tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44395079879172969962024-03-16T21:01:21.865-04:00A Slice of Earthly DelightAn Epicurean’s JourneyMaya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.comBlogger451125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-90796932256540363142014-11-20T15:23:00.002-05:002014-11-20T15:24:11.266-05:00THE ONION: Report: Meat Now America's No. 2 CondimentExtra! Extra! Meat all about it! "<a href="http://www.theonion.com/articles/report-meat-now-americas-no-2-condiment,2011/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium=SocialMarketing&utm_campaign=LinkPreview:NA:InFocus&recirc=mens-lifestyle" target="_blank">Report: Meat Now America's No. 2 Condiment</a>"<br />
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According to <i><a href="http://www.theonion.com/" target="_blank">The Onion</a></i>, meat is "ketching up" as America's most popular condiment. Squeeze-bottle chicken? Pudding cups with dried veal sprinkles? Kielbasa chutney? The possibilities are endless! <br />
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<br />Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-57890915706081751162014-11-20T11:49:00.001-05:002014-11-20T11:49:42.208-05:00Mindful EatingMany people are concerned about the food we eat and how we eat it. We often have good intentions when it comes to consuming food, but just how aware are we of the food we put in our bodies? Last night I had the pleasure of hearing <a href="https://twitter.com/brianhalweil" target="_blank">Brian Halweil</a>, a sustainable food writer and activist, speak at the <a href="http://ny.shambhala.org/" target="_blank">Shambhala Meditation Center of New York</a> on the topic of "<a href="http://ny.shambhala.org/program-details/?id=190122" target="_blank">Mindful Eating: What Does it Mean for You and the Planet?</a>"<br />
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As the editor of <a href="http://www.edibleeastend.com/" target="_blank"><i>Edible East End</i></a>, co-publisher of <a href="http://www.ediblebrooklyn.com/" target="_blank"><i>Edible Brooklyn</i></a> and <a href="http://www.ediblemanhattan.com/" target="_blank"><i>Edible Manhattan</i></a>, senior fellow at the <a href="http://www.worldwatch.org/" target="_blank">Worldwatch Institute</a>, and someone who keeps his hands in the soil (and sea) with a home garden, orchard, and oysters, Brian had plenty say about how we relate with food. Many of us know that our food choices have repercussions, but when it comes down to the moment do we always make the most beneficial choices for ourselves, others, and the planet? Not always. But Brian provided many examples of people working locally and globally to decrease harm and increase the positive impact of food. For example, the oyster raising he is involved with on Long Island helps keep the waters clean, provides food for those who harvest it, and brings people in the community together. Brian likes to think of the oyster gardens as "little underwater mollusk militias, fighting pollution along the coast."<br />
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Plus, oysters are delicious.<br />
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There are plenty of people and organizations out there making positive changes in our food systems, but I've been thinking lately about what obstacles prevent us from making the best food choices in our everyday lives. The other week I was at the supermarket and was struck by the baskets of other shoppers. I noticed that other consumers my age had baskets filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, carefully selected organic milk or meat...and then just one item that didn't seem to fit. For one shopper it was Totino's pizza rolls, for another it was Little Debbie snacks. I looked in my own basket and laughed--I had all the ingredients for a nice salad. And frozen mozzarella sticks. The intention of good eating was there for all of us, but we didn't quite make it on the follow through.<br />
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So I asked Brian about this aspect of our food choices. We can have the knowledge about what food is healthy for our bodies and the best origins of that food, but sometimes we give in to nostalgia and the deeply engrained cultural habits that we grew up with. As a meditation practitioner I know that meditation has the power to help us become aware of and change our habitual patterns. But when it comes to food did Brian have any advice on how we disrupt such deep patterns of food consumption?<br />
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As expected, Brian had a lot of insight and practical advice on the matter. First he acknowledged that much of our relationship with food is emotional. This is important to remember--sometimes we crave something, not because it's what we physically want but because we have some emotional attachment to it. I certainly notice this when it comes to food, as I'm sure you all have certain items you don't necessarily need but really want.<br />
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In terms of actually changing those habitual patterns, Brian suggested being more conscious of where we do our food shopping, noting that the environment we find ourselves in can greatly impact us. He commented that farmer's markets and co-ops were much better places to buy food than the "toxic environment" of a supermarket where there are many food items we would ideally avoid. From my knowledge, supermarkets are laid out in such a way to lure you into buying items you don't need. When you do shop at a supermarket, it's best to stick to the edges of the store--produce, meat, dairy--rather than go up and down the aisles where the food is highly processed. Of course, shopping at a farmer's market and getting more directly to the source of the food is ideal, but when it's not an option there are still wise ways to manage a supermarket.<br />
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Brian also suggested that eating with others can help alter our food habits for the better. When we eat alone, we are often mindlessly stuff food in our face as we zone out or watch something on Netflix. In these circumstances we tend to eat more than we need and are more likely to make poor food choices. When we eat with others, the meal can be infused with joy. Eating returns to being a communal activity (which it has been throughout human history), and we share in the delight of eating good food with our friends and families. Dining in groups of like-minded individuals can also encourage us to stick to our ethics of good food choices.<br />
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The final piece of advice from Brian was to expand our food options. We often become so used to what we think we like that we rule out other foods. When we open our minds (and stomachs) to new foods, we may be presently surprised. When it comes to our tendency to gravitate toward particular food items for nostalgic reasons, there are often other options out there. For example, one year for my birthday I was craving ice-cream cake. Rather than buying me the typical Carvel's ice-cream cake that basically tastes like childhood, my friend made me an ice-cream cake from scratch. I didn't even think of that as a possibility, but results were delicious! And much better than Carvel's.<br />
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(Ok, so in this context maybe I should have used an example of eating homemade kale chips instead of potato chips or something, but ice-cream cake is important too!)<br />
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We may think of our food choices as minor, but their impact is far reaching. We will drive ourselves crazy if we all of a sudden try to be conscious of every single food item we procure and consume. It is likely sitting down to meditate for the first time and thinking we will reach enlightenment. But if we start small eventually the larger patterns of food consumption will change as well. There are always alternatives to what we think of as fixed situations. So good luck and happy eating! <br />
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Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-25181287678328646872014-07-28T12:42:00.002-04:002014-07-28T12:43:42.865-04:00Bug Bites
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Recently, I’ve been talking a lot about why insects should
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Like all aspects of culture, we become accustomed to
particular ways of doing things, often seeing alternatives as the wrong or
inferior way. When it comes to eating, we have a sanitized, convenient
relationship to food. It is clean, bright, and orderly. We embrace the grocery
store as the proper food source, expecting meat to come wrapped in shiny
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This sanitized approach divides us from alternate food
sources that may benefit humanity and the earth, such as the practice of eating
insects. Many cultures eat insects throughout Asia, Africa, and Latin America.
In fact, about two billion people eat insects throughout the world, and the
United Nations even reports that incorporating insects into our diets could
revolutionize our food system. Insects are high in vitamins, minerals, and
proteins. Raising insects for consumption also has a much lower environmental
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But many Americans see this custom as backward. As we
consistently use food to define who we are as a culture, insects threaten a
supposedly solid sense of modern identity. I predict, however, that in the next
few years as more and more people search for alternatives to our failing food
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This <a href="http://ed.ted.com/lessons/should-we-eat-bugs-emma-bryce" target="_blank">TED-Ed video “Should We Eat Bugs?”</a> popped onto my radar
the other day. It nicely summarizes the argument for eating insects, so check
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<span style="font-size: large;">For the last month, I've been focusing on getting my new Twitter account @DonnerDigest up and running. Each day I'm documenting what was happening with the Donner Party at that moment in time. You can follow the Twitter feed here: https://twitter.com/DonnerDigest</span><br />
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</style><span style="font-size: large;">As a food historian I’ve often contemplated cooking up
historical recipes but haven’t ever done much to fulfill that desire. So one of my intentions for this
summer is to try a new (really old?) recipe at least once a week.</span><br />
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as America’s first cookbook. I’ve used Amelia Simmon’s <i>American Cookery</i> (1796) as a historical source before, but I’ve
never actually worked with any of the recipes. I’ve also never made a meat pie before,
so it seemed like the perfect one to start with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Four pounds of beef? Six pounds of apples? Are you kidding me, early America?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Obviously I converted the recipe. I also omitted the two pounds of sugar. And suet (beef fat)? Nope--subbed that out with bacon. I also
added onions, just because it seemed like a reasonable thing to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1 lb. ground beef</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">2 apples, chopped</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">¼ lb. bacon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">1 cup red wine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">½ cup raisins</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">½ yellow onion, chopped</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cinnamon to taste</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">salt to taste</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I would have kept in the mace and nutmeg but unfortunately didn’t have those
spices on hand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First I set the oven to 350º while I prepared the dough and
filling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I cut the bacon into small pieces and cooked it up on the
stovetop with the onions. Next I added the ground beef. After the beef was
mostly browned, I tossed in the apples, raisins, cinnamon, salt, and wine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I didn’t cook it on the stovetop for too long since it would
keep cooking in the oven. Once I finished the filling I added it to the
piecrust WHICH I MADE MYSELF. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For the piecrust, I used <a href="http://www.crazyforcrust.com/2013/11/favorite-all-butter-pie-crust/" target="_blank">this simple recipe from <i>Crazy for Crust</i></a>. Now, I generally avoid
baking but it didn’t seem right to purchase a pre-made crust when using a 1796
recipe. I did, however, use a food processor to make the dough. We all have our
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was actually incredibly easy to make the dough—just
flour, butter, and water. And there’s something very satisfying about working
with dough. It also tasted so much better than any store-bought crust I’ve
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<span style="font-size: large;">This pie. Guys. Seriously. It’s so amazing and satisfying. It’s not entirely “historical” since I altered the recipe. But hey,
I like to play fast and loose with the past, especially if it means getting to
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Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-50035735590958737192014-05-15T18:24:00.001-04:002014-05-15T18:24:51.720-04:00Love and Hunger<span style="font-size: large;">"It seems that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the other. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it...and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied...and it is all one."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">--M. F. K. Fisher, <i>The Art of Eating</i></span><br />
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Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-19641594464448496142014-05-03T13:02:00.002-04:002014-05-03T13:03:11.796-04:00Savage Barbecue<span style="font-size: large;">"...from the era of conquest onward, barbecue arose less from native cooking practices than from a European gaze that wanted to associate those practices with preexisting ideas of savagery and innocence... <i>barbacoa</i> or <i>barbicu</i> or <i>barbikew</i> or <i>barbeque</i>, however it has been spelled, not only referred to the smoked foods of American Indians, it also enacted Europeans' deep desire to see those foods as barbarous--as the result of a primitive kind of cookery, savage and base, akin to that which their own distant ancestors long ago performed."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">--Andrew Warnes, <i>Savage Barbecue: Race, Culture, and the Invention of America's First Food</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The other day I stumbled across <a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2014/04/16/fictitous-dishes-dinah-fried-book/">this post</a> by Marla Popova about a new book called <i>Fictitious Dishes: An Album of Literature's Most Memorable Meals </i>by Dinah Fried. The book looks fascinating, as Fried elegantly photographs<i> </i>fifty meals from classic works of literature. I have yet to read the book (though I will definitely pick up a copy), but it got me thinking about how we relate to food through literature. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The best authors of fiction draw us into another realm by breaking down the boundaries between us, the reader, and the characters. It's a challenge, certainly, and yet skilled writers can somehow make us feel an intimate connection to people who exist only in our collective imaginations. I believe that food is one means authors can use to help make the characters feel more real. We all relate with food on a daily basis, and food helps us define who we are at any given moment. Why wouldn't the same hold true for fictional characters? It bring us further in to their emotional world and we begin to see them more as real people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Consider, for example, a scene that always strikes deep for me in F. Scott Fitzgerald's <i>The Great Gatsby</i>. This scene occurs at the end of the novel when Gatsby is waiting outside Daisy and Tom's house to make sure everything is okay after Daisy's hit-and-run. Nick joins Gatsby and goes to the window to see what's happening inside:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table with a plate of cold fried chicken between them and two bottles of ale. He was talking intently across the table at her and in his earnestness his hand had fallen upon and covered her own. Once in a while she looked up at him and nodded in agreement.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale--and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.</i></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;">Nick tells Gatsby everything's fine and that he should go home and get some sleep, but Gatsby wants to stay and wait for Daisy to go to bed.</span><br />
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This scene always impacted me emotionally, not so much because of
Fitzgerald’s prose or description of Daisy and Tom, but because of the image of cold
fried chicken and unsipped ale. This uneaten meal is a hardened and real vision
of Daisy and her choice to stay with Tom. Nick sees a reality around that kitchen table that Gatsby
chooses to resist—a reality where Daisy is careless and selfish, not the
idealized beautiful being Gatsby envisioned. Gatsby chooses instead to look at
the light coming from her window—to stand and wait for a sign that his dream
has not ended. To Gatsby, he watches over the possibility of Daisy. And
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dinah Fried's book doesn't include this particular meal, but it has many others from classic works such as <i>The Secret Garden</i>, <i>To Kill a Mockingbird</i>, and <i>On the Road</i>. From the few photographs featured in Popova's article, these stand out to me the most:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Check out <a href="http://dinahfried.com/Fictitious-Dishes">Dinah Fried's website</a> or <a href="http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2014/04/16/fictitous-dishes-dinah-fried-book/">Marla Popova's article</a> for more information and images from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fictitious-Dishes-Album-Literatures-Memorable/dp/0062279831"><i>Fictitious Dishes: An Album of Literature's Most Memorable Meals</i></a>. </span>Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-69410873661832933642014-04-21T20:33:00.001-04:002014-04-21T20:35:49.087-04:00Omurice Jam Jam<style>
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office to pick up a mysterious parcel that you missed getting delivered and it turns out to be a box from Seoul, South Korea, from a person
you’ve never met, filled with Korean food and literature?</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No? Yeah, me neither. Until today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As I walked down the street in Brooklyn, clutching my box, I
couldn’t help but feel strangely connected to someone half-way across the
world. Someone I’ll probably never meet and yet we can connect through a
similar delight in food.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It all began back in 2012 when I received an email
from Cho Kyungkyu. He was writing to inquire if he could use a couple photos I
took of <a href="http://sliceofearthlydelight.blogspot.com/2010/07/louis-lunch.html">Louis’ Lunch</a> in New Haven in his upcoming book. Sure, I responded. Why
not? He offered to send me a copy of the book as a thank you. And then I
promptly forgot about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nearly two years later I get an another email from Cho:
<i>Hey, remember me?</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So after a few weeks I receive a box in the mail. I was
surprised at how big it was. How large could this book possibly be? Turns
out that Cho decided to send me some snacks as well! </span><br />
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know what it is, but it involves mini-drumstick shaped crispy things that taste
kind of like shake-and-bake. I love miniature food. I love fried chicken. I
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</span>Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-2041744372118392112014-04-15T19:00:00.002-04:002014-04-15T19:00:27.784-04:00The Besty Profiles A Slice of Earthly Delight<span style="font-size: large;">Exciting news! <a href="http://www.thebesty.com/">The Besty</a>, a new food website, has written up a profile about A Slice of Earthly Delight. Check it out <a href="http://blog.thebesty.com/post/80806102884/go-on-a-delectable-exploration-of-food-with-a-taste">here</a>!</span>Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-82726319179779673462014-04-15T18:38:00.002-04:002014-04-15T18:40:34.130-04:00The Breslin<span style="font-size: large;">A couple weeks ago I had a great outing with my sisters (and one of our honorary sisters) to <a href="http://thebreslin.com/locations/">The Breslin</a> at the Ace Hotel, located at 16 West 29 Street in New York. Dinner was amazing and the company excellent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our meat-laden meal began with a terrine board: guinea hen with morels, rabbit and prune, rustic pork with pistachios, head cheese, liverwurst. All served with pickles, piccalilli and mustard. This platter was decadent enough in itself, but it was only the beginning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We also split a scotch egg and scrumpets with mint vinegar. Having no idea what a scrumpet is, I was pleased to discover it is lamb breaded and fried. Kind of a like a lamb fishstick. It's a bit heavy, but sharing is a nice way to get a taste without going overboard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We also shared a lamb burger, which was awesome. I had it once before at The Breslin and it's definitely a good deal. As you can see, the meat is cooked very rare, allowing the taste of the lamb to really come through. The feta cheese makes it a little too salty for me, so this time around I tried some bites without the feta and found it more pleasing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you get a chance, treat yourself to some awesome food at The Breslin! I also recommend retiring to the lobby of the Ace Hotel for a drink to end your delicious meal.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-4640387499204713492014-04-02T11:15:00.001-04:002014-04-02T11:15:03.942-04:00Quote of the Week: Hungry Fellows<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">April 2, 1847: Happy birthday to little Tommy Reed! <br /> <br /> Tommy was the son of Margret and James Reed.
He was four years old during the Donner Party's ordeal. It was less
than a month ago that Tommy made it to safety. Now he celebrates his
fifth birthday with his family on a Napa Valley Ranch.</span><br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">"Always so long as Mr. [Thomas] Reed
lives to him the most terrible of all pain was hunger. He could not
endure the sight of wasted food. He often surprised people by picking up
scraps from the table and putting them in a paper. It was not to save
the food, but because he wished to give it to someone in need.<br /> <br />
'I am sure,' he often said, 'I'll find some hungry fellows over at the
railroad station.' He always found the poor fellows, gave them what he
had, sought out more hungry men and returned to the house for another
supply of food."</span></span><br />
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Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-58200220698753445612014-03-27T01:56:00.000-04:002014-03-27T02:15:50.187-04:00THE TOWER<b><a href="http://antimattercollective.org/">AntiMatter Collective</a> presents THE TOWER</b>--a psychedelic journey into the history and mythology of the Donner Party, a group <span style="line-height: 1.45em;">of snowbound pioneers who notoriously resorted to cannibalism to survive the </span><span style="line-height: 1.45em;">brutal winter of 1846-47. Historical narrative collides with hallucinatory imagery </span><span style="line-height: 1.45em;">to create a shifting landscape filled with the whispers of the past and the roar of the </span><span style="line-height: 1.45em;">future. A vision of adolescent America: frostbitten, bloodstained, ravenous. </span><br />
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<br />Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-72801946829210190592014-03-23T20:45:00.003-04:002014-03-23T20:45:57.670-04:00Quote of the Week: Kindred Flesh<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">“All day Mrs. [Sarah] Foster held her brother's head in her lap and by every means in her power
sought to soothe his death agonies. The sunlight faded from the
surrounding summits. Darkness slowly emerged from the canyons and
enfolded forest and hill slope in her silent embrace. The glittering
stars appeared in the heavens and the bright full moon rose over the
eastern mountai<span class="text_exposed_show">n crests. The silence,
the profound solitude, the ever present wastes of snow, the weird
moonlight, and above all the hollow moans of the dying boy in her lap
rendered this night the most impressive in the life of Mrs. Foster. She
says she never beholds a bright moonlight without recurring with a
shudder to this night on the Sierra. At two o clock in the morning
Lemuel Murphy ceased to breathe. The warm tears and kisses of the
afflicted sisters were showered upon lips that would never more quiver
with pain.<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> Days and perhaps weeks of starvation were
awaiting them in the future and they dare not neglect to provide as
best they might. Each of the four bodies was divested of its flesh and
the flesh was dried. Although no person partook of kindred flesh sights
were often witnessed that were blood curdling. Mrs. Foster as we have
seen fairly worshiped her brother Lemuel. Has human pen power to express
the shock of horror this sister received when she saw her brother's
heart thrust through with a stick and broiling upon the coals? No man
can record or read such an occurrence without a cry of agony! What then
did she endure who saw this cruel sight?”<br /> <br /> --C. F. McGlashan, <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/6077/6077-h/6077-h.htm"><i>History of the Donner Party: A Tragedy in the Sierras</i></a>, 1879</span></span><br />
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Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-19628395823906354272014-03-23T20:26:00.002-04:002014-03-23T20:27:50.316-04:00Song of the Week: Hearts and Bones"On the last leg of the journey,<br />
they started a long time ago.<br />
The arc of a love affair,<br />
rainbows in the high desert air,<br />
mountain passes slipping into stones...<br />
Hearts and bones."<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/kZ425RKCqco" width="420"></iframe>Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-34245711952848282562014-03-23T19:37:00.001-04:002014-03-24T03:24:07.637-04:00RekindlingDear Readers,<br />
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In the words of the narrator of Ken Kesey’s <a href="http://catachresis33.tumblr.com/post/22205619936/may-day"><i>One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest</i></a>, “I been away a long time.” It’s true. I’m sorry for my prolonged absence. It seems, however, that the time has arrived to rekindle this food blog.<br />
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So. LIFE UPDATE. A couple years ago I started meditating and practicing Buddhism again. In August I moved to Brooklyn, which I do believe was a very wise decision. I also got an iPhone over the summer. What? Hello, twenty-first century. <br />
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Seriously though, life has been good to me over the last year and a half of my food blogging hiatus.<br />
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I’m now four years into my doctoral program for American cultural history. After wavering in the should-I-stay-or-should-I-go dance of graduate school, I recently decided (i.e., six days ago) that perhaps I’ve been pursuing the wrong course of study. Then it clicked. It's not that academia isn’t for me. It's that I've been struggling to study topics not appropriate for me at this point in my life. A moment of clarity dawned upon me and I realized—I’m a historian of cannibalism. How could I have ever thought I was anything else? It all made sense. My dissertation? The Donner Party.<br />
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Of course.<br />
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Which brings me to the next and, quite honestly, most important aspect of my life right now. <a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-tower--2">THE TOWER</a>. For just under the past year I’ve been serving as a dramaturg for an incredible play called The Tower (as in the <a href="http://www.learntarot.com/maj16.htm">tarot card</a> representing chaos, collapse, sudden change, downfall, revelation…) about the Donner Party, a topic I’ve always found fascinating. For months I’ve been researching the history that surrounds these ill-fated emigrants who notoriously resorted to cannibalism to survive a brutal winter in the Sierra Nevada Mountains in 1846-47. Most amazingly, I’ve been able to fulfill a passion I didn’t quite know how to best manifest on my own—turning the past into art. <br />
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Now that I’ve become intimately involved with the members of the Donner Party it seems I have no option but to stay with them. I’m just riding the energy I’ve tapped into through this process, and I’m ready to see where it takes me. So, dissertating? It’s a thing, apparently. I think I’m finally ready for it.<br />
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What does this all mean for <i>A Slice of Earthly Delight</i>? Well, I’m about to be immersed in food history. Which means I’m going to need an outlet to write about food thingz. Which means you all get to hear my ramblings once again! Everybody wins.<br />
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It also means that I’m going to be writing a lot about cannibalism. Be prepared.<br />
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Love,<br />
Maya<br />
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<br />Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-16414159784123113472012-10-24T13:57:00.000-04:002012-10-24T13:57:47.915-04:00Birthday Cake!
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<span style="font-size: large;">I’m normally not much of a baker. It just doesn’t bring me
the same thrill as sautéing vegetables, listening to the soft simmer of soup
bubbling away on the stove, or basting a nice piece of meat in the oven. My
lukewarm approach to baking changed, however, when it came time to create a
birthday cake for one of my best friends. I say “create” rather than bake because
this was not your ordinary birthday cake…this was a triple-decker,
over-the-top, completely ridiculous, and absurdly delicious birthday cake. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The bottom layer consisted of a funfetti cake. Then I
frosted the top with a layer of swirled nutella and fluffernutter (a
combination I shall name “flufftella”). On top of that was a dark chocolate brownie.
Another layer of flufftella. And then…and then waffles. Not just standard
breakfast waffles, but waffles that contained bits of a dark chocolate bar with
coconut and caramel. Yes, I did that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This cake was seriously awesome. I didn’t add any sugar to
the whipped cream or the waffle batter so that it wouldn’t get overly sweet.
Don’t get me wrong, it was still a sugar bomb<span style="font-size: large;">--</span>while making the cake I got such
a sugar rush and crash from tasting everything that I had to stop baking and
take a nap. But these are the hardships we must endure to make our friend’s birthdays
extra special. So say goodbye to boring birthday cakes. Next time you’ve got to
make one, while settle for just one plain cake with some frosting? Why not combine
three awesome desserts into one massive baked good of happiness? Trust me, it’s so worth it.</span></div>
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Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-44217255907691918212012-03-25T23:19:00.002-04:002012-03-25T23:20:52.589-04:00Steak and Arugula Salad<span style="font-size: large;">For many of us spring has arrived. Sunny days and warm temperatures call for grilling, and tonight I just so happened to have access to a grill...and a steak. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Before grilling the sirloin steak rare I coated it with just a little bit of olive oil, salt, and fresh-ground black pepper. After the grill was nice and hot I cooked the steak for just a few minutes on each side, leaving it seared on the outside and tender and rare on the inside. After removing it from the grill I let it sit for a few more minutes before slicing it, allowing the juices to circulate and settle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While the steak cooked and sat, I prepared an arugula salad as the final resting place for the lovely steak. Before I ate it, of course. The salad was simple--just baby arugula, chopped fresh cherry tomatoes, and finely chopped red onion. I tossed it all together with a vinaigrette composed of blood-orange olive oil, lemon juice, salt, black pepper, crush red pepper, and a raw egg yolk. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I tossed the dressing with the salad and topped it with the sliced steak. It's a simple and absolutely delicious dish for these delightful spring days.</span><br />
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</span>Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-73207918495531391822012-03-25T22:58:00.001-04:002012-03-25T22:58:21.272-04:00Honey, Honey<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-rWpHqEtKn8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Maya Rookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01498783297718545417noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439507987917296996.post-83714855163660499652012-03-16T18:57:00.001-04:002012-03-16T18:57:42.262-04:00Irish Cream<span style="font-size: large;">Last year I put up a recipe for delicious homemade <a href="http://sliceofearthlydelight.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day-irish-cream.html">Irish cream</a>. This year I decided to repost the recipe and document the process for your viewing pleasure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This recipe is adapted from the cookbook <i>Best of the Best from North Carolina Cookbook</i>, but I've made a couple of changes over the years.<br />
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Ingredients: </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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1-1/4 cup Irish whiskey </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
4 eggs </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
1 (14 ounce) can sweetened-condensed milk </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
2 tablespoons vanilla extract </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
1 tablespoon coconut extract </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
1 tablespoon instant coffee (or coffee extract) </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
2 tablespoons chocolate syrup </span><span style="font-size: large;">(or chocolate extract if you can find it)<br />
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Blend all the ingredients together and refrigerate for about 12 hours before serving over ice. Enjoy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">--Haruki Murakami, <i>Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World</i></span><br />
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