your vosgeschocolate.com orders until December 31, 2011 with code VosgesFriend. Thank you, Vosges!


In my sizable collection of restaurant books, Noma: Time and Place in Nordic Cuisine stands out as one of my favorites. The Copenhagen restaurant has been named the world’s best for two years running, lauded for chef René Redzepi’s creativity in using hyperlocal ingredients and innovative technique, and the book transports me to an otherworldly realm where sea buckthorn berries dance with shoots of wild sorrel on a bed of verdant Danish moss. The very unfamiliarity of the gorgeously shot Nordic tableaus is simply mesmerizing. $32.97 at amazon.com.

 

I’m pretty cynical about New York imports — we’re Chicago and our trendy bakery scene is doing just fine, thanks — but Magnolia Bakery totally won me over with their sweet retro decor and matching accessories like vintage cake stands, aprons, and Easter egg-hued sprinkles, a lovely embellishment for cookies, cupcakes, and sundaes. $6 a jar, $24 for a gift boxed set of 4 different colors at Magnolia Bakery (Block 37, 108 N. State).

 

Did I just say something negative about trendy New York something or other? Okay, I take it back. I’m obsessed with painfully hipster, woefully pricey Mast Brothers Chocolate from — where else? — Brooklyn. If you’re not one of those people inclined to purchase a chocolate bar that coasts more than $2, you can stop reading now. But if you’re a connoisseur of artisanal, single-origin chocolate wrapped in exquisite papers, Mast Brothers is worth the splurge. My favorite is their dark chocolate with cocoa nibs, roasted to nutty perfection. $40 for a box of 5 bars at mastbrothers.com, $10 a bar at Fox & Obel (401 E. Illinois).

 

Here’s the story behind eco-friendly Further hand soap and lotion: the owners take depleted vegetable oil from L.A.-area restaurants, turn it into biofuel, and use the purified glycerin by-product as an ingredient for their cleansing and moisturizing products. How cool is that? $12.50 each.


I love Kaufmann Mercantile’s quirky selection of household goods. From handmade beeswax candles to Weck canning jars to Blackwing pencils, everything’s well designed, sturdy, and practical. The Hermetus bottle opener & resealer (front and back shown) is no exception. It’s pocket-sized and handy for preserving the contents of large format beer and cider bottles. $8.


Owl butter dish: ridiculously cute. That’s all. $16 at westelm.com and West Elm (1000 W. North Ave.).

Chowing down at Lollapalooza

Music festivals aren’t exactly known for the food; after all, you’re there to stand under the blistering sun in tropical-level humidity with ten thousand drunk, obnoxious people while you stare at the band you’re listening to on the jumbotron wishing you’d stayed under the covers in your dark, air conditioned bedroom. Or maybe that’s just my experience. Fortunately for us, Lollapalooza is a short walk from home, and this was the second year chef Graham Elliot organized a stellar selection of food vendors that made the fest a legitimate culinary destination.

We hadn’t planned on going to Lolla at all, but Josh’s workplace sponsored a stage this year and because of his involvement with bringing in the Cold War Kids for an office performance, he received a couple of day passes — the fancy ones with unlimited free drinks. There weren’t a lot of bands I was interested in seeing, all the better to spend time sampling the goods at Chow Town. We arrived early on Saturday, mostly because we wanted Victoria to have lots of fun at Kidzapalooza before her afternoon nap, and this was the ideal situation for serious eating — lots of open space, no lines.

There was a fantastic variety of options ranging from Smoke Daddy’s pulled pork sandwiches to Rock ‘N Roll Noodle Company’s vegetarian Asian fare and a handful of Chicago stalwarts like Lou Malnati’s pizza and Original Rainbow Cone. Items were reasonably priced, topping out at $10, but not all were worth it — $7 for garlic fries from the Cubby Bear, really? My main interest, of course, was checking out the more adventurous options from Bonsoirée and Henri, neither of which I’ve visited. It was ironic, in a fun way, that my first taste of these upscale restaurants would be served on paper plates and eaten in a dusty field.

 

We started in familiar territory with some French toast from Jam, one of our favorite breakfast spots in Ukrainian Village. This was actually Victoria’s lunch since French toast is a favorite of hers, and she ate every last bit of the tangy raspberry puree as well.

 

I wolfed down a decadent lobster corndog from the Graham Elliot booth — chunks of succulent lobster dipped in a sweet cornmeal batter, tossed in the deep fryer, and finished with a citrusy aioli (if I recall correctly).

 

Josh and I split a gigantic Scotch egg from The Gage. That’s a whole egg rolled in a layer of sausage, then battered and deep fried. Notice a theme here?

 

My first taste of Henri was a large bag of pork rinds seasoned with vadouvan, a sweet, aromatic French curry blend. The crackly, slightly spicy pork rinds were satisfying, addictive, and a steal at $3. I’m pretty sure they don’t sell this at the restaurant.

 

I also picked up a couple of burgers from Kuma’s Corner: the Probot (a burger with a bit of heat from salsa verde and pepper jack) and the Neurosis (a lovely mess of caramelized onions, sauteed mushrooms, cheddar, swiss, horseradish). After I placed my order with the cashier, another guy plunked the burgers down in front of me. Immediately. “That’s the shortest wait you’ll ever have for a Kuma Burger.” He was right — I bought two more that night for dinner, and there was  — gasp! — a ten minute wait, which is still something like 1/10th the time you’d have to stand in line at the restaurant. (Burger photos not shown; eaten too enthusiastically.)

 

Later that afternoon, I stopped by the Bonsoirée booth for scallop motoyaki with torched ponzu aioli — sweet, velvety scallops baked and topped with a creamy sauce with a hint of tart to offset the richness. This is one of Bonsoirée’s signature dishes, and it was bold of them to offer an undistilled taste of their dining experience when, realistically speaking, most people at Lollapalooza are perfectly happy with pizza and fries.

As for me, I was perfectly pleased that my latest music festival consisted of terrific eating, a happy toddler, and great music — streamed on YouTube in the cool comfort of my own home.

Next Restaurant: Paris 1906

I went to a restaurant that serves “breakfast at any time.”  So I ordered French toast during the Renaissance.
- Steven Wright

Here’s the concept behind Next: Every three months, the restaurant will serve a menu inspired by a specific time and place. It could be anywhere in the world, decades past or years into the future. Think of it as culinary time travel. It’s a staggering ambition for a restaurant that not only must reinvent itself four times a year but essentially seeks to excel at interpreting many types of world cuisine within a certain historical context. For its first incarnation, Next chose to present Auguste Escoffier‘s classical French cuisine, evoking Paris at the beginning of the 20th century. The recipes are taken from Escoffier’s Le Guide Culinaire, widely considered the authoritative cookbook on haute cuisine.

Like most people I know, I have no point of reference when it comes to classical French cooking, so this dinner was exploring uncharted territory. Even a month later, it’s difficult to describe the extraordinary experience we had, so here are my impressions.

(An important side note: I decided to make things even more interesting by ordering the nonalcoholic beverage pairing, since the kitchen would surely do something wonderful. Besides, Josh was getting the wine and he’d let me steal a couple of sips. I was right about the beverage pairings — the wines were excellent but the nonalcoholic drinks were genius.)

(Another important side note: the numbers in parentheses in the photo captions refer to the recipe numbers in the cookbook.)

 

Hors d’oeuvres from left: quail egg with anchovy, mushroom duxelle-stuffed leek, truffled egg custard, brioche with foie gras and apricot jam, pork rillette on saltine

Our dinner began with an elegant tray of delicate hors d’oeuvres, my favorite of which was the truffled egg custard — a creamy, savory spoonful infused and topped with earthy black truffle. The mushroom-stuffed leek provided a nice vegetal contrast to the richness of the other bites. This course was paired with a refreshing ginger-elderflower-pineapple aperitif.

 

Potage a la Tortue Claire (907)

Next up was a turtle consommé — rich, salty, funky, very animal with an almost acidic tang — garnished with thin slices of carrot and turnip and an herbal flower I can’t remember the name of. The pairing was a sparkling apple cider-sherry vinegar drink which beautifully brought out the sweet high notes of the soup.

 

Filet de Sole Daumont (1950)

From left to right: breaded, fried sole roe, crawfish mousse-stuffed crawfish head, filet of sole, crawfish-stuffed mushroom

The best thing about this buttery seafood ensemble was the saffron-laced cream sauce, adding a delicious brininess that reminded me of bouillabaisse. Even better, the orange-carrot-saffron-fennel drink both echoed and contrasted with the notes in the dish.

 

Supremes de Poussin (3130)

Cooked cucumber wrapped in pork skin and stuffed with chicken, 4-6 week old chicken cooked sous vide

Other reviewers have commented that this was the least interesting offering of the evening, and I’d have to agree. Although the chicken was impossibly tender and the mellow cooked cucumber proved a tasty novelty, the star of the course was the beverage pairing: ti kuan yin, grenadine, and verjus. Floral, sweet, slightly tangy and very tannic — the closest thing I’ve tasted to wine without actually being wine, and one of the most delicious drinks I’ve ever had, period. Pure genius.

 

Caneton Rouennais a la Presse (3476)

The pièce de résistance was the pressed duck, which was squashed through an antique duck press. The extracted drippings, juices, and blood were used to make a velvety, deep burgundy sauce, so flavorful I wanted to tip the sauce boat into my mouth and gulp it all down. Instead, I enjoyed the cherry-lapsong souchong-Sanbitter drink, which cleverly elevated the duck’s smokiness.

 

Gratin de Pommes de Terre a la Dauphinoise (4200)

Comforting, creamy potatoes gratin with Comté cheese accompanied the duck and was the most recognizable dish of the evening.

 

Salade Irma (3839)

This beautiful little salad served as a palate cleanser and was made of vegetables flown in from The French Laundry.

 

Bombe Ceylan (4826)

Inside the spray-painted(!) chocolate shell was a rum ice cream and coffee custard interior, with a garnish of rum-soaked cherries. I like classic dessert flavors — no newfangled dehydrated savory vegetables masquerading as sweets for me — and this one was the bomb, a haute sundae with a crackly Magic Shell coating.

 

roasted banana Tom & Jerry

The Bombe drink pairing outshone the dessert itself, though — the roasted banana Tom & Jerry was like a melted milkshake, sweet, creamy, and eggy with hints of vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg.

 

mignardises

 

beet pâte de fruit

 

salted caramel

 

non-alcoholic beverage pairings clockwise from top left:
carrot, saffron, fennel; pomegranate, verjus, ti kuan yin;
blis elixir xo, sparkling apple cider; cherry, lapsang souchong, Sanbitter

 

Since it was my birthday, one of the managers took us in for a look at the kitchen.

 

duck press

Dose Market: a cure for the common shopping experience

This past Sunday I visited the opening of Dose Market, a monthly event featuring Chicago food artisans and fashion designers held at the spacious River East Arts Center. Dose is the brainchild of four local food and fashion mavens, including the Chicago editors of Daily Candy and Tasting Table, and their impeccable tastes were evident in the well-curated selection of goods. From the sparkling gemstone necklaces by Mineralogy to Sprout Home’s charming terrariums to Artfully Disheveled’s cheeky pocket squares for the handful of gentlemen in tow, there was something to catch everyone’s eye. But I was really there for the food.

With almost twenty booths and just under an hour to spare, I managed to sample something from about half of them. I ate a spoonful of smooth, tangy rhubarb-crème fraîche sherbet at Snookelfritz Ice Cream and wandered over to the Salted Caramel booth for a refreshing watermelon-coriander ice. They also had chocolate-molé pudding pops and Thai-mango-curry yogurt pops, but I had to pace myself.

It was especially exciting to try cheese and charcuterie from vendors who don’t normally appear at markets. I picked up a sharp, caramelly gouda from Great American Cheese Collection, a cheese purveyor located on the Southwest Side that holds free tastings every Saturday, one of the city’s best-kept secrets. Old Town Social was there, too, with loads of house-cured meats. Their whirring meat-slicer was in constant motion as they handed out samples of the Tuscan salami, making it one of the liveliest corners of room. “My boyfriend’s blood type is bacon,” said the girl next to me as she reached for a pack. Mine would be finocchiona (fennel salami) if I could gorge myself on OTS’s particularly robust version.

 

Underground dining dynamos X-marx threw down the gauntlet with a variety of items inspired by their recent trip through China, Hong Kong, and Macau. I was thrilled to see Chinese flavors used in challenging, creative ways such as Sichuan cold noodles with smoked tofu and shiitake mushrooms. But I was completely blown away by their Macau rice crisps — rice krispy treats covered with a layer of spicy housemade pork floss, shredded nori, and sesame seeds. Sure, there’s the sweet-savory appeal, but it resonated with me on a deeper level, which sounds completely ridiculous but just bear with me. I asked X-marx chef Adrienne Lo about it, and she said her dad made congee with these ingredients when she was growing up. So there you have it — traditional Chinese rice porridge toppings garnishing an iconic American dessert — nostalgia for anyone who grew up in the United States, double nostalgia for those with Chinese heritage.

 

Lest we forget this was a food and fashion event, kudos to Truffle Truffle for excelling at both. Their rustic wooden table was bedecked with piles and piles of confections, each more adorable and scrumptious-looking than the last: bite-sized brownie bonbons decorated with fondant polka dots, cake and pie parfaits in cute little jars, gourmet pop tarts showered with rainbow sprinkles, and the I Love Chicago truffle collection, making its debut at the market. Draped in the colors of the Chicago flag, the sweets are infused with Half Acre Over Ale, Metropolis Coffee, and spices from The Spice House, a delicious homage to the city.

 

Forthcoming market days will feature different vendors, but it’ll be quite a challenge to top those at the inaugural event. I’ve already booked my calendar for the next one on July 10 and can’t wait for another dose of Chicago’s imaginative artisans.

See below for more pictures and information about Dose Market.

 

striped tote by Lisa Spagnolo; Balenciaga bag from Luxury Garage Sale for the high rollers

 

speakers made of vintage trunks by Gentleman’s Boombox

 

vintage housewares from STUDY

 

spicy, mouth-numbing Sichuan peanut brittle by X-marx (I love the fobby Asian mom on the package)

 

lemon raspberry “wandering pie” by Truffle Truffle

 

What: Dose Market at the River East Arts Center (435 E. Illinois), dosemarket.com
When: Monthly dates for 2011 are July 10, August 14, September 25, October 16, November 6, December 4
Cost: $10 entry fee at the door, $8 in advance online, children under 13 free. Bring extra to buy the goods. Many vendors take credit cards but come prepared with cash just in case.

 

Homemade ramen

Like many people, my early ramen experiences involved pouring boiling water into a large styrofoam cup and waiting for the tangled brick of dried noodles to magically transform into a piping-hot, satisfyingly salty soup best enjoyed while pulling an all-nighter cramming for finals. Up until my early twenties, I’d assumed that all ramen was instant, and even now, I’ve only eaten authentic ramen a few times.  So when our friends Doug and Jeanne invited us over to make homemade tonkotsu ramen, it was an excellent opportunity to learn more about this Japanese noodle dish.

This was actually our friends’ first attempt at homemade ramen, and they used these recipes for the tonkotsu (pork bone) soup base, the chashu (braised pork) topping, and the ramen noodles. (The recipes are superbly written — extensively tested and researched, with detailed history and background information — and are well worth a read.)

We started with the soup base. Tonkotsu (not to be confused with tonkatsu — breaded fried pork cutlet) is a Kyushu-style ramen with a rich, creamy white broth which gets its consistency by simmering pork bones until all its savory goodness is extracted from the meat, fat, and marrow. The recipe also calls for chicken bones and pig trotters, the latter of which is essential for the collagen that melts into the liquid to create a thick, velvety texture. After that, caramelized ginger, garlic, and onions were added and the stock was pressure-cooked for almost two hours.

Simmering pig trotters

While we were waiting for the stock to complete, we started on the ramen noodles. The process is very similar to making homemade pasta — we even used a pasta machine to roll and cut the ramen — and the ingredients are comparable as well, just flour and water.  The recipe uses bread flour because of its higher protein content which contributes more elasticity to the noodles. But what really puts the ramen-ness into ramen is the addition of kansui, a mixture of potassium carbonate and sodium bicarbonate. This alkaline solution toughens the proteins in the flour to create firmer noodles, further increases their springiness, and is responsible for ramen’s signature golden yellow hue.

Sheets of ramen

Finished ramen, waiting to be cooked

Ramen is commonly served with pork belly, but we opted for pig cheek, which is more tender and succulent with beautifully marbled fat throughout. We made the chashu by braising the pork in a liquid that included soy sauce, mirin, sake, sugar, ginger, and garlic.

Chashu

After that, we boiled the ramen and filled the bowls with the broth and noodles and topped it with a variety of garnishes. Here it is again in all its glory:

The results were heavenly — hearty ramen drowned in velvety, porky broth punctuated with sweet-savory melt-in-your-mouth pork cheek, hard-boiled eggs steeped in the chashu braising liquid, the tangy counterpoint of pickled bamboo, a dark, bitter drizzle of burnt garlic oil, and the zing of crunchy scallions.

This feat would not have been possible without the efforts of several hungry, adventurous people: Doug and Jeanne shopped for the ingredients, Doug did most of the cooking (simmering, chopping, braising, slicing, making inappropriate jokes about pig trotters, etc.), Warren and Vernalynne rolled and cut the pasta, Jeanne and I made the tuna and vegetable maki (not shown) in case the experiment went horribly awry, Josh finished prepping a bunch of things in the kitchen and brought the alcoholic beverages, Victoria attempted to eat whole edamame pods, and Earl the greyhound tried his best to tolerate the affections of an excited toddler.